Separation is easier than reunion.Reunion after a long absence is often tinged with chance.In fact, there is an inevitability hidden in the accidental.For those meaningful reunions, people look forward to, search for, and move closer to each other-the mountains and rivers don't turn around, but don't they just see each other again? "There is no trace of coming and going, and the movement and breath are like feelings", which is exactly what it means.Let’s say that at around 4:00 a.m. on May 6, 1984, Tong Chuan inspected the defensive position and returned to the hiding place, where he woke up correspondent Xiao Huang.Xiao Huang sat up in a daze, his sleepy eyes were dazzled by the light of the flashlight, and he moved his eyes to look outside the hiding place, the dark and chaotic night was very dignified.The deputy battalion commander waited impatiently, his tall body had already been squeezed out of the hiding place, and he went ahead along the serpentine traffic trench.Xiao Huang had to run reluctantly to keep up.Oh, what's the hurry?Steal?Go on a date?Night attack?neither.Since the army occupied the 1075 highland with blood and turned to defense, the position has become a "tourist" resort.Out of nowhere, hordes of journalists, writers, from TV stations, film studios... came to the battlefield one by one.These people like to run around by nature, and there must be someone in the camp to pick them up, who are both "guards" and "guards".Local wars in peacetime, that's all.People from the literature, art and news circles in the rear can't wait to join in the fun.Last evening, Tong Chuan put down the phone and said to Xiao Huang:

"Depart at five o'clock tomorrow morning and go down the mountain to pick up people." "who?" "Poet, lady. Dress carefully." "Female?" Xiao Huang's eyes flickered. "It's a goddess. It was the army commander who approved her to come up, so she is looking for trouble! However, this person dares to go to the battlefield to smell the smell of blood, and he is considered a hero among women." I can't hear the deputy battalion commander's praise and criticism for this "news", both affirmation and negation.Xiao Huang's eyes twinkled, and she said a witty remark with contempt:

"Deputy Battalion Commander, pull out the dead body of the enemy in front of the position, let her see it, and give her credit if you don't scare her to death! Haha, even the poem in my head was scared away." "What nonsense? Remember, five o'clock in the morning." Five is five. But it was only after four o'clock that Xiao Huang was blown up. Can't figure out what he's going to do.The strong and strong deputy battalion commander said few words but often did amazing things.He is the only cadre in the regiment who has been in prison for a year and a half.Maybe it was the confinement that elongated his face, making that long rough face very expressionless.He would sometimes be silent for long periods of time, the silence of a man who has lived far from the world.So it looks a little scary at first glance.He has a great "addiction to play". It is said that he once stayed in the Beijing Youth Sports School as a child, and I am afraid that he was not a fuel-efficient lamp when he was in the "Corps" of the Great Northern Wilderness.But the hobbies of fighting crickets, hunting birds, and catching weasels were reformed in the prison.Only boxing (he brought two pairs of boxing gloves himself), football, bodybuilding, barbell lifting and horizontal bar are all his hobbies, and he is afraid that he will not be able to let go of them in this life.He subscribed to various magazines, including "Wulin", "Football World", "Beijing Sports", and several "digests".It's okay. I like to copy some aphorisms, aphorisms and the like.He has never softened his heart in training troops, and he has a long and stern face.Let’s just say that a small military parade was held in the National Day regiment two years ago. He was still a company commander at the time.See his company is very conspicuous as soon as it comes over.Brush up a phalanx in unison to form an inseparable whole.The horizontal and vertical lines are all stuck with a ruler.A row of soldiers sent out a row of toes like a button operation, and retracted them again.Rows of white-gloved hands moved up and down mechanically, like looms in motion.The hands and feet are blown by the wind, making a rhythmic "woo-woo" sound.The most exciting thing is that no one tilted their heads and squinted at the vanguard on the right, and the distance between them was the same.It’s just that the soldiers’ bodies were stiff, and although the back of the military uniform was drenched with sweat, there was a “T”-shaped dry spot. After the military parade, Yang Yongxia, the head of the young men’s regiment, who was the chief of staff at the time, left Tong Chuan behind.

