Senior Superstar

On the uphill shrouded in cold stars and moon, the sound of rumbling cannons in the distance continued.

The artillery fire illuminates the smoke and tears the sky, like thunder in winter.

Each "snow bag" was trembling on the top of the slope.

Looking at the strings of tracer bombs, flares, and signal flares flying on the front a few kilometers away.

Listening to the muffled explosion sound of grenades, blasting tubes, and explosives echoing in the valley, a small "snow bag" moved.

"Squad leader. There's too much fighting ahead. It's too lively. I really want to rush over there. It must be very warm over there."

Hearing the "snow bag" deliberately pressing down, but still unable to stop the trembling sound, the other "snow bag" also moved slightly.

"Shh, shh! Paul, keep quiet!"

A mouth full of rattling sounds made by teeth clashing.

After receiving the sniper mission from their superiors, the company had been lying in an ambush in the waist-deep snow shell for six full hours.

The enemy, who was expected to flee along this road, was still stubbornly resisting at this moment, entangled with the combat troops ahead.

How lively the front is, how deserted it is here.

Liu Feng, a soldier of the third class who was just sixteen years old, could no longer feel his lower limbs at all. His only thought now is that the comrades in front of him should smash the enemy as soon as possible, so that he can jump out of the snow nest, rush up, and give those bastards who made him freeze for six hours a hot shuttle!

As early as the first hour of the ambush, the cotton coat as thick as gluten cake was penetrated by the snow water melted by body temperature.

He could feel that part of his skin that was in contact with the snow had been frozen together with the ice and snow.

The weather is really too cold!

Annoyed by Liu Feng's yelling, the squad leader raised his arm and knocked him on the head tremblingly.

Liu Feng was the youngest fighter in the class, he said he was sixteen, but in fact he was not yet sixteen.

Seeing that Liu Feng's snow bag was a head shorter than others, the squad leader sighed.

"Who told you to lie down in the snow honestly? Didn't you see that the veterans are all hunched over? Push up your butt! Lie down like this!"

The squad leader's reprimand made the veterans around them burst into low-pitched laughter.

"Liu Feng, let me tell you, you haven't married yet!"

"Yes, yes, we don't care, my mother-in-law has given birth to two babies. Didn't you say that you are the only child in your family?"

Hearing the old soldier's ridicule, Liu Feng blinked blankly.

He knows a little bit about men and women. Trembling, he smiled naively.

"Brother Lin, what are the names of your two children?"

"I haven't named it yet. Two little bastards, I'll think about it when I go back. I don't have time now!"

"Think about it, I'm waiting anyway, just think about it now!"

"Hey, you brat, why are you so interested in this matter? Why, do you want to marry a wife?"

"Hehehe, thought about it."

Liu Feng's naive look made the veterans around him amused.

"Tell me, what do you think?"

Aiming at the road with the rifle in his hand, the veteran called Lao Lin quickly cast his eyes at Liu Feng.

It wasn't just him, Liu Feng suddenly became a spectacle for the veterans around him.

Feeling the pair of shining eyes staring at him in the darkness, Liu Feng smiled even more foolishly.

"I thought, after the war is over, I will find a strong girl when I go back. Together, we will tidy up the land that our family has divided, and plant all the rice! Then, we will give birth to a few more babies for him! "

Holding the rifle with a layer of hoarfrost in one hand, Liu Feng stretched out his palm with the other hand.

"At least five!"

"so much?!"

On the side, Lao Lin, who has two sons, was stunned.

Liu Feng smiled triumphantly: "The more babies are born, the bigger the revolutionary team will be! I have already thought of the names, the eldest will call him Jianzhong, the second will be called Jianhua, build China! The third will call him Jianguo , the fourth child will be called Jianye! The fifth child, I hope the fifth child will be a girl named Jianfang. The country they build will be prosperous, strong and equal, and will last forever!"

Listening to Liu Feng's imagination, the eyes became brighter in the dark—like stars hanging in the sky.

"Okay, amazing."

"You're pretty good at picking names!"

"The military skills are not good, but the name is a genius!"

Looking at the longing one by one in the dark night, as if he saw the veterans in the distant future through these names, Liu Feng proudly stuffed his frozen hands into his crotch to warm them, and a deeper yearning appeared on his face.

"When they all participate in the construction and have their own business, I can do what I like. I go wherever I like every day. I want to go to every province to see the beauty of our motherland. Heshan!"

This is not imagination, it is madness!

Listening to this brat's wild imagination, the instructor on the other side of Xueke was amused.

"Okay, good guys! I can't tell that Comrade Liu Feng's awareness is so high. The names of his children are all good, comrades, is Comrade Liu Feng's imagination good?"

"good!"

In the snow, everyone let out a low cry.

"But what he thinks has a very important premise, which is peace! And peace, we need to work it out now!"

"Comrades, cheer up and persevere!"

"yes!"

The position was once again silent.

"Ah, ah? Liu Feng, you have thought of your son's name, have you thought of your grandson's name?"

In the silence, a veteran elbowed Liu Feng.

"ah?"

Faced with the teasing of his comrade-in-arms Sanxiao, Liu Feng blinked.

"That. Not yet."

"Think about it! Didn't you say it? Anyway, I'm waiting, and I'm thinking about it now. I'll listen to it too, for inspiration."

"My son and daughter's names are exhausting, and I can't remember them for a while."

Liu Feng cried and mourned.

"What can't you remember?"

On the side, Lao Lin, whose two sons were neither named, curled his lips.

"Don't be so troublesome. In my hometown, I name my baby whatever I touch. If I touch a pot, I call it a pot. If I touch a broom, I call it a broom."

"ah"

Liu Feng squeezed his hand in his crotch, and grinned.

"Then my grandson, don't you want to call him Liu Dandan?"

"Huh!"

Hearing the name Liu Feng had reserved for his grandson, Lao Lin clicked his tongue contemptuously.

"How can you name it like this, you can't just call it an egg when you touch it. Vulgar! In our hometown, it has to be called root! I think it's better to call it"

"What's it called?"

"Liu Laogen, let's go!"

The veteran slapped his thigh and had a flash of inspiration.

Forty years later.

In a residential house in Rongzhou.

Liu Feng, in his fifties, hugged his overweight grandson, his eyes sparkling.

At this moment, he not only had the joy of having a baby, but also felt an uncontrollable sadness in his heart.

In my mind, the faces that once accompanied me to plan the future, but have been buried forever under the cold moon and stars, flashed quickly one by one.

"Father, our Liu family has a descendant! The five names of our brothers and sisters were all given by you. Now, what is the name of the eldest son and grandson is up to you!"

"That's right! Dad's name is good. When I was in school, the elementary school teacher said that the names of the five brothers and sisters are all bright!"

"What are you in a hurry for? Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to register. Find a dictionary for Dad later, and let him pick and choose!"

Looking at the happy children, Liu Feng lowered his head.

Stretching out his weather-stained and wrinkled fingers, he gently teased the fat boy in his arms.

"No need. The name was given to him forty years ago."

"What's your name, dad?"

"Let's call him Liu Laogen."

"ha?!"

Hearing this name, the five brothers and sisters of the Liu family were dumbfounded.

Wow!

In Liu Feng's arms, the overweight and fat boy let out a heart-piercing cry.