Zhang Wen'an jumped all over when he heard the loud bugle sound in a daze.His eyelids are so heavy that he can't open them, but he knows in his heart that this person who is blowing hotly and non-stop is the emergency call. More than three years of living habits have developed his ability: half asleep, half awake, even snoring, he can put on clothes.Just halfway through putting on, he suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, the paper window was pale, but the sound of the trumpet was still ringing in his ears.He stayed there for a while, then laughed to himself, and said in a low voice, "Bah! Dreaming!"

The drowsiness was driven away, he leaned on the bed, staring blankly, he seemed to have lost the ability to think for a while, and it seemed that there were countless things of different sizes trying to squeeze into his mind, and he couldn't help it. Lord; but gradually, these things of different sizes and scrambling to be the first grow a head from the crowd, so Zhang Wen'an regained his thinking ability, and he really woke up at this time.He recalled the dream just now. Half a month ago, he hesitated for a long time because of a lump disease that the military doctors could not cure, and finally asked the division commander for a long vacation to leave the division headquarters where he had served for more than three years, and leave the place where the enemy and us are intertwined, and fierce battles may occur at any time. The × theater.When he first entered the division headquarters, he was a clerk sergeant, but now that he left, he was already a clerk captain.He got a leave note, got a thousand yuan in money, and got another thousand yuan from the teacher, saying it was for him to buy medicine.On the night before he left, his colleagues pooled their share to make some simple food and drinks for him to see him off.But just as he was drinking, suddenly, the emergency call was blew.This was a common occurrence, but at that time, several colleagues were moved and felt sorry for him, fearing that he would not be able to leave the next day.Later, I found out that it was all right, and I was glad for him.He was also very excited at the time. He, who is usually not good at expressing himself, said excitedly at this time: "If there is a battle, it doesn't matter if I don't go back. I will live and die with everyone again!"

Now that he was home, for some reason, the last emergency call he encountered in the division headquarters broke into his dream soul on the first night at home. Like chickens that were suddenly frightened and scattered to hide, one by one slowly came out of the corner one by one, and the program of the dream also floated up in his memory piecemeal.This is panic and joy, bitterness and sweetness, past and future, reality and dreams, mixed together.With his eyes closed, he seemed to be back in a dream again: he bought a cow by surprise and brought it home, giving the two old people an indescribable surprise, just like he walked into the house by surprise yesterday evening; When the father smiled and patted the cow on the shoulder, the emergency assembly call suddenly sounded, so the cow in the dream of the future disappeared, and the comrades in the army in the past reality jumped out. ...

Zhang Wen'an opened his mouth and laughed silently. Although it was a dream, his heart was still sweet.When he came back, he was always thinking about what to do with the few coins that were tightly sewn in his close pockets.When the teacher gave the thousand yuan, he sincerely told him: Don't spend it recklessly, go home and buy medicine to take care of your body.He was so moved that he almost shed tears. He replied sincerely: "Report to the teacher: I will definitely obey the instructions of the teacher. The body is the first, and the body is our biggest and most important capital!" With new ideas, he still obeys the teacher's instruction of "body first", but he is more confident that he only needs to rest for a period of time for his pimple disease, eat more meat, at least like the unhealthy person. The military doctor who loves to talk more said that if you eat more eggs, you will be fine; he thinks he should save this thousand yuan to honor his parents, and let them use this thousand yuan to do something more cost-effective.But what will the parents do with the thousand dollars?On this point, it took him more than half of the half-month journey to think about it.He knew what his mother was thinking: repair the house and find him a wife.As for my father, he had wanted to buy a cow for a long time. Since his family lost the strong Hua Niu during the last civil war, my father tried to raise funds several times to buy another cow, but all failed.He expected that his parents would have a dispute because of this, and in the end, his father would definitely say, "Wen'er, the teacher bought you medicine, you must not disappoint his kindness." For a whole week, when he was idle on the road, he He was always reaching out and secretly touching the stack of banknotes in his close pocket while thinking about how to solve this problem.Later, he finally came up with a very ingenious way: he would not reveal that he had such a bet of money, and when he got home to rest for a day, he would buy a cow behind his back and bring it home himself, giving his parents a sudden surprise .

The more Zhang Wen'an thought about it, the happier he became. A beautiful ox appeared in front of his eyes. Its eyes were wide open, its mouth twisted, and its front hooves were kneeling, lying there leisurely. Zhang Wen'an couldn't help laughing again: this time he laughed out loud, and the laughter shattered his dreams. He looked up and saw that the paper window was already dyed bright pink.The rooster next door is crowing vigorously.There were already noises in the parents' room next door, the father was coughing, and the mother was pouring something into the basket. Zhang Wen'an also got up, put on his clothes, buttoned up his clothes, and at the same time, he planned how to go to the town to find the familiar old father Dong, and how to carry out the secret and important event of his dream. "Perhaps the money is not enough," he thought worriedly, but he immediately consoled himself, "it's not too bad. Fortunately, there's still some money left over for the travel expenses. This should be enough." He touched the stack of bills in his close pocket, and a smug smile floated across his face.