"Commander Tong, please take off your belt." Yes, untie your belt. "Take off your uniform." Yes, take off the uniform. "turn back!" Oh, the secret is in the back - he himself, like every soldier, has a "T" shaped wooden ruler stuck in the back of his belt!The wooden ruler has torn the shoulders of the shirt.If Tong Chuan was stripped naked, there would be a bruise protruding from the hollow of his waist by the wooden ruler. "Your Excellency has some crooked ideas in running the army!" He twitched his eyebrows, sort of smiling. He is not without pride.

In a blink of an eye, Tong Chuan was already on the football field.As a striker, captain, he flies all over the field.Like a child, he cares about the gains and losses of "one city".Fighting for the win with a straight face, he even quarreled with the visiting team over a penalty kick. Mature?childish?It seems to be both. Once, Tong Chuan made a big splash.At the New Year's Gala, he originally reported that the show was a sports performance, but when he appeared on the stage, it was shocking—he led seven shirtless and bare-legged men, covered their entire bodies with petroleum jelly, and performed a "bodybuilding competition" on the illuminated stadium.The left and right sides, hamstrings and arm muscles, the oily "blocks" were full of energy, illuminating the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the regiment.

Yang Yongxia cheerfully said to the old political commissar: "It really has a sense of the times! Not bad." Sometimes Tong Chuan can't say he's not "mature".He kept secret about his experiences.His celibate life seemed impenetrable and impenetrable.Yang Yongxia tried to make arrangements for Tong Chuan's marriage several times, but all failed. Tong Chuan has always avoided talking about women, but who can forbid talking about his wife and love history in the boring routine life?Others happily chatted about this and made jokes, but he hid in the corner expressionlessly.

Noble? Or is there a hidden pain in my heart? He is a "mystery". After the respected and respected head of the old regiment retired and Yang Yongxia was promoted to the head of the regiment and became the "chief officer", Tong Chuan, the company commander, was transferred to the third battalion as the deputy battalion commander.At this time, the troops have entered the battle state. Xiao Huang asked: "Deputy Battalion Commander, have you written a suicide note?" "I only have one last word - when burying me, dig a bigger hole - please, Xiao Huang."

"Why don't you write?" "Nowhere to send." By the way, he is an orphan.There is a stepmother who has long since severed the relationship. Never have to ask for leave to visit home, the army is home. Why not get married? Xiao Huang couldn't guess, and didn't dare to ask. However, although a pair of collar badges tightly locked the floodgate of Tong Chuan's emotions, so that his unhandsome, overly long face had few vivid expressions, his emotions were obtained through large-scale actions. conduction.During the offensive battle, he only said a few words: "When the penetration is in place, immediately rush up with your own shells, don't wait!" "The casualties are less than two-thirds, and do not report casualties to the regiment." Even, drive in, intersperse, take the lead.His long face was blackened by gunpowder smoke like a mask, and his eyes, more or less white and sometimes black, were so stern, resolute and mighty.After capturing the position, he found a hard-covered notebook from the body of a lieutenant of the Vietnamese army, and a long-haired woman and a child were drawn on the title page.The lieutenant fought to the end and shot the bullet into his chest himself.In the blood-soaked painting, the woman and the child are leaning against each other in a "∧" shape, as if they would fall if they leave.There are poems written next to them, which are long and short sentences of uneven length.Tong Chuan slowly closed the notebook, put it back into the pocket of the deceased, and calmly said to the soldiers, "Buried." His abnormal movement surprised a propaganda officer who had just arrived. , this painting, this poem, is a rare trophy.It can be used in exhibitions or kept as a war memorial!But... "Buried," Tong Chuan repeated the irresistible order.

