Chapter 93 Chapter 93 The Inexplicable Interruption of Emotions

Many years later, when I am quiet, I will always be interrupted by an inexplicable emotion.If I was coding, I would stand there in a daze for a long time, not knowing what I was doing; if I was fishing, I would sit there all afternoon, until at dusk I saw a dead fish turning my bait to turn white Take the pony and walk to your own Cherokee. and then? Then I will cry. I would sit in front of the computer or lie on the steering wheel and cry quietly for a while. In fact, the most obvious feeling is often not me, but the girls I have experienced. Because they all know not to wear white skirts in front of me.

Otherwise, I will turn my face. Turn your face mercilessly. I have always been this dog-tempered, usually lazy and indifferent to everything, but I can't see two things, and they are all related to girls. One is girls wearing camouflage T-shirts or jeans. One is that girls wear white skirts. You can turn your face right away and there is no transition in the middle. So now that I think about it, those girls are really not easy. That beautiful white dress will remain in my eternal memory and become a deep youthful pain.It was already autumn at that time, not late autumn, but the troops had changed into autumn clothes uniformly. When we took off our sweaty camouflage short-sleeved shirts after physical training and wrung sweat, the wind was really chilly on our bodies. ——Actually, when I recall it now, I want to say, do you know what shock is?It was those dark faces with white teeth laughing and cursing each other in a hoarse voice, and when they took off their short-sleeved shirts and were sweating, each piece of their dark flesh could burst out with astonishing power.When you see dozens of bald boys laughing together, you don't need them to deliberately show any murderous look, a feeling will arise spontaneously.

That is - shock. It will definitely hit your heart. ——To tell the truth, as long as you see this picture, you will never be disappointed with the Chinese Army. ——To tell you the truth, my brothers at the time were thinking that whoever comes here will not hesitate, and you can come however you want, as long as you dare to confront our motherland, then we will plunge a dagger into your heart and kill you directly. There is no reason to talk to you without showing mercy. ——To tell the truth, the suicide notes of our group of brothers were all prepared at that time, and they were all put in a file cabinet of the squadron cadres.Because we are a 24-hour quick-response force and a special force for high-risk subjects and tasks, this and that will happen even if there is no war, such as training, exercises, and various military operations in non-combat situations ( Including helping the local public security to deal with those who play terrorist activities) may cause accidents.But are we afraid?Of course I'm afraid!Are you not afraid that you are still human?But we have no right to be afraid, because you are a soldier, you are a special force of the Chinese Army.It is your bounden duty to sacrifice for the motherland, it is your duty to sacrifice your life for your faith, otherwise why are you wearing a special forces vest?

——Let’s be honest again, in my suicide note, my ashes belong to my parents, while my diary belongs to Xiaoying.I was born to my parents and raised by my parents. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be both. Since I chose the special forces, I can only be loyal first and then filial. She spends her whole life with her Let her nag me like this because I like to hear it, but we're both soldiers, we have the same beliefs I'm sure she'll understand me, my diary she keeps if she likes it or throws me away I have no complaints, but I just want her to know that there was such a Xiaozhuang who was obsessed with her since childhood, and finally this little boy grew up to be a soldier and a special soldier, and he still fell in love with her. There is no other reason, just because she is Xiaoying, It is the angel in my heart. The words on my diary are not written with a pen, but the blood flowing out of my heart. It is the longing and yearning, all for her.

—Oh, the white dress. Xiaoying was hanging out with me in that white dress in the compound of the General Hospital of the Military Region, and kept trying to hold my hand.When I saw a cadre, I let go, which made Xiaoying unhappy, but I still didn't dare, and it wasn't because I didn't dare because I was embarrassed. The autumn wind was chilly and the autumn was cool, but Xiaoying was wearing that white skirt and paired it with a pair of short white boots, showing her fair arms and calves. When I held her hand, I knew she was actually cold, because her hand was very cold. But she still smiled and walked in the garden with fallen leaves.

No matter what others think of her. I know that there is only me in her world. As long as I give her, she likes it. Even if it is autumn, give her a white skirt. I know she will wear them even in winter. what is love? This is love. It's that simple. She didn't know that I was going to face danger, but she didn't know how I was so close at the nick of time. I won't tell her this, except to keep it secret, just to keep her from worrying. The corners of my eyes get wet as I watch her twirling herself in the red leaves in her white dress. Do female soldiers have to like camouflage uniforms?

Why can't they like beautiful clothes? Xiaoying flew around and hugged my neck for a while, dangling himself for a while, and then climbed up the rockery, just like we went to the park when we were in middle school. But I know, I still have to go. Because I'm not that little boy anymore. I am a soldier, a special force of the Chinese Army. I'm leaving, tomorrow. My voice is hoarse: "Xiaoying." She jumped down from the rockery and smiled: "What?" I reached out and hugged her: "I want to hug you." This is the first time I've offered to hug her.

She looked up at me: "Black Monkey, what's wrong with you?" She reached out to wipe a tear from my face. "It's nothing, I should go." I said softly. I will never forget her loss and sadness. She buried her head in my arms, clinging to me like a cat. "Promise me," she sobbed, "don't get hurt again." I do not know what to say. "When you get hurt, my heart hurts." She looked at me and said. I nodded: "I will be careful." She looked at me carefully, and suddenly held my face and kissed my lips tightly, tightly.

Our lips kissed together tightly as if growing together. Two little privates, a boy, a girl, 18, 19, a green military uniform and a white skirt, kissed tightly in the garden of the General Hospital of the Military Region in full view on the afternoon of autumn wind and fallen leaves. Fallen leaves falling. Our eyes are closed, our lips are together and our tears are together. No matter who is around. Our world is only our own.