Chapter 88 Section Thirteen

Zhang Lei ran a few steps quickly, did a side somersault with a neat hand support, and after getting up, he performed a front somersault.This series of actions stunned the people coming and going from the General Hospital of the Military Region, while Fang Zijun showed a gratified smile on his face.Zhang Lei jumped up on the lawn and kicked in the air again, the movement was clean and agile. After landing, there was only slight sweat on his forehead, and he smiled like a child: "How about it, can I be discharged from the hospital?" "Like a monkey, I approved you to leave the hospital." The attending doctor said with a smile.

"That's great, but I'm suffocated!" Zhang Lei ran over, "Every day, I'm not allowed to move, I'm not allowed to move, I've had enough of this kind of life!" He said and looked at Fang Zijun mischievously. Fang Zijun ignored him. The attending doctor blinked and blinked: "You! Without our Xiaofang taking good care of you, how could you get better so quickly? I don't care if you think highly of you!" Zhang Lei laughed. "Okay, I'm back on duty." The attending doctor waved his hand and went back upstairs. Zhang Lei smiled at Fang Zijun: "Really, thank you."

"This is what I should do." Fang Zijun smiled. "Today, I invite you to dinner." Zhang Lei said sincerely. "Yo, so formal? Isn't it like you?" "It's official when it's official. Let's go!" The "Veteran's Position" restaurant is opened by an old infantry soldier who went to the front line in 1984. He was originally a student of the stage art department of the Central Academy of Drama and joined the army. He continued to go to school after returning.After graduating, I went back to the provincial capital and worked as an artist for the provincial TV station. Now that I am a brush and have some money, I opened this restaurant. It has just opened for a few days.

Fang Zijun was taken aback by Zhang Lei. Rather than saying that this is a restaurant, it is better to say that this is really a position.The boss, who was born as a stage artist, really has extraordinary aesthetic attainments, so he set up this restaurant in an air-raid shelter.The door was covered with sandbags and barbed wire. Although the waitress in a camouflage skirt had a pleasant smile, Fang Zijun couldn't do it as soon as she turned into the door hung by the camouflage net. A very popular poster at the time, with the face of a little soldier wearing a steel helmet, and the calligraphy said "Mom, the motherland needs me".

Going in again, there is a screen wall inside.The screen walls are full of news photos, battlefield selfies and various souvenirs from that year.In the dim light, the past years are coming, the enamel white teapot of "the cutest person in the contemporary era", the peace dove made of bullet casings, and the incomplete shell fragments are all calling for that period of fighting youth, fiery youth .The music that reverberates in the space is also the popular music of that year, and "Blood-Stained Grace" is like weeping and complaining. Turn around the screen wall and enter the position.

A statue stood in the center of the dining room arranged as the underground headquarters.The statue is rough but full of strength. It is a soldier wearing a steel helmet and bare back and wearing shorts. His thin body is full of tendons and flesh. The rope around his neck is tied with glory bullets. He is gazing at tigers, with his left hand on the ground and his right hand holding a 56 submachine gun. It's an attacking pose. The metal plate under the statue reads - "Soldier Soul". Fang Zijun stood in front of the statue for a long time. "The boss created it himself. A Hong Kong boss offered 200,000 yuan, but he didn't sell it," Zhang Lei said.

Fang Zijun nodded. "Zhang Lei!" shouted a long-haired man in an old military uniform without a red collar. "Brother Wang!" Zhang Lei waved. The long-haired man came over: "Are you here today?" "This is the boss, Brother Wang." Zhang Lei said with a smile, "This is my girlfriend, Fang Zijun. Are you here today?" Brother Wang nodded: "I came here when I got off work, and some comrades from other places will come later. ——Where to sit, you choose." "You guys know each other?" Fang Zijun asked. "Zhang Lei, what a little brother!" Brother Wang put his arms around Zhang Lei's shoulders, "I just met two weeks ago, I didn't say it, your brother is my brother! You are my little brother! I heard him mention you, 86 Younger sisters who are over the age, don't see outsiders, this is our army and our family."

"Did you run out to drink?" Fang Zijun frowned. Zhang Lei smiled: "There is such a place near the hospital, how could I have no information?" "Choose a place." "Books in two places." "OK." Brother Wang nodded, beckoning a waiter over, "The reception is ready, book from both places." Fang Zijun followed Zhang Lei through the underground headquarters, as if traveling through a time tunnel.Camouflage nets, worn-out military uniforms full of gunpowder smoke, broken wire steel with cat ears pierced, twisted engineer shovels, old radio stations... and the music reverberating in the space, everything is waking up the silent war.

Awaken the war in Fang Zijun's memory. Turn to the aisle of the air-raid shelter inside, and on both sides are the private rooms, which are the rooms of the air-raid shelter.The rooms have their own names, "Lao Shanlan", "Kuolin Mountain", "Faka Mountain", "Eight Sisters Rescue Team", "Unnamed Highland", "Scout's House"...Suddenly Fang Zijun stopped, She saw a familiar sign on the inside. Yes, that's right. Eagle armband. Zoom in on the hand-painted eagle armbands on the canvas. Zhang Lei also stopped, bowed his head and did not speak.

Fang Zijun strode up and saw that this room was called "Flying Eagle Scouting Team". She turned around: "You gave him the idea?" Zhang Lei nodded, solemnly: "I didn't expect him to arrange it so quickly—although their mission is still classified, I want people to remember them." "Why didn't you bring me here?" "I'm afraid you will be sad." Zhang Lei said frankly. "I'm right here." Fang Zijun said firmly. So he entered the "Flying Eagle Scouting Team". It is still a huge oil painting, and the rough brushstrokes show the inner excitement of the painter.It is a group photo of all members of the Flying Eagle Reconnaissance Team. Although it is copied from the photo, it is obvious that the painter has integrated his own creative passion. The joints of the hands of the soldiers in camouflage uniforms are enlarged, holding their steel The gun, with a solemn and slightly distorted face, exaggerated the simplicity and fortitude of the warrior.

