Special Years

Early the next morning, since the reserve team had been disbanded, there were only ten people left, so the exercise was just a symbolic gathering, then walked a few times on the playground, and ran around the training ground for five kilometers with bare hands. .

For Zhuang Yan, in the past three years, there have been two most comfortable periods - one is after the training of the pre-reported squad leader of the teaching brigade, before the recruits are stationed; .

After breakfast, all the unsuccessful team members have to leave by car.

Zhuang Yan and Cui Weinan came out to send the big man Su Huikai.

Su Huikai didn't have any sadness at all, she seemed to be full of energy, as if nothing was wrong.

"I'm leaving." Su Huikai said, "After you go out, Zhuang Yan, I'm afraid you won't be able to write a letter. I'll miss you."

Zhuang Yan said otherwise: "You are afraid that someone else will think about it now."

Su Huikai just smiled and glanced in the direction of the officer's quarters.

He asked solemnly, "Have you said goodbye?"

Su Huikai shook her head: "No."

Then he added: "Actually, I'm really just tutoring foreign languages. I haven't told Teacher Yan anything. You know my temperament. I'm not the kind of cheeky person."

Solemnly think about it.

In fact, Su Huikai, even if he really likes others, will never open his mouth according to the current situation.

He was a man of shame, with a man's strong self-esteem.

Yan Shuang was already a captain at a young age, with high knowledge and a good family background, Su Huikai was only a senior soldier now.

According to Lao Su's temperament, he would never open his mouth to say something that crossed the Thunder Pond at this time.

In fact, his previous worries were superfluous.

Now that I think about it, it's actually a good thing.

Lao Su used to be a soldier for no purpose, just because he was a martial artist, that's why he came to be a soldier. After joining the army, like myself, there was a period of confusion for a period of time, and it was always uncertain whether to stay in the army or not.

It's better now.

If He Xiaozi really meant something to Teacher Yan, at least he had to be an officer, wearing that straight officer uniform and walking on officer's leather shoes, and he felt confident.

"After you go back, you have to cheer up."

He solemnly comforted Lao Su: "Don't be afraid, work hard to get into the military academy, put on an officer's uniform, and then you can express how you like."

Lao Su grinned and laughed, naive and silly.

Suddenly, an unspeakable reluctance surged up in Zhuang Yan's heart.

The comrades left one by one, one by one.

The three came to the reserve team, and now there is only one left.

An unprecedented sense of loneliness filled his chest in an instant.

Walking up, solemnly opened his arms and embraced Su Huikai, who was round waist and broad shoulders.

Su Huikai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly her eye sockets became hot, her heart was blocked and panicked, and she also hugged Zhuang Yan subconsciously.

"Come on, come on!" Cui Weinan on the side couldn't help but say: "The two big men, what's the matter with hugging each other!"

Then Zhuang Yan pushed Su Huikai away and said, "Go away! Holding you is like holding a bear!"

Su Hui made a gesture to lift the solemn, solemnly dodged, the former sighed suddenly, froze in place for two or three seconds, then picked up the rucksack and walked towards the truck.

When he walked to the side of the car, he suddenly turned his head, and shouted at Zhuang Yan with red eyes: "Good brother! Go out and do your best!"

Zhuang Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and the corners of his eyes suddenly became wet.

He also shouted at Su Huikai: "Big man! Go back to the brigade and study hard! You must go to the military academy!"

"I will!" After Su Huikai finished speaking, she put her rucksack into the car, grabbed the board of the carriage and turned it over.

The car started with a bang, and followed the road of the camp to the gate.

Zhuang Yan stood there and looked at it for a while, then touched the corner of his eyes.

Cui Weinan, who was next to him, began to complain again: "Okay, what are you two doing to be so sensational... You've got sand in your eyes..."

Lao Su still left.

The old white hair and the six instructors also left.

They left at night, silently, without even saying a solemn farewell.

Thinking of the old Baimao's past, Zhuang Yan felt that these instructors were carrying too many secrets, perhaps just as they liked to come and go at night.

They are ghosts who will never be deciphered, and unsung heroes who will not be revealed.

The people were gone, and the row house was empty.

On the small blackboard next to the duty post at the entrance, all the number plates have been recovered by the paperwork, leaving only a row of empty small hooks.

The training camp of the Special Forces School of T country will start on December 23rd.

It is now December 3rd.

To be honest, choosing to start school in the new calendar year is really unpleasant.

But there is no such thing as the Spring Festival in country T, and the school has been established for decades, and the start time of the school has always been this, and it has not changed.

Early the next morning, a high-ranking colonel came to the headquarters, gathered the selected team members, and began to announce the next arrangement.

In view of the fact that the Lunar New Year is coming, but the end of the month has to fly to T country, so taking advantage of the 20-day gap, set aside a few days for maneuvering, and the remaining ten days can let everyone go home for vacation.

Of course, the premise is that you want to go back.

This is voluntary, not forced.

After all, this is a year away, and I won't go home until this time next year.

So most people still choose to use these ten days to go home and see, especially those officers with families.

Cui Weinan asked Zhuang Yan if he wanted to leave.

Zhuang Yan asked him if he was going.

Cui Weinan said that his home was too far away, and it was almost the Spring Festival travel time. He was afraid that when he got home by train, he would turn around and rush to the army. Fortunately, his girlfriend was studying at a university in a nearby city, so he simply went there for a few days to pass the second. The world is pulled down.

As a result, almost everyone left.

Zhuang Yan thought about it for a while, and felt that he should go back and have a look.

The last time my father, Zhuang Zhenguo, came over, the conversation between my brother Zhuang Buping and himself in the corridor was vivid in his mind.

For the family, solemn is indeed guilty.

In this way, he also submitted an application for home visit, which was quickly approved. Early the next morning, he solemnly carried his rucksack, stuffed his clothes, and boarded the southward train.

But his luck is good, because his solemn hometown is in Binhai City, Nanyue. Every year during the Spring Festival, the migrant workers in Nanyue go north, but he is the other way around, so it is not difficult to buy tickets.

When I arrived in Nanyue Sheng, I changed to a car and finally returned to my hometown Binhai a day later.

Standing on the square of the South Railway Station in Binhai City, watching the traffic around the square, the crowd is like weaving, the solemnity is a bit like a world away.

Several aunts who were soliciting accommodation in the squares came up, handed Zhuang Yan a leaflet, and solicited business with a mouthful of Guangpu.

"Brother Soldier! What about accommodation? Clean and comfortable~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Only 50 yuan a night!"

"I only need 30 yuan here, come to me!"

Soon, tricycles and taxis also came to solicit customers.

"Beautiful boy, where are you going? Take my car."

Looking solemnly at the few aunts who were vying to be soliciting customers around him, and looking at everything around him, he suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.

Why are you in the military?

Isn't it just for this peace?

"Don't live in the store, locals." Zhuang Yan explained while waving his hands.

When everyone saw the solemn and pure local accent, they lost interest and immediately dispersed.

One of the aunts said indignantly, "Cut! Locals, tell me earlier! You bastard!"