If people don't have dreams, what is the difference between them and salted fish.

Sometimes Zhang Junbao would think of this sentence in his mind, and forget which old bird was talking to him.

The salted fish is still a salted fish, and it will not turn into a dragon and fly into the sky.

This is Zhang Junbao's idea.

Why be a soldier?

What is the purpose of being a soldier?

This may be what everyone who has been a soldier and is about to become a soldier is thinking, some say it is for training, some say it is for changing fate.

Zhang Junbao said that it was all nonsense, to put it bluntly, wasn't it just for promotion and making a fortune?

After the soldier's parents left, Zhang Junbao thought about this question for a long time.

What is a veteran?

Is it a lifelong spiritual pillar and life belief?

Is it the direction and motivation of a person's efforts?

From the day Daddy Soldier left, the old birds of Class 13 began to become silent.

Da Fei and Da Bing didn't continue to play cards, and Da Bing began to learn to read, but he often ran into words he didn't know, and he didn't even know the words.

Da Fei occasionally flipped through the broken notebook that remembered the time of discharge, but more often than not, he sat alone in the courtyard in a daze.

Lao Geng and Xiao Ma now go around the big fart place of Class 13 several times a day, and sometimes their eyes are a little red and swollen when they see them.

Brother Qiang doesn't know when he started running and training with Zhang Junbao, some time ago Lao Liu said that he would transfer him back to the company's combat class, and when the veteran was discharged, he would go back.

What is Zhang Junbao doing?

Lao Geng said that let him study, let him take the military academy, and be able to become an officer in the future.

Maybe Lao Geng has had enough of the hardships of being uneducated, since he decided to let Zhang Junbao be admitted to the military academy, Da Fei was tortured by him to death.

According to the ideas of a few old guys, Zhang Junbao still has a great chance of wanting to take the entrance examination or be promoted, because he already has a third-class merit as a guarantee for the advancement of the army.

Of course, if the troops don't want him in the future, it's still useless.

The temperature on the prairie drops at an alarming rate in autumn, and the grass on some of the slopes has begun to turn yellow before it reaches eleven.

Every time he ran an armed cross-country, Zhang Junbao had to scold a few words about this damn ghost weather.

Now his life is full of headaches, participating in military training in the morning, reviewing high school homework in the afternoon and evening, and Da Fei will also check from time to time.

Xiaobai's guy also seems to have become lazy, and after the injury on his leg is healed, this guy begins to lose his hair.

Brother Xiao Ma doesn't know if it's the talent of picking up garbage again, so he will carefully clean up the hair that Xiaobai has fallen off every day, and then find a plastic bag to put it away.

A shack at the back of the dormitory was full of garbage, all of which were picked up by Brother Pony.

Hell knows why he has such a hobby.

Salted fish also has dreams, at least it will not be eaten casually as a dish.

Zhang Junbao's dream is to be able to rest well, his life is like a wind-up machine, and after a long time, he will be tired.

Sometimes, he once thought that a person with a backpack and a guy rushed into the depths of the grassland, and came to a camping camp that he said would go, in the name of survival in the wild, but the reality hit him that it was impossible for him to leave the thirteenth class and a kilometer away.

When going out for a long distance, at least two people together, this is the rule of the army when they go out.

If a person stays on the grassland for a long time, grass will grow in his heart.

I wake up every day and see the same view, repeating yesterday's days every day, boring and boring.

He remembered that there were two masters of writing novels in foreign countries who liked to be lonely, staying alone in a dark house and fantasizing about the so-called inspiration.

People who like solitude are a kind of realm, but Zhang Junbao doesn't think he can sublimate.

Go to his uncle's loneliness!

Zhang Junbao stood alone on the roof and shouted at the endless grassland in the distance, loudly venting his dissatisfaction.

And then the egg?

After venting, I still have to get down from the roof honestly, and then take Xiaobai to the kitchen to cook.

Recently, Lao Geng has not let Zhang Junbao go to the sentry, and even the Bayi bar used on duty has been locked in the cabinet, Zhang Junbao thinks that this is a few old guys guarding him.

Some people say that loneliness is like smoke, and men should smoke and drink without leaving their bodies, so that they can have a unique sense of vicissitudes for men.

To hell with it.

The veteran drivers of the regiment's convoy once tasted the smell of cigarettes for Zhang Junbao, and after just one puff, he snuffed out the cigarette in the sound of coughing.

The old drivers laughed and said that he didn't understand life and wasted spiritual food.

Zhang Junbao said that tobacco and alcohol cannot relieve loneliness, and grass grows in a person's heart, so he must find a way to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

On the day of the National Day, Lao Geng organized everyone to sit in the house and watch the national flag-raising ceremony on the old TV, which was just a CCTV broadcast.

On the days of universal celebration, the thirteenth class of the grassland has not changed much, perhaps for the veterans, the ceremony is more like mourning their beloved youth and troops.

That day, the whole class stood in front of the TV and saluted, and then sang the national anthem heartbreakingly, which seemed a little stupid to Zhang Junbao.

When you become a soldier, you always have to go through something.

After crying and laughing, all that is left are tears and memories.

Memories are like smoke, and loneliness is like snow.

This is Lao Geng's stupid and coarse military life, he has been a soldier for more than ten years, and he is still an old bachelor in his thirties.

When I left home, the village was still a muddy dirt road, and last year I was on vacation to visit relatives, and the neighbors had already driven into their private cars.

The olive green was a bit glaring, like his dilapidated house, and people always liked to look at new things curiously, and when they couldn't see the future, they left a look of contempt and slipped away.

Lao Geng said that his heart was very painful during that time.

So, he wants to go home!

Does he love the troops?

Love!

Does he have ideals?

Yes!

But the ruthlessness of reality ruined his life, and the days of being full of white eyes made the family a little unable to raise their heads.

In this era of laughing at poverty and not prostitution, soldiers seem to have become a kind of irony, and in the eyes of most people, they have become a special existence.

Zhang Junbao would sit alone in the courtyard and watch the grassland in a daze at noon every day, maybe only in this way could he wander the grassland and leave this ghost place where birds don't.

"I'm ready to stay."

The GI sat down next to him, a young man who had been burdened by countless debts and had now learned to shave every day.

He is not very old, just one year older than Zhang Junbao.

"Are you really going to stay?"

"yes."

"That's good, I'll have a companion next year."

"I won't be in our army anymore," the soldier's eyes looked at the grassland in the distance, as if he was a little sad, but he couldn't see any nostalgia, maybe his heart was already full of grass, "I'm going to be transferred." ”

Zhang Junbao looked at him stunned, didn't know how to answer, and couldn't speak.

"The last time my parents came to visit me, the relationship was already settled."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Junbao couldn't help but ask.

"Back to the Northeast, the driver of the convoy at the headquarters of the group army."

"Can you do it with that waist?" Zhang Junbao sneered, but his eyes revealed coldness and helplessness.

"Joke, brother, I also drove two oceanic horses at night back then!"

As he spoke, the golden knife was domineering, and the soldier seemed to have reverted to the appearance of a bandit.

It's just that both of them understand that he is no longer the bandit he used to be.

Can a man who shaves like a middle-aged uncle still be called a bandit? Amusing.