"Aofeng, 26 years old, male, special sniper stationed in Tibet Division, number E0158, hello. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" In a rudimentary military tent, an officer in camouflage sat in a chair and read out the classified file in his hand in a deep voice. The young man who stood facing him without saying a word made a standard salute gesture, his eyes as sharp as eagles never leaving the officer's face.

"Nice looks." The officer praised unexpectedly, and continued to speak in a deep voice: "Then, Mr. Aofeng, are you willing to obey all the dispatches related to the Northwest Campaign and unconditionally carry out military orders?" ”

"Of course!" Aofeng is like an eagle soaring with wings, and answers categorically.

"Are you willing to sacrifice your life for the party and the country at any time?"

"Of course!"

"Do you want to become a good sniper through brutal and harsh combat training?"

"I can't ask for it!"

The serious look on the officer's face relaxed, he got up, and raised his hand: "Very good, the Northwest Special Operations Team welcomes you, from today onwards, you will be a part of here." This is no longer a fantasy of gentleness, but a real battlefield integrating discipline, responsibility, and strength, and I hope you will be enlightened......"

In this way, the 26-year-old Aofeng participated in the peacekeeping mission in the northwest region. At that time, the family of four was not worried about his son's dangerous task of quelling the rebellion, so the family moved to the Tibetan area not far from the headquarters of the Li Special Military Region, so that they could learn more about their son's situation, and second, it would be much easier for the two sides to meet.

Aofeng has a sister who is eight years old in elementary school, and Aofeng always likes to follow him like a fart at home, and call him affectionately one brother after another. She has very white skin, inherited her mother's physique, and when she has nothing to do, she stands on tiptoe with her red fluttering face, caresses the sniper rifle that has been carried behind him all the year round with one hand, and refuses to let go of the hand that is holding Aofeng with the other hand.

When she was young, her parents rarely stayed at home for various reasons. Aofeng did not hesitate to switch between the three roles of the same father, the same mother and the same brother. When she was hungry, he had to heat her food before the troops assembled; She couldn't sleep at night, and he had to generously spare an hour or two from the meagre sleep he had left to tell her stories.......

But even so, he still felt that he had not given her enough love. He doesn't feel like a qualified relative, let alone a considerate brother.

There are more and more things going on in the army, and the time it takes him to go home is even measured by the minute. Whenever he returned home with a guilty look on his face, he would see his sister's pitiful eyes pretending to be joyful, and his little hand that was holding on to it trembled with a hint, and he would feel as if he had been shot in the chest.

But he didn't have a choice!

His father was admitted to a nursing home with Alzheimer's disease, and his mother worked as an hourly worker in a miscellaneous family, and everything in the family depended on his little military allowance to make ends meet. The only thing he can do is to keep working hard, keep making himself outstanding, and let the people around him see his shining point.

Soon, with his excellent sniping skills, Aofeng was favored by the special forces team that carried out the Northwest Counterinsurgency, and was finally selected. When Aofeng, who rarely showed his emotions, smiled and showed Ruzheng to his mother that time, he was refuted by the latter's desperate rebuttal.

"Don't go. What kind of place is it in Tibet, I've heard that people there walk with knives, it's too dangerous. Feng'er, you listen to Mom, let's not go......" Mother behaved extremely anxious.

"Mom, it's not dangerous there, just go on a mission as usual, and I'll be back in a month."

"That's not good, if you leave, Xiao Shu usually doesn't have someone to take care of me, and I don't feel at ease. Feng'er, I know that you have been assertive since you were a child, and I, a mother, have rarely taken care of you, but this time you can't listen to your mother? ”

A hint of pleading flashed in her mother's eyes, and Aofeng felt a heart-wrenching pain in her heart. But he still hasn't given up the last chance:

"Mom, this levy is an emergency levy, the subsidy is three times the usual, and if the implementation goes well, there will be a bonus to get ......."

Smack-

Aofeng, who had not been beaten since elementary school, was stunned by a slap, and he looked at his mother's suddenly angry face, and became overwhelmed for a while.

"Money, money..... know money! Is money important or life important......." The corners of the mother's eyes moistened, and she glanced at the entry notice that her son was holding in her hand, and tried to restrain herself from turning her face away, sobbing in a low voice.

In the end, my mother compromised in the face of the payment slips printed with terrible numbers. It's just that this woman in her fifties made a surprising decision - she took her dementia and Ao Xiaoshu, who had only just entered elementary school, and her family moved to Tibet with Aofeng, and she made it clear that this was the only way to get her to agree.

In the middle of the night when the stars filled the night sky, they set off.

Aofeng sat in the back seat of the coach, the monotonous and tedious low railing of the highway flashing in front of him. He looked at the night sky of Tibet, and the stars followed his line of sight into the outline of the distant mountains.

Is money or life important? Aofeng took off the weight on his back and thought about it in his mind. At this time, a young hand reached over from the side and gently grasped one of his fingers......

"It's better to have money."

At that moment, Aofeng said to himself in his heart.

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Biansai's military life was not as smooth sailing as Aofeng imagined. After reporting from the army, he immediately rushed back to a local town, where the family stayed, and was their temporary 'home'.

Soon, my mother found a job here to pick wild mushroom tonic and sell them in the mountains, and my sister transferred to the only local primary school, and life was relatively peaceful. Occasionally, Aofeng can take his sister to hunt in the mountains near the town without having to carry out a mission.

"Brother, why do you say those bad guys always kill innocent people, don't they have families?" Sitting on the vast grassland of the plateau, Ao Xiaoshu raised her innocent little face, and the beautiful clouds seemed to float over her head.

He squatted down and touched his sister's head: "Bad people also have their own families, but they don't know how to cherish them." Only heroes are lonely in this world, Xiao Shu! ”

Ao Xiaoshu tilted her little head and thought about it as if she didn't understand, and suddenly she opened her immature little hand like crazy and hugged Ao Feng tightly, and said with a serious face: "Then I don't want my brother to be a hero, I want my brother to be a bad guy, the kind of bad guy with a sister!" ”

"That bad guy is going to eat Xiao Shu!" Aofeng stretched out his arms and made a gesture of a hungry tiger pounced.

Ao Xiaoshu grinned, and the silver bell-like child's voice shouted words such as 'beat the bad guy' and 'stinky brother', and picked up his powder fist and beat the latter fatly.

Under the sunset like a fiery sunset, the brother and sister enjoyed the rare joy of family life, and the breeze warmed up, which also brought a strong sense of parting.