Special Years

Early in the morning, the wake-up call floated over the camp as usual.

Zhang Dabao stood in front of the barracks, holding a watch in his hand. He looked down at the watch for a while, and then looked up at the door of the row house.

A team member came out...

And then two...

three...

The team members who had run out of the row room stood in line on the lawn and assembled one by one...

Zhang Dabao frowned.

When a solemn figure appeared at the door, Zhang Dabao's face finally stretched out.

"Report! The team members solemnly request to be listed!"

Zhang Dapao grinned and raised his head, his voice was like beating a gong, making people's ears buzzing: "Enter!"

That morning, it was physical training as usual.

At the beginning of the morning, the routine is a 10-kilometer weight-bearing run.

Everything is as usual.

But the exception is that solemn ran the first day.

Not the first in the shooting elite training team, but the first in the shooting team and the obstacle team.

For Xu Xingguo, who often stood side by side with Zhuang Yan, you surpassed me, and I caught up with you, it was his most depressing day.

It has been a month since I concentrated on the elite training camp, and Zhuang Yan has never surpassed himself in the morning weight-bearing run, at most run side by side with himself.

But on this day, Xu Xingguo felt a chill in his ears, and Zhuang Yan passed by him like a wind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up.

All day long, the top-notch shooting team still went to the shooting range to conduct on-site teaching guidance and live-fire training as usual.

Gunshots rang out intensively all morning.

2 pm, outside the gate.

Yu Huijun and a few little girlfriends were stopped by a serious-looking sentinel.

"I came to see our instructor. His name is Zhuang Yan. I have an appointment with him on my birthday today."

Yu Huijun looked at this sentinel, who had seen him countless times before, and always let him go smoothly before, and was surprised in his heart.

"I'm sorry, you can't go in, and Zhuang Yan didn't tell us that someone was coming to her." The sentinel said coldly.

...

At the end of the exercise that evening, solemnly returned to the row room, just put down the gun, the door guard sentry appeared at the gate of the row room.

"Solemnly, come here."

Going out the door, the sentry took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket.

This is a piece of paper with black grids. It doesn't look like letter paper, but rather like the recording paper used for registration at the gate.

"She had to ask me for a pen and paper, so I could only tear one up for her." The sentinel suddenly waved his hand and said, "But I didn't see what she wrote, and I didn't peek at what was written inside."

The solemn heart slowly sank.

"I know, thank you."

The sentinel sighed slightly: "Actually... that little girl is quite pitiful... I cried for a long time, alas..."

After speaking, I didn't know what to say, so I turned around and left.

Zhuang Yan took the piece of paper and turned along the barracks to the back of the clothes drying field, where the squad leader of the third squadron burned letters from students.

Sitting by the ditch, solemnly slowly unfolded the piece of paper.

There is only one sentence above -

"Solemn, I hate you to death!"

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.

Maybe Yu Huijun will never come to the coaching team to find her again. With her strong personality, it may take a long, long time to hate someone...

Although it was very sad, the solemn feeling suddenly felt a little relieved.

As Zhang Dapao said, this person has to face countless choices in his life.

If you want to be a good soldier and hang your military medals on your chest, you have to give something.

Any achievement in the world is not for nothing. Everything must be given up. If you gain a little, you have to give up something.

He suddenly remembered his father Zhuang Zhenguo.

In the era of wars in southern Xinjiang, and in the era when Zhuang Zhenguo was a soldier, perhaps his father also faced countless choices.

If you want to defend your family and the country immediately on the battlefield and realize the value of your life, then you will definitely owe your family.

The same is true now.

Or you can ignore the captain's warning, just like the local young people, like the Hong Kong and Taiwan songs sing, what the **** "Why don't you walk for a while", ignore everything, and talk about his mother's vigorous love.

Or just like now, use the residual sense of reason in the impulse to finally restrain himself, continue his green years, continue his military career, pursue the bet he made with his father before, and realize his value as a soldier.

Now that you have chosen, don't regret it.

Because regret is worthless.

Ideals are always precious.

If you want to achieve your ideals, you will give up a lot of things along the way.

The reason why ideals are precious is because of giving up, and ideals that have not chosen to give up do not exist.

But it is precisely because of giving up that he chooses to keep moving forward.

Zhuang Yan took out a lighter from his pocket, tapped it, and put the paper on the flame.

