One day three years ago, Zhang Yan discovered his interest in writing novels, and since then he has an unstable job, some people say that this is a hobby, but Zhang Yan regards it as a career. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Every morning after getting up and looking at the sky outside in a daze, occasionally a trace of inspiration will be excited for a long time, and then run to the computer to type it out as fast as possible, this is Zhang Yan's life, to put it mildly, it sounds like a full-time contract writer, but in fact, he is an unemployed vagrant.

Zhang Yan always felt that he was very tired, and he always had something unspeakable in his heart, and he often looked at the sky alone in the dark night in a daze, and later he knew that that kind of thing was called loneliness.

People say that loneliness is not bitter, but he thinks it is loneliness and does not cry.

Stay alone in a quiet room, staring at a familiar computer screen, chatting with strange and familiar friends about this nonsense life.

The cold wind outside the window, not a single bird can be seen flying by, and a dead poplar tree outside the courtyard wall is slowly falling its last yellow leaves, maybe it is in its own way to meet the gloom of this cold winter.

When the warm sun rises, Zhang Yan will sit at the window near the window and enjoy the rare warmth!

A honeycomb was set up in the corner of the wall, and he chose the safest way for himself to shoot him to death without knowing anything about bees!

The two bees that broke into the room were killed by Zhang Yan with a fly swatter, and there were no 'smuggling' bees in his window, perhaps it was the mournful cry of those dead bees that left a signal for his companions, of course, this was his own conjecture.

Zhang Yan never watched the animal world because he was really not interested.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the familiar rallying cry again!

"Did you hear it wrong?"

When he heard that the bee's tail needle was poisonous, he thought that he was delusional after being pricked, so he was so frightened that he hurried to look for those undetectable wounds on his body, but he was disappointed, and there was no trace of the bee sting himself.

The sound of the rallying horn became more and more distinct, and he was sure that he had heard correctly! Could it be a TV series on the computer or a prank made by some god in the group?

The sound of the assembly horn kept ringing, Zhang Yan followed the sound step by step, walked out of the room, walked up the stairs, the sound became louder and louder, and he finally determined that the source of the sound was upstairs!

The upstairs is unoccupied, how did it come out? As his footsteps approached, he finally found the source of the sound that was bothering him, the sound coming from a black suitcase.

He seems to have forgotten about this box, and the black box still has a familiar label on it: one row and one shift, Zhang Yan.

The corners of the box have been broken, and a reel at the bottom has been torn off by Zhang Yan with brute force many years ago, and it seems that the memory that has disappeared for a long time is slowly recovering, and his movements are very skillful, so skilled that he reminds him of the term 'muscle reaction', and these sudden objects and memories seem to belong to him originally, but they are sealed by themselves.

Lifting the clothes and miscellaneous small items in the box, Zhang Yan found the mobile phone with a flashing screen in the corner of the box.

A very old button phone, which has been extinct over the years.

A 12-digit landline phone number from that strange and familiar place in his memory! Seeing this number, Zhang Yan's brain suddenly went blank, and his fingers mechanically pressed the call button, and a strange man's voice came out.

"Tell me your name, unit number, and position"

"Zhang Yan, a soldier of the 83rd detachment of the Longyan Brigade, and an instructor of the teaching team."

"Check it right! Zhang Yan! ”

"Here!"

"If there is a war!"

"Recall!"

"Remember your vows! Very good, remember the words of the chief? ”

"Keep your mission in mind and be willing to be an unsung hero!"

"Command!"

His head was still a little dazed, but his body was naturally upright! It was as if he had repeated it a thousand times, making him a part of his life.

"The officers and men of the original Longyan Brigade will return to the unit within three days from the date they receive the order!"

"Yes!"

There was a busy sound of 'doodoo' on the other end of the phone, Zhang Yan knew that the other party had hung up the phone, but his hand was still raised, and his brain was still blank.

Slowly put down the mobile phone in his hand, looking at the unfamiliar keyboard buttons, many things that had disappeared for a long time in Zhang Yan's life slowly emerged.

He's out of the army!

It's been four years!

He is still a reserve of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, and this mobile phone number is the contact information left in the army in the year of discharge, which has not changed, and has always been turned on!

Zhang Yan squatted down and looked at the box that had been opened, touching the label with his own avatar, everything was like an old dream yesterday, his dream finally woke up, and a phone call was going to pull him into a dream again.

The box is his rear trunk (the troops are divided into backpacks, carrying bags, and rear bags. There are also combat backpacks and carrying bags for military exercises, and the rear boxes are what every officer and soldier leaves in the troops. There was an olive-green winter suit in it, which he wore on the day he was discharged from the army.

Black socks, a green sweater, and even a blue trousers, that's what he brought back, and it's also a memory of two years of military service.

In the other corner of the box, there were two photo albums, and when I opened a photo album sealed with plastic sheets, a damp musty smell came to my face, and there were not many photos inside, because the army had this requirement to prevent leakage.

The other album was left over from the time it was given to the veteran, and some rough paper album boxes fell apart as soon as they were opened.

When I opened this book, there were no photos in it, just a sentence of cherishment and blessing when the veterans left.

Zhang Yan carefully put the phone back in the corner of the box, covered it with a soft sweater, took out the set of musty winter clothes, sealed the box, and went back to his room down the stairs.

The avatar of the author's group message notification is still flashing, he knows, it's a certain god who is posting the payroll, he wants to click on the payslip that makes him envious, but the mouse in his hand directly closes QQ.

Zhang Yan's life is no longer under his control, and he does what he doesn't want to do mechanically.

He could only smile wryly, looking at his familiar home with a hint of greed, and he wanted to rummage through every corner of the house, just to remember the familiar smell of home.

With only three days to prepare, he could not even say what he was going to do, because from the moment he received the order, he was already a fighter!

"If the motherland needs it, I will move forward, waiting for the call at any time, and then go to the battlefield to kill the enemy."