Jan. 18 at 2 a.m.......

Ye Boxuan was lying on the shelf bed in the single dormitory, and in the dark, his eyes were staring directly at the roof of the shed.

What kind of dream he had, he had forgotten.

He only remembered the feeling, the suffocation that was suppressed in his heart.

He fell into contemplation, in the spiritual world of an idealist......

Half an hour later, Ye Boxuan, who had finished washing, straightened his military hat in front of the mirror, fastened the discipline button, and opened the door of the dormitory.

Zhai Yuanfang stood up and looked at Ye Boxuan.

"Morning!"

Zhai Yuanfang nodded meaningfully: "Commander, it's really early now." ”

Ye Boxuan didn't seem to understand the words of political commissar Zhai Yuanfang, he swept past Zhai Yuanfang and walked in the corridor with a big walk.

"Commander, it's been too long since the large-scale training camp. From June of '78 to today's 79, the whole regiment is endless! ”

"Commander, I'm the political commissar! My opinion, should you listen to it? ”

This is the first time that Zhai Yuanfang has had a disagreement with Ye Boxuan, and it is also the first time that he has expressed his suggestion with such an attitude.

"Blow the trumpet! Out of the number! Emergency Gathering Number! ”

Speaking loudly, Ye Boxuan refused Zhai Yuanfang with his excited voice.

After nearly ten years of partners, one was indomitable to continue to walk forward in the morning light, and the other took a deep breath and retreated.

Zhai Yuanfang stood in front of the soldiers and behind Ye Boxuan, if something went wrong with the high-intensity training, he and Ye Boxuan would bear it together, and they would be lost in the years of moving forward silently.

……

On January 22, only five days before Chinese New Year's Eve, Ye Boxuan drove back to Kyoto.

He used to look forward to going home. In the past, he missed the summer, the children, and his parents with all his heart.

The speed of the car was an indication of how desperate he was to go home, but this time it was different.

"I'm looking for my father."

The confidential secretary looked embarrassed: "Shouzhang is meeting." ”

Three officers walked out of their offices one after another. Ye Boxuan saluted, and the three of them nodded.

When the end of the hallway is about to turn a corner. One of the middle-aged leaders with the rank of colonel looked back at Ye Boxuan and shook his head as he walked.

"Can I go in?"

"I'm sorry, Captain Ye. Shouzhang was answering the phone. ”

Ye Boxuan had a handsome face, ignoring the confidential secretary's signal to wait in the small living room, and he stood in front of Ye Zhiqing's office door with his back straight.

Ye Zhiqing hung up the phone, let out a long sigh, and waved his hand at the confidential secretary.

He didn't want to see Ye Boxuan at this time, but he understood that it was his stubborn son. If he hadn't summoned him, he would have been able to stand outside for the night.

"Dad, when?"

Ye Zhiqing looked down at the documents in his hand, and replied without raising his head:

"It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders."

"Yes! The combat training of our regiment before and after the year, please give it a clear indication from the leadership! ”

Ye Zhiqing sneered, picked up the teacup and moistened his throat:

"Skip the level and ask for guidance! Hum! You should know, this is the General Staff Officer, and I am not in the Kyoto Military Region! ”

Regarding the recent training volume of the 142nd Regiment, Ye Zhiqing has not heard of it! The more you know, the more detailed. Ye Zhiqing felt that his son was not up to the task!

After the actual combat exercise, Ye Zhiqing's heart has been anxious with two emotions, pride and disappointment.

Ye Boxuan pursed his lips stiffly, and the fire bubbles at the corners of his mouth burst. The yellow water and blood in the bubble flowed down to the chin.

He stood in front of Ye Zhiqing unconsciously, but Ye Zhiqing frowned.

When the father compromised: "Since you are here as my son, should you go home and see?" Don't look at your grandfather, grandfather, and your mother. Isn't it time to look at your sons and daughters, your wives? ”

The perseverance between Ye Boxuan's eyebrows can be seen at a glance:

"Dad! I just want to know if there is a group of us? You're already for the third time! Answer me for the third time! Do you have anything else to say? ”

Ye Zhiqing slammed his fists on the desk and stood up suddenly:

"Ye Boxuan! Who are you talking to! I am your leader. You don't have the right to know any of the decisions made above! I am not obliged to inform you, the head of the regiment! Call me Dad, and you and I will be able to separate public and private? Licentious! ”

Ye Boxuan's eyes were red. He roared, he had only rebelled for the first time in his life when he was thirty years old, he didn't want to reason with his father, he was carried away by the need to know the answer:

"I just want to know, if there is any! Don't drag! Don't drag! ”

"Nope!" Ye Zhiqing was also stunned by his son's anger. Always be prepared! This is the fate of soldiers.

Ye Zhiqing quickly adjusted his mood in a few seconds, and turned his back in Ye Boxuan's disappointed eyes. Calmly informed:

"Listen to the command at all times. The 142nd Regiment was in the north in case of various contingencies. The most important thing, as the ...... of the garrison"

Ye Boxuan smiled, and with a smile cut off the unfinished words of Ye Zhiqing, a leader who was many levels higher than him:

"The battle flag of the 142nd Regiment is dyed red with the blood of the martyrs, and its predecessor is called the Hero Regiment!

The 142nd Regiment can win battles and have a good style, and the elite regiment that is famous throughout the country is just a garrison? Garrison?!

Why are we going to a real combat exercise? We had a nice turnaround......"

A folder smashed into Ye Boxuan's shoulder with lightning speed.

This time, Ye Zhiqing couldn't suppress his emotions anymore: "It's crazy!" You Ye Boxuan is crazy! Good! Good!

On behalf of the 142nd Regiment, please Ying? You're just a regimental leader! You don't represent anyone!

Ye Boxuan, this time I will spare you, and the next time you say these arrogant words in front of me, I will confine you! Get the hell out of here! Xiao Liu?! ”

The confidential secretary had already slipped into the corridor with a sweat, guarded the office door, and helped the leader stand guard. At this time, when he heard Ye Zhiqing calling him, he could only show up.

scattered folders; a broken inkwell; Ye Boxuan, who does not dodge or dodge; The embarrassing scene of the father and son fighting with their eyes......

"Captain Ye? Please!" Xiao Liu bent down and motioned for Ye Boxuan to leave.

Ye Zhiqing looked at his stubborn son, counted ten seconds silently in his heart, turned his back and calmly ordered again: "Xiao Liu, send him to the confinement room." ”

What impact? What is the fear of others spreading falsehood? It's all! Straightening out Ye Boxuan's donkey's temper is the most important thing to do now! is so arrogant that he forgets the word calm, then he should be sober!

The Kyoto Military Region learned that its commander was imprisoned;

Tong Haoran, who was listening to the news of the 142nd Regiment during the training, also heard the rumors;

Pei Bing, who accompanied his grandfather to eat fried noodles, heard his grandfather talk about Ye Boxuan's "deeds".

Six hours later, Summer sat in front of Song Yaping and wiped her tears:

"Mom, Ye Boxuan has been an honor student and a top soldier since he was a child, and he has always been a leader, and he also loves face, so he was locked up by my father...... He'd rather die than die, please make a mistake? ”

Song Yaping slapped the coffee table angrily: "Summer! You've got enough! Was he on his first day in the army? Let him take a breath and have to rest, and standing up is standing upright! Don't mess with me, I won't come forward! "Her old face, her husband and son can make trouble outside, can't she go home and talk about something?

Summer went to the kitchen with red and swollen eyes, Ye Boting sighed, and silently accompanied Xia Xia to wrap dumplings for his brother. (To be continued.) )