I hit my head on the tombstone, the strong pain woke me up, I looked at the lovely and beautiful photo with a smile on the tombstone, and my tears couldn't help it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Today is her second anniversary memorial day, and every year for the past two years, on this day, I will come to her grave and stay for three days and three nights, telling her stories about the past and her current life.

It was the third day, and I couldn't stay up anymore, and I fell asleep like a beast.

I dreamed that day I was shuttling in the rain of bullets, dreamed of my days in the barracks, dreamed of He Fang, Zhou Ran, Fang Qiming, Liu Zhen, Zhang Lin and many others, and dreamed of the days when I met her.

My fingers ran over her picture, like tears, gently, across her face, and then to the corners of her mouth, bitter, salty.

The wind came, rolled up pieces of fallen leaves, swirled in the air, and fell to the ground again, just like me back then, holding you, my heart swirling in my chest, and then falling forever, never waking up.

Time passed, and at the same time carved a series of annual rings on my face, I gently touched my face, just like her gentle hand caressed my face back then, but there was no longer the tenderness of the time, only roughness.

I don't know when the raindrops fell from the sky, but I didn't know it, I was still sitting next to her, and I put the iron fist in front of the grave? ZJU's brand, washed by the rain at the moment, shows its brilliance back then.

I muttered to myself at the tombstone: Do you remember, that year, we met for the first time, and we were destined for life, that night, you said you were cowardly, scared, I held you and slept in a cat's ear hole all night, the small space was filled with countless warmth, that day, you were in a piece of rubble, regardless of your own safety, bandaged my wounds, that day, you fell beside me, and walked in such a hurry, even before I had time to marry you. Do you know, at that time, for me, it was not you who fell, but a mountain, a piece of sky ....

Ten years of life and death are vast, not thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves have nowhere to talk about desolation, the past is delicate and floating, dusty, sideburns like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, looked at the beautiful woman, and was dressing up. Looking at each other for a long time, there are only a thousand tears. There are only vigils every year, and the rain pours down, and people break their bowels.

I dragged my tired body back home, looking at the empty house, I couldn't help but feel sad, I sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of beer, savored the bitterness and astringency inside, but my eyes looked at the photos on the wall one by one.

Those who were once familiar, those who used to be with me day and night, my comrades-in-arms, my brothers, my women ....

I changed my clothes and walked out of the house, I didn't know where to go, but I didn't want to be alone, I got used to the noisy barracks, and even if I was back here for ten years, I still didn't get used to it.

Walking down the street, looking at a team of armed policemen walking past me with neat steps, I suddenly smiled, laughed so helplessly, laughed so pale, laughed so sadly.

The ringtone of the mobile phone disrupted my thoughts, it was Zhou Ran, he was the only comrade-in-arms who was still in the same city with me now, he was discharged from the army in the second year, I was very envious of his choice back then, there was no pain, no sadness, and no experience of us later.

He has a son who is eight years old, and they always like to hear me tell stories.

We met in a restaurant, looking at me who already had a trace of gray hair, Zhou Ran sighed helplessly, poured me wine, I raised my glass and drank it all, but I was silent.

"It's been two years, haven't you forgotten it", Zhou Ran spoke.

"I won't forget it in twenty years", I smiled wryly and drank it again.

"The past is gone, and the days to come are still going to live, wake up, Lu Xiao, I don't think she will see you like this."

"I'm relieved, I'm awake." I said to Zhou Ran with a smile.

"Life is the most important thing, isn't it," Zhou Ran said.

"Yes, life is the most important thing, but I'm living a good life, haha", I said a little self-deceptively.

"Your material life is indeed very good, but your heart is still sleeping," Zhou Ran said.

"It's okay, it's okay", I don't know how to answer.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore, you still have my brother", Zhou Ran sat next to me with a wine glass and patted me on the shoulder.

A light suddenly flashed in my eyes, yes, I still have brothers, and a group of brothers who were born and died with me, comrades-in-arms.

"Liu Zhen is married", Zhang Ran said again, "yes, did she finally marry herself, hehe", I muttered to myself. "Yes, she married He, but you didn't go, they really want to see you", Zhou Ran said.

I was stunned for a moment, and then said casually, "Maybe they are more suitable, okay, when her child is one year old, I will definitely go."

Zhou Ran was silent for a moment, took out something from his pocket, "This is for you", he said to me, and then put the thing in front of me.

When I looked at it, it was actually that brand, the badge that made my blood boil, Iron Fist? zju！

"You've kept it after all these years," I said.

"Yes, but now, I think, he is better suited to you".

I looked at him, but I didn't say anything again.

"Think of the Iron Fist of the past, but don't live for meaningless memories", these are the words he said to me before leaving.

Zhou Ran left, I haven't seen him again, I staggered out of the hotel, running wildly, letting the rain wash over my almost dead soul.

Sioux City is indeed a rainy city, but it doesn't matter to me anymore.

I came home alone again, picked up her photo, wiped it over and over again, watched it over and over again, "Are you okay in heaven?"

After a farewell, the two hung each other, and at that time they only said three or four days, and they didn't want to be past May and June. The seven emotions have been silent, the eight desolations are difficult to gather, the nine songs are broken, and the ten-mile long pavilion wants to wear it. Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness only complain about the sky. Thousands of miles of love are wirelessly linked, there is no one to lean on the grave, every nine to this burns green smoke, the moon is full in August, the prospect of seven years is reappearing, the six desires have been extinct in the sky, five years of military clothing fingers, everywhere the gods can't sleep at night, three thousand weak water is difficult to wash, if the two meet again in the next life, your life will treat you as you first met.

With the pen down, I folded the paper in half, made a paper airplane, and threw it out of the window, it carried my sorrow, with my thoughts, with my wishes, fluttering into the distance.

I took out the bloodstained handkerchief from my arms, as if I saw her figure on it again, still so wonderful, still so beautiful.

I turned on my computer again and began to record this story, this story of the spirit of the Iron Fist, this story that I could never look at, this girl who haunted me.

With the rapid tapping of the keyboard, my mind was pulled back to that place, the day I took her out of the jungle...