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Lao Ruan patted Zhang Yan's body and put the food box on the table not far away.

Zhang Yan got up from the bed, looked around the room, and then looked out the window, only to find that the sky outside had completely darkened.

"Lao Ruan, thank you for bringing me food."

Zhang Yan was polite to Lao Ruan, then walked to the table and began to eat his own meal.

Lao Ruan sat next to Zhang Yan and began to talk to him: "I don't know if I'm discharged from the army or if you are discharged?" Who is protecting whom? ”

"Ahem, hehe, that, Lao Ruan, maybe next week my brother will roll up with you and get out."

Zhang Yan couldn't help coughing, swallowed two mouthfuls of rice violently, picked up a quilt casually and poured water into his mouth.

"You kid eat slowly, be careful of choking you."

Lao Ruan's words were ruthless enough, but his hand naturally rested on Zhang Yan's back to give him relief.

"It's okay, it's okay to die, it's long overdue."

Zhang Yan continued to eat, and Lao Ruan gave him comfort, but did not speak.

"Lao Ruan, what about the others? Why don't you hear the sound of playing cards? ”

"They all went to the club to watch TV, and they were all old movies that they watched more than a dozen times."

Lao Ruan withdrew the hand that was on Zhang Yan's body, and when he talked about the others, there was a trace of confusion and sadness in his eyes.

Zhang Yan was eating with gusto, he knew that those veterans were watching him sleep, and they were afraid that it would affect him to stay away from this house.

Is this a tacit understanding between comrades-in-arms or an unwritten rule?

Approaching discharge, some people like to be lively and be able to vent their depression, and some people like to be quiet and relieve the troubles of the unknown alone.

Sleeping can forget a lot of things, and living a messy life may not be what these veterans want now?

Zhang Yan knew what Lao Ruan said about the old films, which were all military TV dramas filmed by the army for political propaganda needs in recent years.

Approaching the day of discharge, even a mobile phone is still a luxury for veterans, not that they can't afford it, but they can't use it!

The public phone in the squad is always charging, constantly changing people to call unknown calls from all over the world, and the busiest person in the brigade is not the captain or the political commissar, but the secretary in charge of buying and selling phone cards.

After Zhang Yan finished eating, Lao Ruan left.

Maybe it's like Lao Ruan said, I don't know who is the security officer and who is the retired guy.

Zhang Yan never asked about the condolence group performance again, and Lao Ruan told him that Gao Wei had been busy in the office building, and the day of the condolence performance was set for the 29th.

In the following days, Zhang Yan was ready to spend the next days in a mess like a veteran.

If he hadn't participated in the support mission, he might have been studying with his comrades in the dormitory or writing a diary.

After eating and sleeping every morning, noon, and night, Zhang Yan didn't know how long it had been, until one day Gao Wei ran to the dormitory and pulled him up from the bed, he didn't know that it was the 29th.

"Squad leader, how did you become like this?"

Gao Wei looked at Zhang Yan in front of him in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that this bearded guy would be the fat Zhang Yan.

"What's wrong with me? What are you doing here? Play cards with me? ”

Zhang Yan looked at Gao Wei with an anxious face in a daze, reached out and rubbed his eyes, and pulled out two pieces of black solid.

"Playing a fart card, we're going to gather in a while, and today is the day of the condolence performance."

"Oh, the show is good, the show is good."

Zhang Yan nodded staggeringly, and he was already a little fluttery when he walked.

The corridor outside the house is free of the hustle and bustle of the past, and even the smell of instant noodles that has been wafting for days is gone.

Gao Wei angrily pulled Zhang Yan and ran to the water room, and when he got to the water room, Gao Wei pressed Zhang Yan's head into the pool, turned on the faucet, and the cold water rushed to Zhang Yan's head.

"Wake up the, it's not like you're out of the army, everyone is waiting for you, you wake me up!"

Zhang Yan struggled hard, trying to lift his head out of the pool, but was held down hard by Gao Wei.

When the water flowed into Zhang Yan's neck and Zhang Yan stopped struggling, Gao Wei pulled Zhang Yan up.

"Squad leader, wake up, the troops will be assembled in a while!"

"Collection? Troops? ”

Zhang Yan looked at the person in the mirror with confused eyes, his eyes were sunken, and his beard was unshaven, looking like a homeless man.

"I'm not discharged yet? Why am I still in the army? ”

Zhang Yan muttered to himself, the cold water flowed down his neck into his body, he raised his hand and wiped the mirror in front of him, and the self in the mirror became clearer and clearer.

"Look to the right!"

……

"Stand upright!"

……

"One, two, three, four!"

……

There was an earth-shattering slogan from the playground outside, military boots stepped on the ground, Jin Ge Iron Horse, Zhang Yan seemed to think of something, and his originally listless eyes began to become clear.

"Be loyal to the motherland, loyal to the people!"

