On an early summer morning, the sun shines through the branches of the trees, reflecting the stars on the ground.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys walked lazily on the park paths.

The young man's name is Ye Feng, he has slightly yellow broken hair and a pair of clear and bright eyes, a loose blue and white striped plaid shirt and a pair of washed white jeans, and slightly yellowed canvas shoes, although it doesn't look sunny enough, but it is a little handsome.

At this time, Ye Feng's gaze fell on an old man who was playing Tai Chi not far in front of him.

Looking at the old man's serious appearance, Ye Feng felt very funny, so he quietly dubbed the old man's actions: "A big watermelon, cut it in the middle, half of it will be given to you, and half will be given to him..."

As he spoke, Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, the old man put his hands in front of his chest, and then slowly put them down, and his eyes slowly opened: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Haha, old man, what age is this? What can Tai Chi do? ”

Ye Feng replied as he walked towards the old man.

The old man listened to Ye Feng's words, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Who told you that it was useless?" ”

Immediately, the old man took half a step on the side of his right foot, squatted down slightly, clenched his hands into fists and raised them on his waist, and then said to Ye Feng: "You try to punch me?" ”

"Huh? Don't... Have you met the martial arts master in the novel? Ye Feng sighed in his heart, and then, he raised his fist and used all his strength to punch the old man's stomach...

…

"Hello? Uncle Chen? I'm in trouble..."

Hanging up the phone and looking at the old man on the ground who was holding his stomach with his hands and wailing in pain, Ye Feng was a head or two at this time.

He never expected that he would encounter a porcelain toucher, and this porcelain was so unguardable that it was impossible to prevent it.

Although the old man's expression was painful, Ye Feng clearly saw what he wanted to say at this time from the old man's eyes: "Boy, now you know that it is still useful to play Tai Chi, right?"

After a while, an ambulance sped by, and a middle-aged man in a black jacket got out of the car after the nurse.

The burly body of this middle-aged man was as tall as a pine crane, and his bright eyes revealed a resolute and steady gaze.

"Uncle Chen"

Ye Feng shouted at the middle-aged man and ran forward in small steps.

This middle-aged man's name is Chen Lin, and he is Ye Feng's father Ye Zhengyu's comrade-in-arms back then.

"Xiao Feng, why did you beat people?"

Chen Lin looked at Ye Feng in front of him angrily, although his tone was very serious, but there was a hint of pampering in his eyes.

"Uncle Chen is wronged! I really didn't mean to cause trouble this time! ”

Ye Feng looked at Chen Lin without tears, and his words were full of tears.

…

Two hours later, Ye Feng and Chen Lin walked out of the county people's hospital.

"Uncle Chen, how much money was spent this time, you remember it, and when I earn money in the future, I will pay you back." Exhaling lightly, waving his hand indifferently, Ye Feng looked ahead and muttered softly.

"Xiao Feng, I don't care about this money..."

Looking at Ye Feng like this, a trace of heartache flashed in Chen Lin's eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said to Ye Feng without saying anything.

Ye Feng paused, turned to look at Chen Lin, and a trace of anger flashed: "Uncle Chen, I understand what you mean, but I don't want to owe you money, I don't want to have anything to do with that man."

"Xiao Feng, you really misunderstood your dad!"

With a long exhale, and after a moment of silence, Chen Lin said in an accentuated tone, and at the same time gently put his hand on Ye Feng's shoulder.

Ye Feng broke free of Chen Lin's arm, took a step back, clenched his hands into fists, looked at Chen Lin with a hideous expression, and roared with all his might: "He is not worthy of being my father!" ”

Immediately, Ye Feng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and immediately calmed down: "Uncle Chen, I will pay you back the money anyway." ”

After speaking, Ye Feng turned around and strode away without looking back.

Looking at Ye Feng's thin back, Chen Lin's nose was inexplicably sour, and the corners of his mouth twitched to himself: "Captain, Xiao Feng's temper is really similar to you!" ”

After staring for a long time, Chen Lin turned around and left here, his back looking lonely.

Ye Feng, who strode out, stopped, only to see that his knuckles had begun to turn white because of too much force.