His face was expressionless. His inner world is extremely complex and rich, and his emotions are also ups and downs-but you can't see it, or even guess it. What a big fog! This is a black hour.The subtropical jungle is dark, and even the fog is like a black and wet cotton cover that cannot be torn apart or removed.Dashan still seems to be spinning cocoons.The fog piled up layer by layer and became heavy, and it fell towards the battlefield, falling on the clothes and face into sticky raindrops.Walking in the mountain mist, one's face will be covered in spider webs, and one's hands will have to scratch.Outside the traffic trenches, there are bomb craters and mines everywhere. Is there a special agent team of the Vietnamese army lurking in the fog?

Mysterious, profound, and perilous. The fluorescent light on Tong Chuan's helmet was difficult to distinguish in the fog, appearing and disappearing in a blink of an eye. "Who?!" Following the question, the gun made a metallic sound. "Ask for the password!" "Ah—password?" "Beijing. Huiling?" "Are you—Deputy Battalion Commander Tong?" "Return order!" "Yunnan." "Who leads the class?" "I." Shadowed in the cat's ear hole is a person reading a book with a flashlight on.The flashlight went out, and the man stepped out sideways.This is the "student officer" who has just graduated from the step school-acting platoon leader Lin Xiaolin.This little boy is the younger brother of the martyr, intelligent, sensitive, carefree, it seems that he was born to be an official and not a soldier.He spoke a Beijing accent, and he knew immediately that he was Tong Chuan's "townsman".Perhaps because of this.Only then was he not afraid of the vicious roar of the deputy battalion commander.

Tong Chuan: "Do you know what battlefield discipline is?" Lin Xiaolin: "Which model do you mean?" "understand?" "Understand." "What did you do?" "Read a book—I'm sleepy, read a book." "what book?" "The Life of Napoleon I." "You are amazing! You took 'Napoleon' to the battlefield. But you are not even competent as an acting platoon leader, and you can't lead a post. I think you should be transferred to a soldier." Kobayashi lowered his head. Tong Chuan turned his face: "Xiao Huang, let's go." Xiao Lin seemed to want to save face and ease the atmosphere: "Deputy Battalion Commander Tong, where are you going down the mountain? Bring two packs of Yunyan to have a good time, and smoke one to earn money." Tong Chuan ignored it.This Lin Xiaolin, who went to the battlefield with "Napoleon", his elder brother was Tong Chuan's comrade-in-arms, who died on the battlefield in 1979.So Kobayashi is always a little emotionally special.no way. Kobayashi took his place. After jumping out of the traffic trench, the hillside slid down behind us.Although the path taken during the attack was much more obvious, the light of the concealed torch could only illuminate a square inch of land. Xiao Huang was stumbling, panting and full of resentment as he ran.The coniferous trees and broad-leaved trees that had been destroyed by the artillery fire lay in a haphazard manner, with different depths of bullet craters under their feet, and their hearts and feet floated up and down together, which was really unreliable. What are you in a hurry for?What are you rushing for? The fog gradually turned milky white, and the silhouettes of the mountains were faintly visible. Walking on the "S" shaped highway, the military vehicles covered with camouflage nets galloped down and slowly up, stirring up the dust formation all over the sky. I heard the sound of the waterfall falling in the valley. Tong Chuan glanced back at Xiao Huang, the correspondent, and hurried on his way.He quickly unloaded his weapon, took off his clothes, and only had briefs to hide his shame, and got under the waterfall.He let the cool waterfall pour over his head, raised his head and gulped down the cool water.Awesome, damn it!He yelled, the pores all over his body tightened for a moment, and immediately heated up under the rubbing of his big hands, and opened up. He enjoyed it to his heart's content, yelled, and jumped up and down under the waterfall.Xiao Huang also took off his clothes and plunged into the water.Although I have only been on the ground for a week after the offensive battle, my cat's earholes are almost moldy. Wouldn't a cold bath be refreshing?However, the chirping sound stopped suddenly, and Tong Chuan slowly rubbed his well-developed chest muscles, thoughtfully. What was he thinking about? He looked out through the transparent water mist. After the waterfall fell, he turned along the side of the road. There was a deep ditch under the road. In the deep ditch covered by banana leaves, there were field rescue stations looming. Grass green military tent. What is he expecting? However, there was no expression on that long face.