Those Old Friends and Forgotten Tales

Ma Xingkong merely glanced back at the newcomer out of instinct, then turned around, intending to continue speaking.

But the moment he turned back, his body stiffened, and he stood there staring wide-eyed.

After a long while, he slowly turned back to look at Luo Fengshan.

"Luo, Luo, Luo, Luo..."

"You came all the way here to feed pigs?"

Luo Fengshan said irritably.

"Commander Luo!!"

Ma Xingkong shot to his feet with a snap and gave a salute crooked enough to make his grandmother weep.

Sima Wugou was so startled that he wiped the grease from his mouth and stood as well. He did not know whether he should salute or not, so he stood there asking Big Black for advice.

If it had truly been Fu Junlin, he definitely would have noticed Sima Wugou.

But how could he have known that it was Big Black now? Since entering, Big Black had barely paid Sima Wugou any attention. He had been too busy listening to Ma Xingkong's wild tales.

Seeing him standing so straight, Big Black teased him.

"Good grief, you're stretched so stiff you look like cured meat."

Yet Ma Xingkong remained flushed with excitement and disbelief. The look in his eyes when he watched Luo Fengshan was especially complicated.

"You... know each other?"

Shi Hongyu asked, equally puzzled.

"Heh, we were once comrades-in-arms. You should still remember me, right?"

Luo Fengshan smiled faintly.

Tears immediately welled up in Ma Xingkong's eyes.

"Commander Luo... so you always considered me a comrade-in-arms... I'm so touched."

As he spoke, he turned to Sima Wugou and whispered, "Did you hear that? I'm Commander Luo's comrade-in-arms..."

Sima Wugou hurriedly gave him a look, signaling that they should get to the point.

Only then did Ma Xingkong turn back and ask,

"Commander Luo, how