"Why! Why do everyone say I misunderstood you! Taking a deep breath, Ye Feng roared in his heart.

……

Time has to go back six years.

That day, it happened to be Ye Feng's tenth birthday, as a special forces soldier's father, usually has a very heavy task, but he returned home that day, this is the first time in ten years that his father has accompanied him to celebrate his birthday.

And this day is indeed unforgettable for Ye Feng.

A family of three, after dinner, they went out for a walk.

But before Ye Feng had time to savor this happiness, he was shattered by a sudden change.

A small river flows through the middle of the small county town, there are buildings on both sides of the riverbank, at dusk at ten o'clock, the lights of Langshan are reflected on the surface of the river, the waves are swaying, it is very beautiful, it has become a beautiful scenery.

A small rope bridge, the two sides of which are connected together.

Especially in summer, people like to come to this bridge to enjoy the coolness, blow the river breeze, enjoy the beautiful scenery, and be content.

A family of three, laughing and laughing all the way, came to this small bridge to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

However, at a certain moment, the railing where Ye Feng's family of three was located suddenly broke.

Because Ye Zhengyu is a special soldier, he is very agile and grabbed Ye Feng, but unfortunately, Ye Feng's mother fell into the river, and there was another mother and daughter who fell into the river at the same time.

"Stand here and don't move!" Ye Zhengyu gave Ye Feng a deep command, and then jumped into the river with an ordinary sound.

Ten-year-old Ye Feng looked at his mother who was struggling in the river, and cried loudly to Ye Zhengyu: "Save Mom!" Save Mommy! ”

The position where Ye Zhengyu jumped was exactly two meters in front of Ye Feng's mother.

Originally, he could swim to Ye Feng's mother's position with a slight stroke of his hands, but he didn't do this, but under Ye Feng's gaze, he swam to the other mother and daughter five or six meters away.

When Ye Zhengyu struggled to drag the mother and daughter ashore, he turned around and threw himself towards Ye Feng's mother, but this time it was nearly thirty meters, and the river itself was flowing, at this time, Ye Feng's mother had already been washed out more than ten meters.

By the time he swam up to her, she had stopped struggling...

In this way, Ye Feng watched his mother's death, and his father had the opportunity to save his mother, but he chose to save others first.

Ye Feng attributed the reason for his mother's death to Ye Zhengyu's head.

The night before his mother's funeral, Ye Zhengyu received a phone call.

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Ye Feng, who was huddled in front of his mother's spirit, glanced at the portrait of Ye Feng's mother, and resolutely turned to leave.

Regarding his mother's death and his own farewell, Ye Zhengyu never gave any explanation.

Looking at Ye Zhengyu's back, Ye Feng roared with all his might: "Ye Zhengyu, I hate you!" You don't deserve to be my father! ”

Tears gradually blurred his eyes, and the helpless Ye Feng curled up lonely in front of his mother's spirit.

……

Half a month later, Chen Lin, who was wearing a military uniform, found Ye Feng.

His eyes were red, his hands trembled, and he handed over two wooden boxes to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng silently opened the wooden box, only to see a bright military flag neatly stacked on a set of military uniforms, and a hat with a military emblem on it, and next to the hat, there were rows of military merit medals.

"Huh! Is it dead? It's good to be dead! ”

Ye Feng has seen this kind of scene on TV, and it is generally only after the death of a soldier that this situation occurs, so Ye Feng naturally thought of his father dead.

Perhaps because of the confidentiality regulations, Chen Lin did not carefully describe how Ye Zhengyu died, but just said heavily: "Xiaofeng, your father is a hero, you should be proud of him." ”

"Heroes? People who can't even protect their own relatives deserve to be heroes! ”

Ye Feng sneered and casually threw the wooden box in front of his mother's portrait.

It is precisely because of this change that Ye Feng's temperament has changed greatly, he who was originally well-behaved and sensible, gradually became violent, and he had a taste of self-abandonment, and Chen Lin, who came back from demobilization, took the trouble to help Ye Feng deal with the troubles he had caused.

But because of Ye Zhengyu, Ye Feng was already disappointed in his status as a soldier.

It was precisely for this reason that Ye Feng insisted on paying back Chen Lin's money.