Chapter 11 Chapter 11

This is the end of the summer sunset suicide case. The final outcome of the company commander and the instructor is: After the research and decision of the party committee of the regiment, each will record a major demerit once.However, on the day when they announced their punishment decision at the cadre meeting of the whole regiment, they saw a miracle together. The thing is that after dinner, the soldiers sat idle on the big playground in groups of three or four, using the village as the boundary.Zhao Lin said to the instructor, today is Saturday, let's go for a walk.The instructor said let's go.They walked side by side, walked out of the barracks, walked along a dry ditch in the field, walked a few miles away, went to the edge of the old course of the Yellow River, boarded a sand dune, looked west, and saw the scene described in the letter written by Xia Xia. Situation: The old course of the Yellow River is full of red sand. In the light of the setting sun, it looks like a river swaying down from a distance, shining with gold and silver.Except for the two of them, the surrounding area was as quiet as a cemetery.Occasionally, vultures fly strangely on the old road.And the other side of the old road seems to be the horizon, and the horizon is also on the other side of the old road.The scenery on the other side of the river written by the summer sunset is all reflected on the horizon under the setting sun.Half a round of red sun, a river, bent old willows, and mountains stacked on top of each other, all the scenery comes from the changing white clouds under the setting sun.Zhao Lin and the instructor stood upright on the sand dunes, staring obsessively at the sunset on the horizon. The sound of thumping water, smelling the breath of river algae.Zhao Lin said that Xia Sunset had been here.The instructor said it must have been here.Zhao Lin said he was seventeen years old this year.The instructor said that he would not commit suicide when he was older.Zhao Lin said, Lao Gao, do you think Xia Sunset's death has anything to do with us?The instructor was slightly taken aback.Sit on the sand, grab a handful of fine sand and let it flow out between your fingers, and say, "I don't think it has anything to do with us."

Zhao Lin also sat down, facing the setting sun.Said: "I also think it has nothing to do with us." Then, they fell silent without saying a word.The fine sand and cotton in the old course of the Yellow River are generally comfortable, and the warmth left by the sun radiates outward, soaking their bodies.The setting sun on the other side of the old road is golden and blood red, half in the sky, and half sinking into the ground, like sinking into a river full of sand.They lay so comfortably, as if floating freely on water.The surface of the water is calm and warm, and the setting sun shone on their faces and bodies, as if they were gently stroking, the itchy muscles and bones relaxed, and the warmth of the sand and the setting sun flowed from the upper and lower bodies into the cracks in the bones.There are few willow trees in the distance, the leaves have been withered, and the remaining branches are slightly swaying in the eyes.On the fine sandy ground of the old road wrinkled by the wind, the waves go to the distance, until they reach the sunset.

The instructor said Lao Zhao, why did you say that the regiment decided to withdraw the fourth company and keep our third company?The company commander thought about it, and said it was because our third company was a Red Army company. That's secondary, let's explain it to the instructor. In order to keep the third company, I sent a material to the superiors, and the fourth company was not very good.That's a piece of black material, and right now I feel quite sorry for Silian.I'm sorry, the company commander said that the head of the regiment came from our third company. He knew that our third company had made great contributions in opposing "mopping up", "clearing the countryside" and "restricting" during the War of Resistance Against Japan, and participated in East China , Central Plains War; footprints traveled all over Jiangsu, Shandong, Henan, Anhui, Hebei, Zhejiang and other provinces, his grandmother's Subei, Lunan, Laiwu, Menglianggu, East Henan, Huaihai, crossing the river and liberating Shanghai, resisting US aggression and aiding Korea, fighting back in self-defense , Do you think it is less than our three consecutive games?Pennants are hung all over the room of honor. Wouldn't it be a pity to withdraw him?On the one hand, the instructor said that I wrote the four companies throwing pigs, fighting, team disputes, driving and injuring people, and joining the party by giving gifts. , withdrew four companies.You did it to Lao Gao, the company commander said, if you don’t withdraw their fourth company, we will withdraw from our third company.

The instructor let out a long sigh. "The problem is that the fourth company commander has to change jobs this year." The company commander said: "He is a city man, he wants to go." The instructor said: "His wife flew with someone, and he doesn't want to turn around." The company commander was silent for a while, saying that the past is over, people always remember the past and live uncomfortable, you look at the sunset.The instructor looked out along the company commander's fingers, and suddenly saw that the sun had sunk into the dry yellow water for two-thirds, revealing a round cap, like molten iron that was about to be boiled, and it seemed to flow but not flow, like a beach.The river water under the setting sun seems to be constantly rising and falling; the layered clouds and mountains, dyed bright red, fall on the river bank.The sandy land near the old course of the Yellow River turns a light red in the setting sun, which scalds people's eyes.In the distance, a hare hurried past them and disappeared into the sandy land with no edge.Then, there is that moment of tranquility at the end of the day and the peace of a scene that has never been seen before.In this kind of silence, the warmth soaks in people's hearts, making people feel that there is no room for half-stars and black spots in the bottom of their hearts, making people feel that there is no big deal in the world.The boundless river turbulent under the setting sun, and the silent message flows through people's hearts, seeming to wash away the troubles of the world.

