Ten years, the yellow sand of Evia has not diminished in the slightest, but every person who has experienced it has been rudely interrupted by the mediation of time, and the life has been extended to a different life trajectory.

It is enough for the post-disaster reconstruction of a city, enough for Tong Li to marry and have children to live a plain and stable life in the eyes of her parents, and enough for Lu Chen to take root in another city and fulfill his filial piety for the sons of a pair of old people who can never go home again.

Since Lu Chen moved to Shijiazhuang, this was the first time Yang Rui and Xu Hong had come to visit. From the moment they set foot in this city, everything that happened in that particular time and space was constantly magnified and repeated, repeatedly beating their souls and beliefs.

Lu Chen raised two dogs, which had always been the golden retriever he raised himself, and now it is dying, and when there are outsiders at home, he just lies in the nest and looks up a few times, and he is not willing to give alms to the two guests even when he stands up.

There is also an erha, which Zhuang Yu wanted to raise after retiring from the army, when Tong Li asked him why he didn't raise a corgi or a Samoyed, he just smiled and then glanced at Lu Chen, who had a black face in an instant, with his eyes.

This aroused Tong Li's curiosity more and more, and under her violent threat, Lu Chen spoke helplessly on the side: because he thought Erha was stupid, he wanted to name it Lu Chen, just to take advantage of it.

Xu Hong thought of this stubble, and tentatively shouted Lu Chen, a person and a dog looked up at him at the same time, the eyes of the people were full of confusion, and the dog's eyes were full of horror.

"Yes, Lu Chen, his name is really Lu Chen, your self-sacrifice is really big enough."

"Vice, you're skinny again, it's the result of my previous training that it has to react when it hears my name."

In fact, Lu Chen's Hebei dialect has been learned decently, and only the occasional verbal fetish shows that he is just an immigrant.

Yang Rui and Xu Hongao couldn't help Lu Chen, so they helplessly left him alone in the kitchen, and the two of them visited the house carefully and seriously.

Lu Chen's home has traces left by his former special forces everywhere, clean and tidy, the items are not messy, and even the quilt in the bedroom is folded into tofu blocks according to habits, only some subtle differences make Yang Rui and the others not feel like they are returning to the military camp all of a sudden.

He has a photo of Zhuang Yu on each table, either a single photo, or a group photo of the two of them, and a group photo of Jiaolong's team in the study.

Yang Rui remembered that once he went to visit Lu Chen, he held Zhuang Yu's photo tightly in his hand, and the tears that did not fall when he was awake raged uncontrollably on his face after he fell into a deep sleep.

After that day, Lu Chen found a cabinet and locked all the photos, saying that before he figured it out, these photos should stay in the dust of the years.

Now, these photos have been taken out again, and the treasurers have solemnly placed them in every corner of the home, and the smiles on the photos are still as vivid as yesterday, and the memories of the past have been blurred and abstracted by deliberate avoidance.

I haven't seen you for a long time, Xu Hong can't stop praising Lu Chen's craftsmanship, Lu Chen smiled, Yang Guo Daxia also wants to eat.

Seeing that Yang Rui's eyes were always attracted by the photo of Zhuang Yu on the table, Lu Chen wanted to speak several times, and finally couldn't help but put down the dishes and chopsticks, and snapped the photo frame on the table.

"You see that the two of you always think that I admit to death, drill the horns of the bull, and can't get out of that matter."

"I can't get out, what are I doing here, I want PTSD to force myself to death, I can't jump now, the interns in our hospital praise me every day."

"If you want me to see, it's the two of you who really didn't come out and squatted under the south wall and wanted to bump but didn't dare to bump into it."

"Look at my hand, every rainy day is a sharp and sharp pain, what can you do about this kind of nerve endings pain, I can't think when it hurts the most, I just want to scold people and scold this fucking world, and when the pain is numb, I want to live and die, and I can come up with something if I think too much."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, it is nothing more than a matter of time, or the beginning of the story, one is born and old, one is sick and dies, it does not mean that the story is over, he is nothing more than the end of one of the plays, but life is a circle, no matter how I go, my end is still Zhuang Yu."

"Tell me about the two of you in the past few years, Zhuang Yu secretly went to the martyr's cemetery on his birthday to put a bouquet of flowers in front of his tomb, and Qingming secretly put a bag of sorghum Yi on the stone, and I didn't dare to come to see me and Brother Li, Brother Li told me every day what to do if you two have tooth decay over there. If I hadn't gone straight to the airport to block you this time, would you two have planned to sneak in again? ”

"Are you two going to hide under the south wall for the rest of your life, really cowardly."

Yang Rui and Xu Hong were silent, they could only raise their glasses to replace the wine with tea, paying tribute to Lu Chen, who couldn't see his expression clearly in the smoke, they thought that they were trying not to open the wound and let time heal and heal, but time could not see the festering inside, and it was normal for them to constantly deceive themselves in the aftershocks twice a year.

Lu Chen is the one who really lives, they all say that doctors don't treat themselves, but he has to use a sharp scalpel to pick open the festering wound, grit his teeth and pour a whole bottle of alcohol and hydrogen peroxide for disinfection, pick out the rotten meat, smear the medicine and bandage, the pain is so cold that he doesn't say a word, every night in the dim room to change the dressing for inspection, the wound heals little by little, and the new meat grows again, every night in the dim room he looks at the pale pink wound with a gentle gaze, like nostalgia for the old man, but also like saying goodbye to the past. He reminisces and remembers the joys and sorrows of the past, but he is also able to move forward slowly in the footsteps of life.

Xu Hong finally understood why the company commander of the recruit company looked at him so fiercely when he picked Lu Chen away.

His heart is too strong to deal with the suffering and loss in life with superficial impropriety, and to chisel the dawn in the cracks of time.

The night cup change finally came to an end when the sun rose in the east, the heavy fog tightly shrouded the sky that was about to pour the sky, gentle and hazy, Xu Hong and Yang Rui stood at the end of the quiet long street, walking hand in hand, the street lights next to them were extinguished one by one, the lights at the end of the long street were still stubbornly on, and they finally understood Lu Chen's gesture of drawing a circle in the air.

The road ahead may seem tortuous, but perhaps all the ways lead to the way home. From the moment everyone is born, no matter what, the last life is just a full stop sooner or later, the standard of perfection or not, depends on our posture in the specific and subtle life looking into the distance, parting is the same, forward is the only coolest and most handsome way.