In 20XX, in a suburban county, the sky was cloudy like ink, and it was raining. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info in a small tent at the foot of the mountain.

A middle-aged officer said with a sad face: "Zhang Xin, Zhang Xin, what do you let me say about you, what do you let me say about you." Tell me yourself, who else in the entire art troupe is more alternative than you? Who else do you say? ”

In front of him was a junior officer in his early twenties, dressed in a military uniform, but he was also neatly packed, that is, the ponytail on his head was out of line with the military assembly.

The middle-aged officer angrily circled in the tent, "Zhang Xin, I call you a letter master, you are really an uncle, you said you were going to go out to collect style, okay, I approved you for a week's leave, but you disappeared silently, your father called me and asked me where you went, I don't know how to tell him." Well, I'm finally waiting for you to come back, and you can see what you look like...... Who in the whole army still has your hair long? Female soldiers don't have as long hair as you! And ......"

The middle-aged officer rolled up Zhang Xin's sleeve as he spoke, only to see two lines of artistic words tattooed on Zhang Xin's white arm: "Life is endless, and the battle is endless." ”

"Also tattooed! My little ancestor, didn't you read the regulations when you joined the army? Are you a Hong Kong Troublemaker? Are you still a soldier of the people? I know you're screwing with your dad, you don't want to join the army, you want to play music...... Okay, we all understand, but Uncle has watched you grow up since you were a child, and you say, Uncle is sorry for you? ”

Seeing the middle-aged officer's eyes full of anger, Zhang Xin pursed his lips: "No." ”

The middle-aged officer sneered, "Okay, you tell me ......" said as he picked up a stack of papers from the table, and threw it on Zhang Xin's chest with a "snap", "Are you sure you want to sing this in the Grand Military Region Art Show?" Do you want to sing in front of tens of thousands of people, and a good man is not a soldier? ”

Zhang Xin knew that he was at a loss, and without saying a word, he installed the wooden stakes.

The middle-aged officer was speechless in anger, staring at Zhang Xin, while Zhang Xin silently looked at his toes, letting the manuscript paper he had just thrown over scatter on the ground, and there was a deathly silence in the tent.

Half loud, it was still the middle-aged officer who broke the silence first, "Uncle is in the army compound, you watched you grow up, what kind of character do you have, Uncle is very clear." Uncle knows that you are not a bad boy, knows that you are just a little rebellious, does not want to be a soldier, wants to engage in art, Uncle knows that you hate your dad for breaking up the band you formed in college, and Uncle knows that you hate your dad for forcing you to be a soldier. These uncles understand, but they really can't agree with you. ”

There was silence for a moment, "After finishing this art show, you can make a report on your own job change." ”

Zhang Xin knew that this was to save face for him again, and said softly: "Thank you." Then he bent down and put away the manuscript papers scattered on the ground one by one, bowed to the middle-aged officer, and left the tent silently.

The rain outside the tent seemed to be getting heavier, Zhang Xinzhi stood in the rain in a daze, and he didn't know how long it took, when he suddenly heard a noise in his ears: "It's a landslide!" It's a landslide! ”

Zhang Xin turned his head to look at the mountain behind him, but saw a house-sized earth and stone rolling towards the tent just now. Zhang Xin was shocked, threw the manuscript in his hand, rushed into the tent with his life, and then kicked him out of the tent with a look of shock on the face of the middle-aged officer, and then there was a "boom" in his ears, Zhang Xin felt that it was dark in front of him, and then he couldn't see anything......

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xin only felt a buzzing in his ears, and it was pitch black in front of him. He struggled to open his eyes, but he felt weak, his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and after a few attempts, he simply gave up, and had to lie quietly on the ground.

After a while, he suddenly felt a pair of large hands grabbing his arms and dragging him back, and he wanted to scream, but his throat was dry and astringent, and he couldn't make a sound. I don't know how long he was dragged along, Zhang Xin felt that his tinnitus was slightly better, and suddenly a wave of sound hit his ears, there was a roar, the sound of weapons colliding, and the sound of iron entering the body...... He was shocked by the loud sound and fainted again.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xin opened his eyes again, and there was a black tent top in his eyes, his ears were full of wails and screams, and his nose was full of the pungent smell of Chinese medicine. Zhang Xin turned his head with great effort, and found that his body was covered with felt made of unknown skin, and there was an equally earthy yellow soldier sleeping next to the straw-paved bed. The tent was full of wounded soldiers wearing khaki uniforms, and there were many ancient weapons such as spears and knives scattered on the ground, as well as blood-stained clothes...... Lang Zhong ......"

Zhang Xin looked at the strange scene in front of him, and struggled to recall, only remembering that he went to perform with the art troupe, and then there was a landslide, and then ...... I don't know anything. It suddenly occurred to me that I couldn't be missing some parts, right? Hurry up and move your hands and feet, fortunately, Zhang Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't find any missing parts for the time being. It may be that the action just now was a bit big, waking up the young man lying on his stomach next to him, the young man in the khaki soldier's shirt slowly raised his head, looked at Zhang Xin sleepily, and was silent for a while. Zhang Xin didn't know how to speak, the guy just woke up a little dazed, and he didn't know how long it took, maybe the young man reacted, and suddenly there was a high-pitched cry from the side: "Lang Zhong!" Doctor! Come here, I believe brother he's awake! After that, he ran out with both hands and feet, leaving Zhang Xin alone on the bed.

After a while, there was a rush of footsteps in my ears, and a middle-aged man dressed in a young man was pulled over by a young man. The young man was excited while dragging Lang Zhong, "Lang Zhong, Lang Zhong, Brother Xin is awake, come and take a look......" said and pressed Lang Zhong down next to Zhang Xin's bed.

Lang Zhong smiled helplessly, came over and raised Zhang Xin's pillow first, then helped him sit on the bed, first checked the pulse, then touched Zhang Xin's forehead, and then looked at the redness and swelling at the root of Zhang Xin's ear, and then asked, "Brother Tai, do you feel any discomfort?" ”

Zhang Xin felt weird and inexplicable when he heard Lang Zhong's half-literate words, and saw that his eyes were full of ancient soldiers in disheveled clothes, and he couldn't help but have a ridiculous thought from the bottom of his heart, "I can't be crossed, right?" Where have I crossed over? Who am I? Thinking about it, I couldn't help blurting out, "Who am I?" Listening to Zhang Xin's questioning, the excitement on the young man's face just now disappeared completely, and he and Lang Zhong looked at each other.