I'll have to make it clear first.

Every word written in the back is my.

I'm a codeword person who makes a living, at least for now, and I plan to do so in the future.

If I don't write it, or if I write it and no one reads it, it means that I will sleep hungry and sleep on the road with hunger and cold, and other unthinkable stories will happen......

So, I can only talk nonsense, and I hope someone will like my.

Let's put it this way!

If anyone takes these real things I wrote down as a real thing, I will immediately carry my luggage and bring dishes and chopsticks to your house to eat and live!

You cut off my meal, you know?

Alright, the scene is over!

Let's start!

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How did I become a soldier?

I don't even remember it myself.

So, when I happened to bump into my lovely instructor and his even more lovely daughter-in-law on the street, I almost thought of them as those ninth-rate liars who met people on the street and said that they couldn't go home if they lost their ticket money, and that they needed donations from well-wishers!

At that time, my instructor, who was twenty years older than me, was behind me like one of those ninth-rate liars, and called out to me in a very uncertain, and obviously devoid voice: "Bald, is that your boy?" ”

I turned around and stared at my instructor for a minute.

Is that still my instructor?

My instructor, a Henan man. Shrewd but absolutely kind-hearted, walking like a pile, speaking in a tone and the tune of an idea of Henan Opera, he can definitely stand on a stage with Xiao Xiangyu and get a full house!

But now, my instructor has changed!

The thin one was no longer human, and he looked at me so carefully, and next to him was his daughter-in-law, who was also cautious, and looked at me so fixedly.

I don't know what's wrong......

Anyway, I hugged my instructor and yelled in a voice like a shouter: "Instructor, ......"

I couldn't speak anymore.

I just feel sour.

My instructor is such a tough man!

It's only been a few years, and my instructor has actually become like this, even the sharp light in his eyes has disappeared, and he has been replaced with the vicissitudes of life and the indifference of surveying everything for no reason.

My tears were coming down my face!

I am Chinese New Year's Eve and I have not shed many tears since I was sensible, especially as an adult.

What is it bad to do when you have something to carry and suffer, and what to do when you cry?

Back then, there were a few backs and goings in the rain of bullets, and there were also people who drank tea in the living room of Lord Yama......

I'm hard-hearted!

But when I hugged my instructor, I couldn't hold back the tears.

So, on the evening of this weekend, on the side of the busiest street in the city where I live, a man of almost sixty years old and a man of thirty-four years old hugged each other, and they both hugged each other vigorously!

And I'm still crying.

Next to me was the instructor's daughter-in-law, the woman I called my sister-in-law.

My sister-in-law just looked at me.

Just like when I first saw me, when my sister-in-law handed me a bowl of sweet soup called by Henan people, my sister-in-law's eyes were also the humility and obedience unique to women from this kind of villager's family, as well as the kind of desperate effort to support the scene for their man.

Therefore, if you marry a daughter-in-law, it is better to be a daughter-in-law in Henan.

Be kind, know that it hurts.

Moreover, marry a chicken with a chicken and marry a dog with a dog. Even if you go out to ask for food, the first bite is for your own men and children to eat first.

, what the hell is going on......

Hold me and watch me cry, the instructor suddenly said to me bald, you kid, are you crying? I remember that your kid had a few broken bones back then, and your kid was all ruffian, and you didn't cry.

You've only been out for a few years, how did you become a?

Maybe he saw me crying, and the instructor was uncomfortable, so he pushed me away suddenly, and roared in a low voice, saying bald, you ** hair, you stand up for me!

I subconsciously stood upright, I looked at the instructor, and the kind of light I was familiar with appeared in my eyes, and that look was, as the Hunan saying goes, that is, the tiger will not die.

I was even more sure that this was my instructor, my instructor who was extremely brave.

The street lights are on, and it's time to eat. I found a clean small restaurant, and without saying anything, I asked the boss to get a box of liquor to prepare first.

The instructor is massive, I remember that when I was sent out of the army, the six of us drank two boxes of Ili Tequ and a box of rose-flavored wine, and finally Xinjiang beer to rinse my mouth, as for how much I drank, I don't remember much......

Anyway, I remember that it was the instructor who threw me back, and along the way, the two of them hooked their shoulders and cried wolf, as if they also bumped into our political commissar and the head of the regiment who came out to check the sentry, and the two of us actually knew that we had to stand up and salute, but our legs trembled and our arms couldn't lift up......

Seeing me shouting and serving food and wine, my sister-in-law stopped me and said that I can't ask the instructor to drink, this time I just can't have a stomach, I want to find a better hospital to diagnose whether it is stomach cancer?

The instructor glared at her, and the sister-in-law didn't say anything, but looked at the instructor with the kind of eyes that made people break their hearts into eight pieces.

The instructor sighed and said No, don't drink, let's eat and talk, but bald, you kid has to drink, Lao Tzu can't drink, can't you make Lao Tzu addicted?

I looked at the thin instructor without a human form, and I felt that my heart was suddenly empty!

I grew up in the hospital, and I know what it looks like to have cancer in the middle and advanced stages!

I poured wine into my throat one by one, not drinking, but pouring!

