When I was sorting out my clothes at home, I wrote a text-only Weibo with feelings. As follows, this blue jacket was bought in Xi'an by me in xxxx year, and it accompanied me over Huashan and also accompanied me to see the clouds of Huangshan. This black sweater with a flower and bird pattern was bought in Beijing in xxxx year, and I have seen it hiding behind the windshield car and munching on pancakes. This red geometric button coat was bought in Shanghai in xxxx year, and it signed my first big order at the age of 24 with me. This floor-to-ceiling dress with a cut-out back was bought in Beijing in xxxx year, and I have heard the sound of the sea in Beidaihe with me. I don't follow the trend, it's not that I'm maverick and unconventional, but I don't have fashion cells and can't catch up with the trend. So the clothes are not outdated or fashionable, and each one can be worn for many, many years. Every time I pick up a piece of clothing, I can think of it and the story of how I have been through thick and thin. It's kind of wonderful, like a biography, like a movie, like a history book. Of course, you can also say that I am poor. Smiley.

As soon as I posted it, Glory liked it and commented, "Why is your Weibo a GIF?"

Glory is the only acquaintance I have on Weibo, with more than 100 fans and more than 100 zombie advertising accounts. Therefore, some of my self-indulgence, daily small feelings will be seen by glory, if he is willing to come to my homepage to flip through. It's not fair in comparison. Because Glory's Weibo is all forwarded, it has no value. I can't find any grooves in his retweets, either the sand sculpture explodes or is unfathomable, and my generation of Basil people can't even use their expressions. However, because of my lack of knowledge and his knowledge, he can find a groove in every one of my tweets. I remember once I reposted a military propaganda Weibo, the soldier held a steel gun, a sharp knife in his mouth, and commented that the love eye is so handsome, but the glory replied to me, the shutter was pressed here, and the harazi mopped the floor three meters over there... Forcefully show me the destruction of the beautiful nymphomania. I reposted a Weibo of a scientific research icebreaker, and commented thanks to the radar technology, Glory came to dismantle the platform, he commented that in the dense area of sea ice, the fog is larger, and it is better to use radar than to use the 360° scanning monitoring equipment of the ship's thermal imaging... I retweeted a propaganda video of a Tibetan special combat team member rehearsing attacks on terrorists in a residential area and praised him for his imperfection, commenting that the drone detection was not rigorous, and that DJI was flying too close and low at this height in the video. There are so many of them, I won't go into them all. Anyway, my face was smacked.

"You have been deducting your mobile phone, and it will not affect the military appearance and military discipline?"

"I happened to be scrolling through Weibo. The clothes involved in your Weibo are not talented, and every piece in your mind can automatically correspond to your sand sculpture clips. ”

I sent a big speechless emoji, and I remembered that it had just passed New Year's Day, "Do you have a New Year's Day party?"

I remember that Glory told me that they had a party for the New Year, I don't remember whether it was the Spring Festival or New Year's Day, there were singing and dancing and splitting bricks, it can be said that the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and was very lively.

"In the conventional operation, the brothers who split the bricks can find several, and the brothers are all five or six bricks together. ”

The whole person was stunned, "You can't do light work, right?"

"What's that, we'll float on the water and descend the dragon eighteen palms. ”

Through the glorious expression, I knew I was being despised. I didn't explain it anymore, and the light work I said refers to the light work of jumping seven or eight meters between buildings.

"Have you been back lately?"

"Probably not, I guess I'll have a long vacation after the year. ”

"Comrades have worked hard. ”

"Serve the people. ”

"Then I'll wait for the loveliest of them to come back from the fight. ”

"Why do you speak so nicely?"

"Are you shaking M, and you are still not happy to be kind to you?"

"According to the general law and specific practice, when I am healthy, you will not be like a spring breeze. Tell me, do you have a request for me? ”

Glory is right, I really have rarely lived with him so warmly and peacefully, and despite the special work of Glory, we don't see each other much in a year. Maybe it's in response to the three laws of China, the New Year, he's a child, for your good, the first one, the New Year's Day. Because of the New Year and thank God, thank you for my recommendation of He Huan's text message, I also became kind to some unobtrusive guys. In fact, the problem is not mainly with me, but because the glory is too cheap. Only when he was injured and hospitalized, I didn't care about his cheap words, and I could tolerate him, care for him, and forgive him unconditionally.