With the setting sun reflected on the instructor's face, he remained silent for a while. Zhao Lin said, "Grandma, watching the sunset here is very relaxing." The instructor said: "What can you think about?" Zhao Lin said, "I said Xia Sunset." The instructor said: "Yes, the matter is over, don't mention it again." Zhao Lin said, "I didn't expect that elementary school teacher to be so reasonable." The instructor said: "I didn't expect that either." Zhao Lin said: "He should at least ask the army for an extra 1,000 yuan for the funeral."

The instructor said: "When things happen in the world, I'm afraid I can think about it." Zhao Lin said: "Maybe his family is not short of money." The instructor said; "The second and third children in his family are all self-employed." Zhao Lin turned over and grabbed a small stone from the fine sand.He threw the stone towards the setting sun. The stone was like a golden ball, glowing in the sunlight, and fell silently onto the sand. "My wife has a letter today." The instructor stares at a bird flying from a distance. "No letter from my wife."

Zhao Lin threw another stone out. "There's nothing good about the letter." The bird flew away from the instructor's eyes. "Are you asking for money?" Zhao Lin looked at the purple sky. "I want a TV. I promise to buy him a TV at the end of the year and take it home." The instructor turned over and looked at Zhao Lin's face. "Buy a black and white one first." "The original promise was black and white." "No, take the black and white of the company back first." "No, I've already saved more than three hundred yuan."

"The company can't use it, there are color TVs." "The influence is not good." "No one will know." "It's amazing to know." "You give some money symbolically." "How much?" "If you have three hundred or five hundred, you can do without thirty or fifty." "Let the branch research and study, and make a better price." "I'm the secretary, so I'll do what I say." "Give me a hundred dollars." "Not worth that much." "ninety?" "Your old Zhao is very generous."

"Then eighty yuan." "Fifty yuan. You can take it back when someone comes home." "It's not good old Gao. The fighters will know." "I, Gao Baoxin, have been an instructor for nearly a year, and I'm about to change jobs. I can't always have the final say on the branch. I'm the secretary of the Sanlian Party branch. If you pay 50 yuan, I will bear it if something goes wrong." Zhao Lin sat up, rubbed his eyes at the setting sun, and looked around the fields. The emptiness and silence were boundless.There was no wind, and they stayed like this, as if they had passed away.

"Old Gao," Zhao Lin said, "do you still have nightmares while sleeping?" "Sometimes." "You shouldn't be leaving, you should stay and get a higher position." "You know, I sent the job change report a few days ago." "To whom?" "political commissar." "Will the political commissar change jobs this year?" "He still wants to stay and try to get a job." "You take back the job change report." "It's delivered, how can you take it?" "Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart, Lao Gao, do you suddenly find it boring to stay in the army because of that newspaper clipping?"

"That newspaper clipping keeps me dreaming of the bloody head of the platoon leader." "Isn't it better now?" "It's better to leave the confinement room and sleep." "That's it, I'm going to get your job change report back." "what do you say?" "I told you to change jobs and I will go too." "What if we get into trouble and agree to change jobs together?" "No way?" "Xia Sunset is dead after all." "Then what do you say?" "Forget it... let's go." "You are wrong, Lao Gao. We have reconciled with Vietnam, and there will be no more wars with other countries. There will be no wars in our life. If there is no war, we should stay in the army. Especially like you .” "Later I also thought of this layer." "Thinking of this, why do you still think of blood brains?" "Damn it, that cabin is killing my nerves." "Find a way to stay in the army for another year or two." "Stay here because I'm afraid I won't be able to get transferred." "You come forward and let the seventh squad leader drive a car next year, and then transfer him to a volunteer. After all, he is the nephew of the political commissar of the regiment." "It's also a way... The most urgent thing is to get back the job change report." "Your boss is so familiar with the agency, there's nothing you can do about it?" "It's best to let the people from Sanlian ask for it." "Who is going?" "Soldiers." "To petition?" "right." "That's right. I'll mobilize the soldiers, go to ten or twenty core party members, and unanimously ask the regiment party committee to withhold your job transfer report, saying that Sanlian cannot do without you." "Old Zhao..." "Say." "There's nothing to say, I just hope that you will get out the household registrations of your sister-in-law and nieces one day soon." "I'm as satisfied as Xia Sunset when I get it out. What do you think we enlisted from the countryside? Letting our wives and children go to the toilet and use toilet paper is not enough for this life." Saying this, Zhao Lin suddenly stood up from the ground with a heartbroken heart.The instructor said no more about Lao Zhao, it was time to go back to the barracks.They both patted the dust on their bodies, and took a last look at the sunset over the old road.At this moment, the setting sun is over, only the last smear of red is faint on the old road, and the yellow light on the horizon is also beginning to be thinly dark.Just like the scenery written by the summer sunset, only the vastness and silence remain. They went back to the barracks side by side.Dusk followed. From November 13, 1991 to November 20, 1991 in Kaifeng