When Zhang Junbao returned to the dormitory, the veterans were all sleeping in bed.

Standing at the door, taking a few breaths, and scanning the situation in the room, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, revealing a helpless look.

The neatly folded tofu cubes for the veterans in the morning have all been opened, and when they wake up, they will have to clean up again.

There were also a few magazines and novels scattered on the table in the middle of the room, and the steaming cups emitted puffs of smoke, which made people a little dazzled to watch.

The howling northwest wind outside the house made a "squeak" sound on the old wooden windows, and it sounded like it could fall apart at any moment.

Zhang Junbao turned around and took out a broom and a bucket behind the door and started the cleaning work, his movements were very light, because he woke up the sleeping veteran, and he would inevitably be scolded.

"Brother Pony's martial arts novels, put them in his drawer."

"Brother Qiang's light weapons magazine, these are all books from two years ago, not to mention buying new ones."

"Da Fei's cigarette, put it on the bedside for him."

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Zhang Junbao muttered in a voice that he could only hear while cleaning up the house, and there were still many things waiting for him to do after he finished cleaning the house.

A deserted ghost place, if you go out and get lost, maybe no one will know.

Here, there are no problems with everyday survival, but life is full of problems.

In a small courtyard in front of the dormitory, there are two gray garbage cans, perhaps this is a small contribution of the army to this barren land.

Every week, the regiment's convoy transporting supplies and oil would take the garbage with them along the way, otherwise the grassland would have become sandy soil long ago.

Next to the garbage can in the small courtyard is a small sentry tower, with four calf-thick logs supporting a space of about one square meter, on which a ceiling is built with wooden planks.

After Zhang Junbao finished cleaning, he picked up the eight-one bar that he put in the house and walked out of the dormitory.

The thirteenth squad has the duty of being a sentry at the grassland exercise base, but no one has come to stand guard here for a long time.

Standing alone in the sentry tower, the Bayi bar hung on his chest, and the garbage can not far behind him emitted a burst of soot smell, mixed with the smell of rotten potatoes mixed with onions, which made people want to vomit.

Zhang Junbao's throat had already made several "gurgling" sounds, and he wanted to get the two trash cans far away from the sentry tower, but he didn't dare.

The pit and wow-wow-wow ground in the small courtyard, and the movement of the garbage can will definitely make a sound and wake up the sleeping people in the house.

So, he could only endure it.

A man stood in a small "sentry tower", looking at the undulating grassland in the distance, a sea of yellow.

The yellow is sand, and the weather is cold, and you can't see the green color that sprouts.

The lonely thirteenth class is like an isolated island on the grassland, and the sentry tower where Zhang Junbao is located is the peak on the isolated island.

At least that's what it seems to him now.

Boredom looking around, hoping to see something alive, the result was disappointing.

There was a snoring sound behind him, and Zhang Junbao was a little funny and helpless to show his eight neat teeth, but he didn't make any sound.

It's been two days since he's been here, and he knows that the only one in the class who makes that kind of snoring sound is the GI.

During the lunch break, the veterans in the squad would sleep until they woke up naturally, and there was no exact time.

Zhang Junbao stood alone in the sentry tower with a gun and looked at the grassland in a daze.

My life may be like this, and I have to live so lonely in the future, is it still meaningful?

Zhang Junbao's heart is very chaotic, and he doesn't know how to face this place where he will live in the future.

"To live is to do meaningful things, and to do meaningful things is to live well."

Perhaps this sentence infected many people at the beginning, and Xu Sanduo, who was indomitable in building roads alone, also touched many people, and he found another way to success.

Sometimes Zhang Junbao is also thinking, do you have to learn a lot?

That's a bit unrealistic.

It was just an inspirational story, and the actual experience of the recruit company told him that if a soldier wants to live a human life in the army, he must have good results and convince everyone!

But he had nothing.

Stubbornly clinging to the expectation in his heart, maybe one day he can see the bright day, but now, there is darkness everywhere in his eyes.

The veterans of the thirteenth class saw their rejection of Zhang Junbao very clearly, he would rather be a fool, stubbornly insisting on the bottom line of "I am good to others, and others are good to me".

The story of "grinding an iron pestle into a needle" tells us that as long as we persevere, there will always be a reward, so the stubborn Zhang Junbao decided to integrate into the new collective with his own actions.

Even if you are a little wronged, even if you hide in the bed and cry secretly in the lonely night.

"Now that they're all eating my pancakes, that's a good start."

Zhang Junbao quietly cheered for himself, and the earth-shattering snoring behind him was like a war drum cheering on the ancient battlefield.

It's upsetting.

He turned his back to the dormitory, and did not notice that there were two figures hidden behind the old wooden window that could fall at any moment.

"Fool."

"It's kind of silly."

A foul smell came to his nose again, and Zhang Junbao frowned and resisted the feeling of vomiting.

He turned his head to look at the trash can behind him, a dilemma on his face.

With a "squeak", the old wooden door of the dormitory opened from the inside, the tattered cotton curtain hanging at the door was lifted, and the figure of Brother Xiao Ma appeared in front of Zhang Junbao's eyes.

"Squad leader, what are you doing?"

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Looking at the back of Brother Xiaoma gradually moving away, Zhang Junbao didn't know what to say for a while.

Going out is basically by walking.

Communication is basically by roaring.

This thirteenth class where birds don't is living in a way that is incompatible with modern society.

On the first day of his shift, the veteran told him that there was "a vast world and great achievements" here, and that "when you go out, you may have mines." ”

Now Brother Pony is going to the "minefield".

"I should have no problem getting the trash can now, right?"

The sound of "bones" sounded in the courtyard, and Zhang Junbao dragged two stinky garbage cans towards the corner of the courtyard.

This so-called small courtyard doesn't even have the simplest branch fence, and I don't know what these veterans were thinking before?

It doesn't feel "home" at all.

"I'm annoyed!"

A loud roar suddenly sounded in the house, and Zhang Junbao, who was just about to return to the sentry tower, was stunned in place.

There was a panicked look with a strong sense of worry, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at the dormitory.

Da Fei woke up!

The old soldier who can pick bones out of eggs may not know how to clean himself up.

"Come back, the lunch break is almost over, why are you still standing there?"

Little Brother Ma didn't know when he came back, and was standing at the door looking at him impatiently.

"Yes, squad leader."

Zhang Junbao lowered his head and replied, then sighed deeply before walking towards the dormitory.

What should happen always happens, and what should be faced must be faced in the end.

"Let's make the storm more violent," it was a joke.