Senior Superstar

The sprawling mountains, the lush and sultry jungle, the steep and slippery hillsides, the winding mountain roads, the ravines, and the rumbling artillery fire, accompanied by young faces, kept flashing in Li Shixin's mind.

As Yu Nianen narrated each name, it seemed to have traveled through time and space, and it came alive again in Li Shixin's mind.

In the trance brought about by the continuous surge of ontological memory, he seemed to see ragged figures sitting in front of him with frowning or playful smiles.

In his trance, Yu Nianen's narration continued;

"At that time, I was so fucking tired. At the beginning, when these brats first arrived in the logistics team, they were still making noise. Li Kangde always wanted to gamble, and Lao Kui and Sun Lianhe even pinched each other. But they didn't By a week, they were all tired and lost their minds. Especially Lao Kui and Sun Lianhe, who were handcuffed together, were exhausted even going up and down the mountain empty-handed, let alone carrying things. Within half a month, the two boys were so tired that they went down to the front line and lay down in the cat's ear hole, hugging each other and sleeping soundly. After twenty days, the entire logistics team could hear Wang Lianfeng making noise every day."

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As Yu Nianen recalled, the memory images in Li Shixin's mind became fragments.

The sound of rumbling guns in the distance made sand fall from time to time in the cramped and wet cat's ear holes. The sky outside the cave entrance is starry, and the moonlight has turned the night into an oil painting-like tone.

"Oh shit, my intestines hurt. Fuck the next door, when will I be able to have a full meal?"

"Yah, my dear! You know how to yell! The yelling person is so upset, and you yell again when you are tired in the middle of the night? If you keep yelling at me, I will beat you to death with a pestle." Fu!"

Wang Lianfeng and Li Kangde's quarrel woke up a few people lying on the camp beds in the cave.

"Guawazi, what are you arguing about? Put your hands on your stomach when you're hungry, and you won't be hungry if you warm it up. Hold on, Dad will make hot dry noodles with you tomorrow morning. I will read your letter in my hometown, and Dad will take it with you." Pay attention!"

That's the old spoon head.

As if they were used to the old man's crazy words, none of the men in the cat's ears refuted.

But the eating mentioned in the crazy talk caused a series of grunts in the cave-it was made by several stomachs.

"What's the matter with Yingre dry noodles? I don't want to eat it, but I want to eat it again!"

In the corner, a camp bed couldn't fit, and a big man with his feet sticking out of half of the bed sat up. The moonlight breaking in from the cat's ear hole illuminated his eyes.

"If I can make a whole cauldron, a whole pig, and some sauerkraut, I will stew it in a pot of pork sauerkraut vermicelli!"

"You still have a pig? Why don't you make a mother-in-law?"

In the corner, another figure sat up. Swallowed, put forward different opinions;

"I think it's better to get a goat, butcher it and put it in the pot to cook for two hours to make the soup white. Take some salt and dip it, tsk! It's fresh when you think about it."

"No, I said that you are deliberately making things difficult for my young master Yu, right?"

Another figure sat up clutching his stomach.

"It's late at night, talk to Mao Erdong, who is crying when the mice come here, are you not afraid of being struck to death by lightning in rainy days? Shixin, tell me about them in a fair way!"

At the entrance of the cave, a voice laughed.

"Sauerkraut, pork, vermicelli, and boiled mutton are all low-brow ways to eat. If I have a pig now, I will first remove the elbow, and have meat with preserved vegetables. Have you ever eaten pork with preserved vegetables? You have to wash the elbows clean and put them in a pot to boil. Boil them all morning, then drain them and fry them in oil. Fry them until they are golden, then soak them cold and cut them into slices. Put the star anise pepper on them, Soy sauce and white sugar, put plum vegetables on it and steam it for half an hour. Do you know what it looks like when it comes out of the pan? The meat is red, and when you put it on the table, you pat the table with your hand, and the skin is as tender as a girl The same thing is trembling! Take a bite into your mouth, and guess what?"

Following the exaggerated detailed description, bursts of swallowing sounded.

"The skin of the meat melts into a soup in your mouth! The lean meat underneath is mixed with preserved vegetables, and there is also a bowl of white rice. You won't change it for a god."

"Fuck! You fucking did it on purpose! I want to eat sweet and sour fish!"

"What you said, I want to eat Dongpo elbow."

"You idiot, have you ever eaten Dongpo elbow?"

"I heard from my grandfather that I used to do long-term work for the landlord's family, and I made a Dongpo elbow every year during the New Year."

"Me, me, me! I want to eat big plate chicken!"

"What's the fuss at night? There's a big plate of chicken, and now there's a plate of dried tofu in red oil. I can lick all the plates for him."

"Hey, don't say it, don't talk about it. It sounds like it's fucking uncomfortable, and I can't eat anything now. After the war is over, I will treat you to a restaurant. I will find a chef, and I will do it tonight. I’ll make the recipes for you and put them on the table! I’ll put the dishes in pots for you, and you won’t leave the table if you can’t finish them all! Tonight, everyone, let’s just stop and stop, don’t hook those gluttons in my stomach, okay?”

The shining gaze in the darkness gradually overlapped with the wrinkled eyes in front of him.

In the main room, Yu Nianen had already told his sons the reason for the eight dishes on the table.

"Dad, what happened later?"

Looking at the empty table and the empty bowls and chopsticks, Yu Siwei looked at his father and asked dully.

Touching the past that he didn't want to mention, Yu Nianen deeply closed his eyes.

"Let me tell."

On the side, looking at the eight dishes on the table, Su Mei took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from her pocket.

With the crisp sound of the lighter, the smoke mixed with the smell of vanilla permeated around her.

"In the second month after I went to the war zone, YN launched a second offensive against Laoshan and Zheyinshan. It was the largest confrontation between the two armies since 1979. In order to complete the news task assigned by the superior, our Political Propaganda Department It is necessary to enter the front line frequently. But at that time, the entire front line was fighting. Every day or even every hour, there would be battles for positions, and hills would change hands. The battle was tight, and all combat units were pulled to the front line. We non-combat unit personnel If you want to enter the position, you can only find a way by yourself.”

Having said that, Su Mei turned to look at Li Shixin and Yu Nianen.

"That's when my fate really became entangled with your father and your Uncle Li."

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Following Su Mei's memories, Li Shixin's mind formed another memory.

"Where are you going this trip?"

"Near the Nala Heights!"

"Take me!"

"The front is all fucked together, people's heads are beaten into dog's heads, and the artillerymen are hitting the heads of the vanguard. It's so frustrating for everyone to blow up. What are you going to join in the fun with, you bitch!? It’s okay to die, don’t fucking look for me. Our logistics team doesn’t have time! You can ask other logistics teams!”

People come and go, busy into a messy logistics office.

A figure wearing a 74-style male soldier's military uniform, a steel helmet and a five-six punch on his back slowly became clear in Li Shixin's mind.

"I'm looking for you today! Who told you to trick me into taking off my skirt and looking at my ass?"

That fair and clean face was full of stubbornness.