Zhang Yan finally straightened up, his eyes were no longer decadent and confused, but full of fighting spirit and pride.

Looking at the sloppy figure in the mirror, Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head with a wry smile.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Who knows what's wrong with you? You've been in a daze since you came back that day, and Lao Ruan has already given you food several times. ”

Gao Wei also noticed the change in Zhang Yan, and finally showed a smile on his face.

"You wait for me, right away."

After Zhang Yan finished speaking, he ran back to the dormitory, and when he returned to the water room, he had an extra towel and a razor in his hand.

After brushing his soaked hair twice and shaving his beard, Zhang Yan became energetic again.

"Squad leader, hurry up, now the troops must already be waiting for the show to start."

"Don't worry!"

Zhang Yan ran back to the dormitory again, while Gao Wei ran directly towards the door of the dormitory building.

Now, both the veterans who are facing discharge from the army and the birds who remain in the team have all gathered in the auditorium, and the condolence performance will begin immediately.

Zhang Yan and Gao Wei entered the auditorium through a small door at the back of the building, where they could go directly to the backstage of the auditorium stage, and Yang Mi and the others hid behind the dark curtain to wait for the performance.

When Zhang Yan arrived at the auditorium, Huang Jianxiang had already stood on the stage and started to warm up, as a professional host, it was not difficult to make the officers and soldiers under the stage laugh.

Zhang Yan hid in the dimly lit backstage and glanced around the audience, and the veterans who were about to be discharged were sitting in the front position.

The cadres of the brigade did not sit in the front, but chose to sit behind the veterans.

After Huang Jianxiang attracted the officers and soldiers for a while, Zhang and his entourage walked onto the stage as the first guest performer.

Six male soldiers who had never met before followed behind Zhang and his entourage, and the performance of singing and dancing instantly made the entire auditorium boil.

"Those dancers should have been transferred from various units, right?" Zhang Yan looked at the performance on the stage, and guessed in his heart.

All the officers and soldiers need an outlet to release their pressure, and this condolence performance is a good opportunity.

After Zhang and his entourage finished the performance, Di Lieba will appear to perform her folk dance.

The officers and soldiers will definitely be very happy when exotic ethnic minority dances and beauties like Di Lieba appear together.

Yang Mi stood beside Zhang Yan and watched the performance on the stage without saying a word, what made Zhang Yan wonder was that Yang Mi and Zhang Xinyi did not change their clothes for the performance.

"Yang Mi, why are you and your second sister still wearing military uniforms?" Zhang Yan asked curiously.

"My second sister and I will perform a sketch. No need to change clothes. ”

"What? You two acting in a sketch? Zhang Yan stared incredulously, as if he didn't know Yang Mi.

"What's wrong with the two of us acting in a sketch? Do you have an opinion? Yang Mi glared at Zhang Yan angrily, left him with a roll of his eyes and turned around and left.

"Can you two act in a sketch? Who's got the bad idea? ”

Seeing Yang Mi leaving, Zhang Yan made up for Yang Mi and Zhang Xinyi's appearance of performing a sketch in his own brain, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally a few times.

Zhang Yixing's praise was very hard, and he walked left and right on the stage for a long time before he walked off the stage out of breath and came behind the scenes.

And the veterans who danced with Zhang and his entourage jumped directly from the stage and disappeared into the crowd.

"Squad leader, are you here?"

Zhang and his entourage saw Zhang Yan, their eyes lit up, and they walked up to say hello.

"Here, you can take a good rest, see how tired you are."

"Well, I'll go and rest, and I'll have another performance later."

Zhang Yixing's words made Zhang Yan stunned, and by the time he reacted, Zhang Yixing had already walked to a remote corner, sat on the ground and began to rest.

The number of people performing was not large, and in order to satisfy the officers and soldiers, Zhang and his entourage decided that each of them would prepare a few more times to extend the time.

The backstage is very small, and in order to facilitate access, the small door leading to the agency building has been open, and the cold wind "swishs" through the backstage, making people feel cold and swishing.

There was a wolf howl of the officers and soldiers under the stage, and you didn't need to look at it to know that Di Lieba had already played!

Through the gap between the curtains, Zhang Yan set his eyes on the stage, where Di Lireba, who had changed into a Uyghur costume, was dancing the difficult "Flying Vortex", an ancient dance that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Can the officers and soldiers understand the dance of Di Lireba?

Surely I can't read it!

But everyone likes beautiful things, and Di Lieba did her best, she is showing her respect for the officers and soldiers in her own way, and that is enough.

Four or five veterans with flowers ran out of the crowd, and with a burst of howls, they put the flowers on the stage and turned around and ran out of the auditorium.

At this moment, the veterans are no longer heroes who protect the country, nor are they tough guys who can fight in a particularly good way, they are just ordinary people with flesh and blood and feelings, and they will also express their feelings with flowers and shyness.