At that time, Glory was stabbed three times because of the mission. The three knives are very deep, and each one can be fatal if it is a little left or right. I was really frightened that time, even though he had already been transferred to the general ward by the time I saw Glory. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he said to me was, "What are you crying about, I haven't died yet, old man." ”

When he said this, I laughed so hard that my snot bubbled up under my nostrils, "You don't have to go back to basics like this, can you? Even if I don't have sex with you, you can leave me some room for imagination." ”

I embarrassedly blew out the paper and blew off the embarrassing secretions. Unlike the female A, B, C, and D in the movie, my tears are directly proportional to my snot. Until now, I still envy them for having only tears and no nose, and they always cry so beautifully and pitifully. I also want to look good, and the ideal is always good. I was always glorified to witness me when I was at my worst. Compared to the previous ones, this time it is a small thing.

"It's also a hippie smile, and it's not in shape. Do you know that if the knife is a little crooked, it will poke the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys? Do you know how many surgeries you have had yourself? Do you know that you have been given a critical illness notice? If it weren't for Rong Knee's call, I don't know now, how many times have you already walked around the ghost gate. ”

Rong Knee is a glorious comrade-in-arms, and I don't have much contact with him. Rong Knee talked about the whole process of his life on the phone, ignoring the beginning of how Glory was stabbed and fought to the death, from rivers of blood to hours of surgery, from critical illness notices to ICU wards. Rong Knees' language is not vivid, it is a statement of white sketching, but I really understand the meaning of frightening and trembling. I forgot how I hung up the phone and how I got to 306. Everything, the moment I saw Glory's quiet sleeping face, completely collapsed. You don't need to ask about the hospital room sensibly, and you don't need to support your body to walk. The whole figure had a stroke and was spread there motionless. You don't have to think about anything, you don't need to be rational, you don't even have to frown and blink, the tears can fall silently without interruption.

Glory lost a lot of weight, and his withered face screwed all his facial features together, ugly and decadent. But lying on the bed, he was quiet and peaceful, and his eyebrows were flat, as if he didn't feel pain. I wish he had a few frowns and a twitch at the corners of his mouth, so that I could understand that he was a man who had been stabbed three times and had fallen in a pool of blood, not a man who had been starving in the mountains for days and was rescued by a search and rescue team. A person who does not even show pain in his dreams makes it more painful to see it. How difficult it is to lose weight is deeply experienced by obese compatriots. What about muscles, how much pain does it take to lose muscles?

I hate getting sick and dying, even though all people start the cycle of sickness and the countdown to death from birth, and no one is immune. But I curse sickness and death! Because they are blind, unreasonable, deranged, men, women, young and old, good and bad, and they never follow the universal demands of the world to suppress evil and promote good, and good people to live longer.

I can't replace his pain, I can't prescribe surgery and medicine for him. I'm sad for his pain, sad that he doesn't talk about his pain, sad that I can't do anything, like a wasted person.

"You are crying and talking, I can't hear clearly. ”

"I said you turtle bastard, why didn't you tell me to tie a wreath for you when you didn't go to the funeral!"

"Remember to tie me a nice one. ”

The more casual he is, the more he tugs at my heart. It was like severing my aortic blood vessels, causing a lack of blood supply to my brain and severe asphyxia and hypoxia.

"Let me take care of you, okay?"

"Do I dare not agree? If you don't, you're going to flood my ward. ”

In those months, I was running three heads in the ward, and I was thinking of ways to make delicious food for Glory every day. Collected some cross talk commentaries, studied hard at home, and reported performances in the hospital. Because I always go to the hospital after work, I avoid the visitation* area perfectly. And because Glory is a single ward, my performance can be vividly and exaggerated. I know how boring life is in the hospital, so I hope that I can imitate the voice and movements of Teacher Shan Tianfang to make Glory a little happier, and that's all I can do. It was only when he was so defenseless that he smiled too hard and pulled the corners of his mouth, and I found it and covered it lightly. I was angry countless times that he didn't say anything about the pain, and in the end I silently suppressed it because I was reluctant to lose my temper with him. I'm like an inverter air conditioner, no matter what Glory does, I can adjust it myself, forgive, tolerate and finally give love. Later, I banned theatrical performances because I couldn't handle the scale of laughter and laughter, for fear of tearing his wounds. I don't have to memorize cross talk sketches, and I don't have much easier, and I search for new and interesting things and stories every day. The months when Glory was sick gave me back the patience I thought I had never had. It turns out that a villain like me, who must be revenged, can also be soft-spoken and amiable. Ignoring the still cheap style in the glory disease, he achieved a combination of softness and softness, while "rigidity" disappeared.

The next day, I saw Glory's WeChat.

"Why don't you speak, aren't you asleep?"

"Although I'm used to it, I still have to praise you for your talent. ”

I'm a master who can fall asleep at any time, especially when chatting and playing on my phone.