The leisurely life of rebirth

After grandma finished nagging, another half hour passed. http:booktop novel ranking [refreshing reading] During this period, Mr. Lin was popularizing simple economic terms to Lian Dayong and others, using extremely popular words to make them understand.

When grandma hung up the phone reluctantly, Dabao and Erya lay on the sofa, sound asleep. She and her mother carried each of them into the bedroom, covered them with quilts, and looked at their sweet sleeping faces.

, smiled, "Haha... I can eat and sleep like a piglet." Grandma said in a low voice.

"Haha...it's easy to take care of. Let's go! Don't wake them up." Mom tugged at the corners of grandma's clothes, and the two of them walked out, turned off the lights, and then quietly retreated.

When Fang Monan saw them coming over, he stood up and said, "Grandma, Mom, Grandpa Lin, I'm going to bed. Good night."

Grandma looked at Fang Monan disappearing at the turn of the stairs and sighed, [

"Sister, why are you sighing!" Mr. Lin followed his grandmother's eyes and looked at her. "Nannan is obedient and doesn't get into trouble. It's not a good thing."

"After listening to the old sisters saying that my grandson and granddaughter were causing trouble, I felt a lot of emotions for a while!" Grandma waved her hand and said, "Thinking wildly."

"Mom, if you are ashamed, then I should find a place to hide in." My mother's eyes were gloomy and she was full of melancholy for a while.

"Women are just emotional! Why do you think so much? As long as it is your granddaughter or daughter, that's fine." Mr. Lin said. He also knew what happened yesterday. It was not only a blow to him, but also a blow to them. It was really

There's no comparison.

Grandma and the others were filled with emotions and were in a trance for a while. The night was deep. They looked at their watches, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

The chilling cicadas were shrill, the autumn wind suddenly turned cold, and a steady autumn rain fell from the sky in the middle of the night. The rain rustled the leaves, adding to the loneliness.

The piercing ringtone of the phone reminded me in the darkness, 'Ding, ring, ring...' After three rings, Fang Monan picked up the phone. "Hello! He Junyao."

He Junyao was picked up after the phone rang three times. He knew that the girl was obviously waiting for him. Listening to her soft and sweet voice calling his name on the phone, he actually imagined in his mind that there was a trace of it in her voice.

flirtatious.

A low and melodious laugh overflowed from the corner of He Junyao's mouth, "It's me!" His magnetic, sexy voice pierced the air.

"Oh!" Fang Monan just snorted.

"I want to thank you on behalf of those comrades." He Junyao moved a little and found a comfortable position. "Although you are impatient, you deserve the word of thanks."

"Thank you!" Fang Monan rolled his eyes and rubbed his chin, "I will try my best to make this good deed as perfect as possible. I don't want my rare kindness to be wasted in vain."

In He Junyao's mind, he imagined the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaning back, with a lazy and coquettish look on her face, maybe even rolling her eyes in the dark.

He Junyao's guess was correct, but Fang Monan was sitting on the boss's chair in the study, and there was no phone installed in the bedroom.

"Qingjie and Dayong are both trustworthy people. In such difficult years, they were in poverty and they would rather carry it themselves. They didn't let them take advantage of the country at all. It's a rare kindness for you." He Junyao said with a leisurely expression on his lips.

With a smile, he joked, "They won't waste it." What he didn't say in his heart was that he wouldn't allow it either.

"That's good!" Fang Monan's fingers were wrapped around the phone cord.

He Junyao was also sitting in the darkness, listening to the cold autumn wind outside, but his ears were warm. He didn't want to end the call. "Ghost girl! It's raining over there."

"My ears are very sensitive!" Fang Monan's silver bell-like voice sounded, carrying a sense of loneliness and vicissitudes of life. "The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad!"

"The yellow chrysanthemums have not yet bloomed in front of the fence, and the lonely clear bottle is in the cold embrace." He Junyao continued. He was not used to hearing the sadness and loneliness in her tone that had always been in autumn. Thinking of her melancholy look now, he frowned and deliberately joked,

"When did Nanny become so sentimental?" He listened to the silence on the phone and said, "Do you want to hear about what happened to me on the battlefield?" [

Fang Monan looked at the raindrops beating against his clothes outside, his eyes were blurred, and there was a hint of vulnerability, but there was also a feeling of pity for me. Hearing the voice on the phone, Fang Monan sneered, how could she have time to feel sad for spring?

What a shame! If you have the chance to come back, if you don’t enjoy life and make the people around you happy, and think about it here, you really should fight! "Okay! Just tell me! Although I have never been on the battlefield, I can

I’ve seen the description in the movie and it’s very miserable.”

He Junyao said in a low and slightly hoarse voice, "You'd better not see the real battlefield!"

"Of course I'd rather be a peace dog! No one likes war!" Fang Monan gently grabbed the microphone with his fingers, "Is it because of your family that you join the army?"

