The first chapter of the first freshman is the closing song

"Is that the end of it? My dream. What is the purpose of the efforts of the past ten years? "Lying depressed on the grass by the stream, I thought a little sadly.

My name is Lesser and I am a pilot by profession. It should be said that a dozen days ago was a pilot. I had no parents, I grew up in an orphanage, and at the age of eight, I was selected by the state for my excellent physique to train as a pilot. Aside from my vague memories of life in that dilapidated orphanage, I didn't have a childhood. From the age of eight, the only thing I was taught was "I am a pilot, I am, I will be, and I will always be." "In those days, life was boring and boring, and the daily plan was the same, getting up at 6 o'clock in the morning, morning exercises, running for a total of an hour, washing and eating breakfast from 7:00 to 7:30. The formal training of the day begins at eight o'clock, and each meal is only half an hour, which also includes time to go to the bathroom. With such a Spartan upbringing, my performance was enough to please anyone, including the harshest instructors. So when I was 16 years old, I successfully became a full-fledged pilot in the Chinese Air Force.

In the next two years, I was promoted to the youngest test pilot in the history of the Chinese Air Force with excellent results, a title that represents the highest level of pilot in the country. Then there was an eight-year career full of honors, during which I represented my country in numerous military competitions and won countless awards. If it had been during the war years, I would have been the world-famous Crash King.

Three months ago, I was ordered to test fly a fifth-generation fighter newly developed by China. I've done this countless times, and as I stepped into the cabin with ease, I never thought it was a small mistake by a staff member who came in through the back door that caused the only accident in my 10-year career as a pilot. As a result of the accident, the plane and I fell headlong into the sea 1,000 kilometers from the coast, and it was not until more than 50 hours later that we were taken to the army hospital by the rescue troops.

The cause of the accident was quickly identified, and the staff member was duly punished, but my lungs were badly damaged in this incident, and after being diagnosed by a world-class expert at the Military Medical University, it was difficult to even engage in strenuous sports, let alone work as a pilot. Because of my past contributions to the country, the state handled the discharge for me, and after I was discharged from the army, I enjoyed the treatment of major general level with the allowance after discharge, and I could spend the rest of my life comfortably even if I didn't have to work at all. However, what made me feel most uncomfortable was not the sudden deterioration of my body, but the sudden loss of the goal I had been striving for for for more than 20 years, and the sudden loss of my heart. In the past few days, all I learned was how to be a good pilot, and my life revolved around the simple trajectory of airport-plane-blue sky, and when I was freed from it, I realized that I had no concept of living as an ordinary person at all. In the past ten days since I was discharged from the army, the most I have done every day is to lie down by this stream not far from my home, looking at the sky that has left me.

Today I am still lying here as usual, but I have a lot of thoughts in my heart, yes, no matter what, people always have to look forward, instead of sitting here and feeling sorry for themselves, it is better to think about the road tomorrow should be like this. I stood up, patted the grass clippings off my body, and walked on a random path. I've been here for half a month, and I haven't been anywhere but this creek.

The housing allocated to me by the government is still very good, and it is only a ten minutes walk to the bustling business district. When I walked here, I noticed that many people were gathered around the door of a store, most of them were young people in their teens and twenties, but there were also smaller and larger ones.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I patted a young man who was struggling to push in.

"Look at the poster, Gundam SEED product fair!" The young man replied impatiently, and continued to squeeze in.

Gundam, it sounded familiar, I tried to remember, but I didn't expect to find the word from that poor childhood memory. It was when I was seven years old, and by chance I pulled out a broken picture book from the garbage heap next to the orphanage, on which a majestic robot made a deep impression on my young mind. When I was first adopted by the state, I thought that the Air Force was going to fly that kind of robot, and I made a big joke.

I didn't expect to have the opportunity to relive my childhood memories at such a time, and I suddenly became a childlike child, and squeezed towards the store with the crowd. When I went in, I found that the space in the store was still full, so it was no wonder that I didn't see it just now. The store is full of all kinds of posters, I took a closer look, the production is much more elaborate than I was at that time, every minute is clearly visible, and the variety of styles is also dazzling, the most exaggerated thing is that each body has extremely detailed information, and it is also well documented.

The high-end stereo plays a beautiful melody, and although the vocals are noisy, they are still clear to the ear. I spent two years at the Berlin Air Force Academy, where I studied music theory and some musical instruments, and I knew Japanese, and with my excellent memory in the army, I quickly memorized two songs that I thought were the best, one called "The Car of Dawn" and the other called "The Loneliness of the Deep Sea".

I walked around the store, and finally looked at the counter of a monopoly model, the counter was full of all kinds of assembled models, each of which was more than 30 centimeters high, which looked vivid, and my favorite was a blue and white model called FREEDOM and a blue and white model called DESTINY, staring at it and looking at it, and then picking up the poster that was delivered for free next to it and looking at the materials. The clerk probably saw that I was interested, and ran over to me attentively and introduced: "Sir, these two models are the best two models we sell in this batch of goods, if you want, it is now the exhibition period, we can give you a 20% discount......"

I smiled at him and said, "I've been looking at Gundam for more than ten years, so I don't know much about the latest stuff. ”

The clerk probably saw that there was an opportunity to win back the heart of an old customer who had been old for more than ten years, and introduced it even harder: "Sir, although you haven't watched it for more than ten years, the latest film is not much different from more than ten years ago." If you buy these two models, we can give you a full set of two DVDs from Gundam SEED so that you can relive the old dreams of your teenage years......"

Eventually, I was able to buy the two models at the suggestion of the clerk, who gave me not only a full set of DVDs, but also posters of all the Gundam SEED bodies, and a large stack of materials on the bodies of Gundam SEED over the past decade or so.

In the evening, I finally assembled the two models, and while lying on the bed and reminiscing, I fell asleep while reminiscing, when suddenly I was awakened by the smell of smoke.

Damn, it's on fire.

I lifted the quilt and got up, and rushed to the door as fast as I could, but when I was halfway through the rush, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and then fell to the ground.

Oops, my lungs, didn't expect to have problems at this time.

Looking at the smoke that gradually spreads, I sighed in my heart, is this the end?

At this time, I suddenly had an inexplicable thought in my heart.

"Damn, I haven't watched the DVD I bought today."