Fang Zijun searched carefully for those familiar faces in the painting, but she knew where he was without looking. Yes, it is him. The young face is full of arrogance, the black and white eyes are shining coldly, the clear lips and the heroic nose are all so familiar... Fang Zijun's hand gently stroked his face. The painter is a person with very high artistic attainments, not only accurately captured his shape, but also keenly felt his spirit. Fang Zijun's tears welled up in his eyes. "Do you know how much I miss you..." Fang Zijun's voice choked. Zhang Lei took off his military cap and lowered his head, not knowing what to say. Fang Zijun turned around with tears streaming down his face.The whole room is full of group photos and personal photos of the Flying Eagle Scouting Team, and a piece of white paper is written in solemn black Times New Roman: The "Flying Eagle" reconnaissance team of the Chinese People's Liberation Army Air Force Airborne Forces was established in 1986. It fought on the front line for one year and carried out more than 50 missions. It was disbanded after returning to the Defense Army in 1987.Among them, there were 4 first-class heroes, 15 second-class heroes, and 1 battle hero Zhang Yun. ... During the dinner, Fang Zijun drank one cup after another.Tears flowed down her beautiful face by the candlelight.The food is actually the canned food and stir-fry that was the specialty of the cooking class back then, and the wine is the Moutai at the height of the front line. Even the wine is filled with enamel jars printed with "the cutest person in contemporary times", but she still keeps jars after jars. Drink, Zhang Lei couldn't persuade him.Zhang Lei also drank a lot, and the two sang blood-stained demeanor, the love between mother and child in the two places, the moon of the fifteenth, and all the songs of this silent war that can be imagined. All drunk. Fang Zijun lay on the table and cried loudly, but he was still drinking. Drink until Brother Wang came in: "It's no good, if you drink any more, something will happen. Zhang Lei, are you still sober?!" "Here!" Zhang Lei stood up crookedly and wanted to salute, "I'm fine!" "Drink some cat pee and look at your bear! The room next door is full of veterans from 1984. You let the big brothers watch the joke, don't you?" "No, it's not! I, I'm going to respect Big Brother..." As he said that he was about to go over with the enamel tea mug, his feet were weak and he almost fell over. "Okay, okay." Brother Wang smiled wryly, "Hurry up and go back to sleep!" "Give it up, pay the bill!" Zhang Lei touched his body. "I'll go to the Luyuan to find my comrades later, or you can talk about it later." Brother Wang grabbed him and called another waitress to help Fang Zijun up, "Go, get out, I'll find you a car!" As soon as the wind blew, Zhang Lei became a little more sober, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry I drank too much today..." "Send your partner back quickly, and don't fight with others on the way." Brother Wang pushed him into the taxi and said to the driver: "Military Region General Hospital, stay safe on the road." Fang Zijun was drunk, and Zhang Lei leaned over and hugged his neck as soon as he got in the car, mumbling without knowing what he was talking about.Zhang Lei hugged her, they hugged and kissed before, but it felt cold to Zhang Lei, it was the first time they hugged each other tightly like this. When the car arrived at the cadre dormitory of the general hospital, Zhang Lei helped Fang Zijun down, she was still drunk.Zhang Lei almost carried Fang Zijun back to the dormitory, but Fang Zijun really hugged his neck tightly and did not let go: "Don't leave me, don't leave me..." Zhang Lei turned on the light and put Fang Zijun on the bed, but Fang Zijun didn't let go: "Don't, don't leave me..." "Zijun, you drank too much." Zhang Lei said softly, untied Fang Zijun's arm, got up and turned off the light, turned and walked to the door. Fang Zijun slightly opened his drunken eyes, and saw a familiar figure from behind. And this figure in a military uniform jacket is opening the door to go out. "what--" Fang Zijun screamed, the sound was so harsh and tragic that Zhang Lei's hairs stood on end. Fang Zijun jumped up from the bed, rushed over and hugged the familiar figure and cried loudly: "Ah—you don't go! You don't go!" Zhang Lei hurriedly turned around: "I won't go, I won't go! Go to bed first, go to sleep!" Fang Zijun hugged this familiar body regardless, held his familiar chin, and looked at his familiar arrogant eyes with tears in his eyes.For a long time, she frantically kissed his lips, biting and kissing fiercely, her tongue exploring between his teeth.Almost instantly, Fang Zijun's feminine tenderness was awakened, and her kiss was no longer so cold but hot. "Don't go, don't go..." She kissed frantically and murmured. Zhang Lei, who was aroused with passion, hugged Fang Zijun tightly and kissed her: "I won't go! I won't go anywhere!" Fang Zijun's weak body was paralyzed in Zhang Lei's arms, and Zhang Lei tore off her blouse with his powerful hands.Fang Zijun fell limply on the bed, Zhang Lei threw himself into Fang Zijun's arms, kissing the towering full breasts.Fang Zijun embraced his bald crew cut with forgetfulness, stroked his strong neck, and stroked his well-developed chest muscles. Zhang Lei propped himself up, and Fang Zijun's coat and underwear fell off under his big hands like a butterfly shedding its shell. Under the moonlight, she is as pure as a goddess. Zhang Lei bent down and hugged his lover. What Fang Zijun hugged was also his lover. She was crying, laughing and shouting, a blushing of happiness rarely appeared on her face. At the moment when the flood broke through the embankment, Fang Zijun shouted, convulsively: "Do you know, I miss you so much..."