The long-lost northwest wind is blowing on the grassland, and the temperature in the grassland in October is already very low.

The people of Class 13 put on winter camouflage early and wore sweaters underneath.

Xiaobai seems to be a little afraid of the cold environment outside, and has often slept on the stove in the house recently.

Zhang Junbao sat on the edge of the small courtyard as always and looked at the grassland in a daze, occasionally a few black clouds flew in the sky, but they quickly flew away.

Maybe the cold of late autumn can make the grass in my heart wither, so that no one will be uncomfortable.

The soldier's bags were packed early, and Lao Geng personally went to Uncle Xidu's house to borrow a motorcycle, and after breakfast, he had to send the soldier to the company to hand over the files.

The wind was very hard and blew on his body like a knife, Zhang Junbao was lazy, didn't go to training, and ran directly to the kitchen.

Get in the car dumplings and get off the car, the GI is leaving, and there are always some fucked-up memories to be left.

The mutton hidden under the water tank was found, and some wilted and shrunken radishes were chopped into traps, and with two large spoons of white and yellow lard, it was the best dumpling filling that could be eaten on the grassland.

The kitchen was quiet, and there was a thick layer of oil smoke on the walls, which I don't know how long it hadn't been cleaned.

The small window blown by the northwest wind sounded, and Zhang Junbao's thoughts seemed to have returned to when he first arrived in Class 13.

People are strangers.

The place is also unfamiliar.

Everything seemed out of place, he was like an alien from another world to Earth, and everything seemed a little new.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, and a heavy sound of footsteps reached his ears, and before Zhang Junbao could turn his head to look, he heard the voice of the soldier.

"Three madness, what are you doing delicious?"

"Dumplings."

"Really? I'd love to try it. ”

"It'll be fine later, eat more then."

Zhang Junbao finally turned his head to look at the soldier who was about to leave, although he was trying his best to maintain a bandit-like smile and ease, but his eyes were full of endless sadness.

If you leave, you really won't come back.

"I'll help you make dumplings."

Without waiting for Zhang Junbao to agree, the bear's paw-like claws were already on the board, and the soft dough was kneaded and deformed under the ravages of the bear's paws, leaving black marks one after another.

"Brother Bing, have you washed your hands?" Zhang Junbao has a black line, if he really lets the soldiers make dumplings, I'm afraid this "dumpling" will become "black gnocchi".

"It doesn't seem to be ...... yet."

", Lisso!"

Zhang Junbao pushed him out of the kitchen and closed the door.

He knew that the GI was reluctant to say goodbye to him, but he didn't want to cry, he didn't want to be alone anymore.

The soldier outside the door looked helpless and lonely, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, but he could only hide it deeply.

He can't cry, and if he cries, he can't go.

In the dormitory of Class 13, the veterans opened their eyes the moment Zhang Junbao got up, and then covered their heads with quilts and pretended to be asleep.

Everyone is a natural actor, and just by fitting into a different environment, they become geniuses in their respective fields.

The moment the GI returned to the dormitory, Lao Geng and the others all got up from the bed.

No one spoke, Da Fei was packing the soldier's backpack with a straight face, and Brother Qiang was rummaging through the dilapidated bookcase for a few magazines that looked half-new, which were reserved for the GI's pastime on the road.

Brother Xiao Ma and Lao Geng sat at the table in front of the windowsill and whispered whispers, and they could vaguely hear the words home.

The room was a little depressed, and the only natural thing was Xiaobai, who was lying on the edge of the stove, with bubbles on his pink nose.

This steppe wolf king doesn't seem to have any vigilance here, and completely treats himself as a pet dog.

"Open the meal!"

With Zhang Junbao's loud roar, the veterans in the house all walked out of the dormitory, and Xiaobai, who was lying on the ground listlessly, also wagged his tail.

"It's really a good thing."

"And he thinks of himself as a second ha."

Brother Qiang looked at Xiao Bai with a surprised face, knowing that the pure little milk dog in his heart was gone, and Da Fei next to him glared at Xiao Bai with disdain, this thing is not worthy of being the wolf king at all.

In the steaming kitchen, the cold brought by late autumn was driven away, and everyone sat together, like a family sitting together for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

A large pot of dumplings was placed in the middle of the table, with an empty bowl for each person, but they did not rush to eat as before.

"Brother Bing, this big bowl is for you," Zhang Junbao put the largest bowl of dumplings in front of the soldier with soup and water, and swallowed all the words he wanted to say back into his stomach.

"Eat more, and you will be able to eat Junbao's meal at the gathering of comrades-in-arms in the future."

"yes, it's cold outside, so I drank the soup too."

"I'm full, I'm ready to go."

Brother Qiang's words on the road suddenly made the air become depressed, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Brother Qiang, where are you letting me go?"

"Hey, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

Brother Qiang's smirk seemed to break the oppressive atmosphere, and the soldier ate all the dumplings with a big bowl of "snoring" as usual, and finally wiped his mouth with his sleeve heroically.

"Whew......!"

Xiao Bai's reluctant call sounded in the small courtyard, and Zhang Junbao, Xiao Ma Ge, Da Fei and Brother Qiang stood in the small courtyard and watched the soldiers and Lao Geng go away.

The motorcycle made a "whine" sound, and after walking a long distance, it seemed that you could still smell the smell of dumplings and gasoline burning in the air.

The smell is intoxicating, emitting its own heat, completely blending with the air, just like a human life that is about to go through the whole journey.

Three hours later, the people sitting in the squad received a phone call from the senior soldier from the company, and Director Wang had left the company the day before yesterday to report to the regiment headquarters, and was now the head of the regiment's propaganda unit.

Lao Geng has already embarked on the way back, but looking at the weather outside, it doesn't seem to be very good.

The military assessment of the non-commissioned officer on the company's side has basically ended, some people are happy and some are worried, but everyone understands that this is just the beginning.

Later, Lao Liu snatched the phone from the soldier's hand and chatted with Brother Xiao Ma and Da Fei for a long time, Zhang Junbao knew that he was asking the two of them if the perverted guys wanted to stay in the team.

Some people, real gold, you throw it into the briquette pile, and it will always be found.

Da Fei rejected Lao Liu very bluntly, he had already decided to go home.

If Brother Xiao Ma was transferred to sergeant, the so-called assessment would be just a passing scene, but he also chose to leave.

He didn't say any reason, Zhang Junbao guessed that it was because of Tang Long, after all, the comrades-in-arms of the year are now platoon commanders, and some can't raise their heads.

The army is a place full of competition, and although it is healthy competition, the existence of a dark side cannot be ruled out.

Later, Zhang Junbao asked Brother Xiao Ma why he left, and he said that he was tired and wanted to go home to take the civil service exam.

This reason has not been clarified until later, and over time, it has become a memory sealed in the bottom of my heart.

Lao Geng came back in the afternoon, and he didn't even eat a lunch, I don't know if the company had an opinion about him or his donkey temper came up and pouted, Zhang Junbao was too lazy to ask.