Chapter 3 first quarter

I joined the army in 1978 and served as a student in the art group of the Peking Opera Troupe of Comrades in the Beijing Military Region. Three years later, he was commissioned as a small cadre at the 23rd level, and he was an art designer at that time. Seven years later, the streamlining and reorganization of the troops was eliminated. The year was 1984. Just after New Year's Day, the political commissar came to talk to me with a smile, and his attitude was very kind. My heart sank, and I knew that this time the wolf was coming.I was very cooperative and acted indifferent to the organizational decision. I even moved out of the military compound the next day.

As far as I know, some of the people who changed jobs with me still live in the compound of the military region and have not left.The reason why I left in such a hurry at that time was mainly because I didn't want to lose my identity in front of the commanders and fighters.Afterwards, I realized that I was so nostalgic for the army.I know the real reason for changing jobs. Simple, I'm in love with a girl.The girl's father is an old comrade of the repertory troupe. The old comrade found that his daughter was a little bit swaying, so he tracked and investigated and found out Feng Xiaogang who was hiding behind the scenes.The old comrade was furious and issued a stern warning to me.

For the sake of his daughter, I am not in a hurry with him. He thought he had curbed my thoughts, but he didn't expect that things didn't end according to his wishes. Not only did the girl not give up despite the difficulties, but she intensified her efforts to keep in touch with me on the hotline.The old comrade became furious and brought his daughter to justice. It is said that the poles of the mosquito nets were all discounted. The girl's infatuation deeply moved me. At that time, my blood was boiling. If my comrades did not stop me, I almost rushed to the girl's house and said to her father: If you want to hit you, hit me.

Thankfully I didn't go. Because, to my surprise, the girl's sweetheart is not me at all.It is true that she would rather die than submit, but the important question of who would rather die than surrender was not only ignored by her father, but also by me.Afterwards, the girl told me truthfully that her sweetheart was a handsome young man who worked in civil aviation.This made me suddenly realize why she would appear in front of me frequently, but every time it was superficial.It turned out that this little girl was playing like a slap in the face to get rid of the golden cicada's shell.

I made the mistake of wishful thinking.Mistakes and setbacks educate us and make us wiser. But in the years to come, I still made many mistakes of wishful thinking, and I was full of grief and indignation at my stupidity and had no choice but to do so. Who let me be kind-hearted and infatuated? This is something.The girl's father was still kept in the dark by her.In order to get rid of the troubles in my heart, the old comrades colluded with the political commissar of our regiment to include me in the list of changing jobs in the name of streamlining and reorganizing.