He Junyao said vaguely, "That's right! I grew up in a military compound. All I see and hear are military affairs. When I grow up, I naturally become a soldier."

Fang Monan affirmed, "You must be scared on the battlefield for the first time!"

"I'm afraid, will I dislike you Brother He? You're worthless!" He Junyao joked.

Fang Monan said resolutely, "No, fear is a normal human reaction. I don't know if I will die in battle, and I don't know how many of my comrades will come back alive. Fear of the unknown is normal."

The war has changed many people who participated in it. It is the war that makes people strong or sinks. Perhaps at the beginning, it was the blood and passion that supported them, but in the end, it was the death and blood that made them numb.

He Junyao recalled the piles of corpses and rivers of blood on the battlefield. He was deeply shocked by the cruelty of the battlefield. Only then did he realize that he was not that strong. Hidden under the strong appearance was hesitation and cowardice. As the war

As the time went on, they became more and more silent.

The most embarrassing thing to face is that the close comrades who were talking to you just now fall down one by one, and you can't bear it. Especially when you die in a cowardly manner. "Damn it!" He Junyao actually cursed.

"What do you think of that makes you so angry?" Fang Monan asked softly.

He Junyao thought about the past and fell into memories, "At that time, I was his squad leader. Although he was called the squad leader, the boy was one year older than me! We were the youngest in the class, and his name was Li Yongqiang, but

The comrades in the class all liked to call him a nickname: Nao Dan'er. He was a rural soldier and could not read a word. Because I was educated. After they found out that I was literate, I became the squad leader and was responsible for teaching them how to read. We were together for a whole year.

time. Later, we were the first batch to enter the battlefield. It went smoothly at first, with almost no resistance, and then..."

"What happened later!" Fang Monan's voice also became deeper.

He Junyao's voice gradually became lower, as if he was caught in some indelible memory: "At that time, we didn't expect that the Vietnamese would actually use all the people as soldiers to deal with us. Hehe, teenage children were even detained in front of us.

I took down the candies and biscuits handed over by our soldiers. I turned around, picked up the K47 and fired black guns at us from behind. Tutu... We had no time to prepare. This is how the platoon leader died, and many comrades, who didn't even say a word.

Before I could stay... There was a loud bang, and the cannon exploded next to me. Then there was a gunshot, and then there was a huge recoil, and then there was the sound of pulling the bolt. I looked at a

Several comrades fell in front of him..."

In his memory, He Junyao remembered that it was a village that he followed his company through. Their comrades who had experienced a great battle were all exhausted. After friendly communication with the Vietnamese, he took the soldiers in his class with him.

Walking towards a private house, he suddenly found that the comrade walking in front of him tilted his body, and then heard a sound like a firecracker. Then, the comrade closest to him quickly exploded on his forehead.

A beautiful blood flower appeared.

Then the second, the third... He Junyao watched helplessly as the three comrades in front of him were twisting their bodies as if they were drunk, amidst the continuous gunfire like firecrackers.

Performing a dance of death.

"Enemy attack! Get down!" He Junyao roared angrily and suddenly leaned towards the ground, feeling really unwilling to do so.

After a burst of crackling sounds, the world became quiet.

When He Junyao raised his bent body again, he found that his comrades had lost their voices. Not far away, there were several half-year-old children, both boys and girls, aged no more than fifteen years old. The Vietnamese man was carrying a

The rifles lay in a pool of blood. It was them who rushed out of a room and fired a barrage of fire, claiming the lives of several soldiers.

He Junyao opened his mouth and was about to speak, but found that his comrades' mouths were wide open, as if they were about to make some noise. Then he saw the most dull coward, who was always naive and scratching his head, "Squad leader, what's going on?"

Write it once, I didn’t see it clearly.’ Ask He Junyao to write it again on the ground.

At this moment, Nao Dan'er suddenly pounced towards him like a swift cheetah, and then, the bird whizzed past his ear, while Nao Dan'er couldn't help but hugged his body.

Shaking.

"It hurts so much!" the coward lying in He Junyao's arms shouted, waking up He Junyao from his daze. When the girl with the gun was shot dead by other comrades who reacted, He Junyao

He could see the brother in his arms spitting out blood.[

"Brother, you bastard, you bastard, don't sleep, wake up quickly, wake up, don't sleep, the military doctor is coming soon, the hygienist, the fucking hygienist, come here quickly!" He Junyao said in a way that sounded to others like:

A roaring voice in his ears was shouting crazily beside Nao Dan'er, but he couldn't help but shed tears from his eyes, one drop, two drops, like broken pearls.

The face of the nicknamed Nao Dan'er has become very pale. There is no blood at all on his dark, angular face. Instead, he is spitting out blood from the corner of his mouth, and he opens his mouth with great effort.

, he tried hard to make a little noise. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote and vote monthly. Your support is my biggest motivation.)