Commander Wang Jian talks about 2 1 salute wine
Commander Wang Jian is very talkative, as bright and clear as when he was the head of the regiment. He drank my toast in one gulp, looked at it and said, is this wine thirty years old Maotai? How to sip, the taste is smooth, the lips and teeth are fragrant and the aftertaste is endless. Wu Liang, a comrade-in-arms, hurriedly explained: This is the 2 1 salute wine specially brought by Director Sun, which was handed down by Yuan Jindao personally more than 200 years ago. "Ha ha, good wine, good wine, give me another full glass."
That's at the end of 1985. 18 years old, under the control of my brother, I came to the tank regiment in military uniform. The head of the team is Wang Jian. I have the honor to be his correspondent and live with him in the compound of the commander. At that time, I knew that the order that the head of the regiment was promoted to deputy division commander was cancelled before it was announced. Later, the army was going to Malipo, and before some soldiers sent by the army went to the front, I was clearly investigated three times in a row. In a flash, nearly 30 years have passed, and I have also changed from a soldier to a potbellied semi-old man, just to meet my first chief executive. Speaking of this meeting, there are some twists and turns.
In the early 1990s, I left the army and was assigned to a subordinate unit of the Construction Committee. Because I didn't like my job, I didn't want my comrades to know about me and worried about me, so I cut off contact with them directly. In recent years, with the growth of my age, I miss my former leaders more and more, and I miss my comrades who are squatting in the cat hole and their crotch is rotten, so I keep sending messages online to find my comrades. Just one year later than me, soldier Wu Liang saw my QQ number on a website commemorating the self-defense war against Vietnam. When he contacted me, I realized that my chief is now the commander of a military region in northwest China. Commander Wang got my call and didn't remember me. When I talked about his three bloody books as a frontline correspondent, the old man choked and said, "It's you, my most memorable correspondent and my best soldier."
I know the old man loves to drink, and I can't think of any wine to give him. I have only fifty years of Maotai, Bacardi and smirnoff in my wine cabinet. It seems a little too common to send Maotai. It is estimated that there should be many people who gave him this wine, and it will not leave any impression on him. I'm afraid the old man can't get used to foreign wine. Just as I was thinking hard, it suddenly occurred to me that when I went to a minister's house in Beijing to pay a New Year call before the Spring Festival last year, he took out a bottle of wine. I was very impressed at that time. The sapphire bottle color, the gluttonous pin ring pattern, Yun Leiwen's neck ring buckle design, the salute-shaped bottle body, and the calligraphy of "Twenty-one Salute Wine" that opens the work all show nobility, respect, grace and solemnity ... According to the minister, the Twenty-one Salute Wine is Yuan Jindao's 1796. When the minister visited Master Roshi Cave, he saw thousands of pottery pots, most of which were centuries old, and some of them were almost mixed with the cave. In addition, the mountain spring water in the upper reaches of Chishui River, the specialty of northern Guizhou and Yuan's special wine-making nest are all brewed in Guixian Cave with double-wheel sauce flavor and stored in Guixian Cave, which is a real double sauce flavor, naturally brewed in caves and rare. This kind of wine, I think, the old chief should like it.
Then it took a lot of effort to get 2 1 salute wine. An appointment was made. They went to Commander Wang's house with Wu Liang's comrades and knocked on the door of Commander Wang's house. Although the old man is over the age of 70, he is still a young man, full of energy, just wearing a military uniform as always. For nearly 30 years, a colonel cried and hugged each other, as if it were a lifetime ago. When I wanted to leave him, I went to Malipo with the army. When the war was fierce, I secretly wrote a letter to my colonel. I haven't seen him since. He dispatched troops and troops, with countless troops. Only one messenger with him asked to go to the battlefield, stabbed his finger and wrote him a bloody book.
The war of self-defense against Vietnam has ended for decades. Our generation of soldiers, whether soldiers or officials, have stayed behind or died in the front line. As Commander Wang Jian said, the feelings of comrades-in-arms are like 2 1 salute wine, which is mellow, delicate, fragrant, soft, harmonious and has a long aftertaste. ...
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