Although it has been a while since he quit smoking, Zhuang Yan still has a lighter on his body.

The piece of paper was on or badly lit, and the fire spread quickly.

In the evening sunset, the flames take on a poignant orange-red color.

Fire is beautiful, but it can hurt people.

It is slowly devouring everything in the past, which is a solemn memory.

The wind from the Feiyun Mountains blew up and rolled up the ashes, blowing them in all directions, and solemnly released his hand, the paper in his hand gently flew up like a butterfly, and floated into the air, the further and further away...

Another week has passed.

Yu Huijun never appeared again.

The unstoppable weekend visits in the past have never appeared again.

The gate of the teaching team was silent, and the sentry stood at the post outside the gate, seemingly unaccustomed to it, and looked at the far end of the road several times.

The little girl in the pink tracksuit was never seen again.

The sentry looked up at the sky.

The sky was blue and blue with no clouds at all.

He sighed and suddenly said to himself, "What a pity, such a beautiful girl..."

On the side of the shooting range, Wen Zhixing walked up to Zhang Dabao and asked, "How is the boy's condition?"

Zhang Dapao didn't even look at Wen Zhixing and said, "Which kid?"

Wen Zhixing glanced at Zhang Dabao, knowing that this guy was deliberately showing his face, so he said, "I said solemn."

"Solemn?" Zhang Dapao remained expressionless, "He's very good, he can't die, of course it's painful to lose love, but it doesn't include the kind of love that has never been in love."

Wen Zhixing stopped talking and stood there watching the players shoot.

After a long time, he said, "Old Zhang, do you think I'm very inhumane?"

Zhang Dapao said: "The army has never been a place to talk about human feelings."

Wen Zhixing said: "I hope Zhuang Yan can understand my painstaking efforts in the future. He is a good seedling, and he should have a place on the stage of the group army competition."

Zhang Dapao didn't even think about it: "He is the best sharpshooter I have ever brought."

This time, he finally turned his head to look at Wen Zhixing and spoke.

"Captain, neither you nor I can keep him."

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Some readers feel that this story is forcibly adding drama, and some readers feel that it is fake. How can the army let a female student in?

Although this is only a book, I will say that this story is almost entirely true.

The only difference from the description in the book is that back then, I was undertaking a demonstration course for the whole teacher, and Deputy Teacher Cai came to pre-check this course that day, and only then did he see Yu Huijun who was yelling on the sidelines.

Before writing this story, I thought a lot, should I write it, and what is the use of writing it?

In this book, there are many character prototypes, and of course there are fictions. All the stories are compiled into a book. I hope my readers will feel it after reading it.

Just like the "choice" in the book, life will always face some dilemmas, just like the solemnity in the book.

As for what is right and what is wrong, there is no complete conclusion, because everything is possible.

What then?

Follow your heart.

Choose, don't regret it.

If you choose, you will never be discouraged if you fight to the end~www.novelmt.com~ The reason why ideals are precious is because of some things you sacrificed in the process of realizing ideals. Why do some champion athletes cry when they get on the podium? Because he felt that it was so difficult to achieve his ideal, he remembered what he had lost for the ideal.

Similarly, to grow solemnly, we must first learn to choose, which is growth.

A reader replied in this chapter, 400 chapters, the characters have not yet been determined?

I'm sorry, people are constantly learning, growing, and gaining experience all their lives.

The solemn growth runs through the whole book, because this is realism, not invincible flow. A twenty-year-old soldier, what do you expect him to be decisive and unmoving? I want to be honest, you don't believe it if you think about it?

PS: One more thing. I personally have no objection to some innocent feelings between military training. But soldiers must abide by the discipline of the army. If you don’t let you talk, you won’t let them talk. I am very grateful to the captain of the year. Although I lost a hazy relationship that may become the future, I did what I should do and made a Soldier's duty.

In addition, my current wife was one of the students in the military training back then, but we didn't have any place to cross the border at all, and even when she confessed, I went back to her directly - you are only sixteen years old, you know what love is ? Stop thinking about it! study well!

It's just that she is very stubborn, so stubborn that I didn't expect it. She said you said I was young, right? I will come to you when I grow up six years later, and I will marry you if you are not married!

I'm joking with this girl!

But I didn't expect that six years later, I'm fucked! She really found me based on a phone number I wrote in the message book back then...

You say, what else can I do?

Only disarm.

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