The instructor laughed and said, "You fucking bald head or this **Mao Dexing, in the end, is it a soldier brought out by Lao Tzu, do you still remember the **Mao look like when you first became a soldier?

I hurriedly poured another glass into my mouth, pointed to the lid of an iron-shelled kettle next to me and said, Can I remember, the first glass of wine back then was on the train, the instructor rewarded you with a full thermo lid, Jian Nanchun almost didn't get me drunk to death!

The instructor laughed and said, "You kid was a bald head back then, why are you still a bald head now, and you don't want to be a soldier, are you going back to singing?" You're fucking in your thirties, and you're also learning from other people's little hairy children to catch up with the trend and learn the avant-garde?

I can only laugh and say, instructor, I don't forget my roots, plus my smart head doesn't grow hair, you see I'm very smart......

The instructor slapped the table hard and said, bald, bald, you are famous for this fucking bald head......

I couldn't say anything, I just poured it into my mouth!

At that time, there were three bald heads in our regiment.

One group leader, one instructor, and one me.

Very **, three bald heads!

Back then, the three bald heads drank together, and they all drank like this.

Pour it down your throat!

Why is this wine so bitter? Still a little salty?

Why am I crying again......

Maybe watching me shed tears again, right? The instructor still held up the cup.

I was bored, so I got drunk quickly, and I was very drunk. So the instructor had no choice but to drag me back to the guest house where he lived, and the two of us once again staged a good show of hooking up on the street and crying wolf.

Later, I heard from my sister-in-law that there were a few idlers on the street at that time who watched our two old men drink too much and howl military songs, and they were pointing and laughing beside them.

Then the instructor and I staggered all the way over, talked to the idlers very casually, and then left, regardless of the idlers lying on the ground humming as if it was a difficult birth......

Luckily, I was drunk, so the next day I was able to take the instructor to several famous hospitals. Relying on my mother's connections and face in the health system, I did the instructor's inspection as soon as I was shouted by my uncle, aunt, sister and brother.

The instructor is quite good-looking and quite strong, and it is already his bottom line to let me lead him to the hospital. So I didn't pay for the inspection for the instructor, and I watched my sister-in-law count the bills one by one from the almost worn wallet.

I knew that the instructor didn't have a lot of money.

I said, instructor, if you give your recruits a face, you will live in my house. You have all arrived at my one-third of an acre of land, you still live in a guest house, you just look down on me, I will see my brothers in the future, I can't raise my head and be a man.

The instructor nodded and said that it was okay or not, and there was no time for the miasma in the guest house to be clean. Go to your house and get me some flour, I want to eat the noodles rolled out by my wife.

I stayed with my instructor for seven days, and every day I ate the sweet soup of hand-rolled noodles made by my sister-in-law. The instructor's stomach is no longer working, so he can only eat soft pasta.

Others, even the delicacies of the mountains and seas can't be eaten.

Every day we just talk about the ideas in the old army.

Sometimes we laughed, sometimes cried, sometimes sighed, sometimes scolded our mother, and sometimes the two of us just made a bunch of war movies, especially those that depicted special forces operations, and we watched them in the dark, just like we used to find fault with combat materials.

And in the end, I really can't watch it, and I don't dare to watch it!

Especially those domestic SWAT films and the like, they even asked the instructor to throw them into the trash, and then said that if the director of the film really dared to go to the SWAT team, it is estimated that he could call the brothers of the SWAT team to strangle him to death!

Does he really dare to follow his own train of thought? That's simply ruining the image of the ** master!

If the Chinese special police and special forces are the virtue on TV, then there is no need to pull them out on the battlefield to see their skills!

Just jump off the building!

Seven days passed quickly, and I got up early in the morning and rushed to the hospital to get the test results. I went to three hospitals, I took a dozen test sheets, and I sat on the hospital chair and I cried again!

I bought a train ticket to send the instructor home, I quietly stuffed some money in my sister-in-law's luggage, I knew the instructor didn't like me to do this, but I had to!

Thankfully, the instructor was not stomach cancer, but just a serious old stomach disease, and he went home to recuperate, pay attention to his diet, and recuperate.

I didn't send the instructor away, and the instructor didn't ask me to send it. We don't like the scene of farewell, the main thing is that we are afraid that we will not be able to hold on to the momentum when the time comes, and the two old men will cry, which is really ugly.

We've cried once. It's that when I retired, the old men who were crowded with people cried and hugged each other, and that time made us all cry and sad.

We don't want to have a second time.

When I was cleaning out my room, I found money stuffed into my sister-in-law's luggage and a slip from the instructor under the TV.

The strip said bald, you are ** hairy, you kid give Lao Tzu this hand, you are still tender. If you kid really have a heart, you can write about our brothers, and you can write it and bring it to Henan. As the days go by, I'm afraid I'll forget the soldiers I led. I don't want to forget them, and I can't forget them.

Aren't you kid quite good at writing checks?

You're just going to write it!

You're a ** hairy!

I just laughed.

Instructor, you forgot that people always grow up. I know you're going to check your sister-in-law's luggage, that's your habit when you go out, but you shouldn't have noticed that there's a little stuff in your face towel, right?

I'm in my thirties, and I'm going to have a lot of ideas!

As for writing about our previous shitty things......

Instructor, didn't I write that?

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