I exclaimed, "It's so fragrant." ”

There is not a hint of hypocrisy in this statement. From the aroma of the cup of coffee in front of me, I began to believe what the bearded American said, this can of coffee beans may really be cherished, but I can't make coffee and spoil the good things.

Then I said sincerely, "Making coffee is a technical job." ”

After saying that, I picked up the coffee, enjoyed it very much, and took a small sip very tastefully. The feeling of being bitter to the base of my tongue made my expression stiffen instantly, and I couldn't help but have a reaction to squirt it out.

At this time, the fat man's slow words came to his ears: "Swallow slowly, so that you can get the purest enjoyment of drinking coffee." ”

I forgot about the bitterness of coffee and looked at him in surprise. What surprised me was not his taste, but the way he pretended to be forced, is this an era of pretending?

In fact, my taste in coffee is very popular, I am afraid that similar to most people, I will add a little milk to the brewed coffee, and sometimes add a little sugar. In this way, the taste of the coffee is very mellow, with a milky aroma, as well as the bitter aroma of the coffee, and sometimes a little sweet. It feels comfortable and does not repel it from the first sip. Today, however, the bitterness overshadows all other tastes......

I resisted the urge to squirt his face and swallowed the bitter coffee. After a moment's pause, an indescribable aroma spread from my esophagus, filling my mouth and nose with a thick and indissolvable aroma. In the brain, of course, there will be no aroma in the brain, it should be bitter, it should be a unique way of brewing coffee or the caffeine produced by the unique coffee beans, which produces an indescribable effect. My head cleared instantly.

The aroma lingers in my mouth for a long time, and I am reluctant to swallow it, for fear of swallowing it or diluting it. The second sip is still bitter, but I don't reject it anymore, and I can even get that unique coffee aroma directly from the bitterness. A line from Mr. Zhou's movie came to my mind: It reminds me of the taste of first love.

I really felt this way, the feeling of first love. It's bitter and mellow. The more bitter and mellow, the more aftertaste. At the same time, I also understand why they call it Black Sweetheart, maybe they miss their hometown, relatives and the girl in their dreams more when they are far away from their homeland.

"Isn't it a feeling of being refreshed?" The fat man said quite confidently, "Then let's continue." ”

I was struck back into my heavy memory by him, the black, suffocating underworld...... After the heat, it was cold to the bone. The hard work in the rest area, and the vigorous running of this distance, consumed all our physical strength and energy. As soon as the three of us were able to move, we huddled together and warmed ourselves around the torches. Torches filled with grease are bright and extremely hot, which can temporarily relieve our cold problems. But the torch can't provide lasting heat, because sooner or later it will have to go out, and the main thing is that it can't provide us with energy, and we need energy to keep running. We immediately rummaged through our backpacks looking for something to eat. When we set off, we each brought a bag of grilled dried fish and a jug of water. But now when I checked it, there was only one pot of water left, and the other two kettles were broken. Only half of my bag of dried fish remained, scattered in the mezzanine of my sleeping bag. Platoon Commander Zhao is still there, squad leader Liu's bag was handed over to Platoon Commander Zhao when he was hiding in the cracks, and then he came out and didn't care about it desperately, and he didn't even want his life at that time, so he still wanted it? Food was a big problem again, and we devoured it first, the half-pack of dried fish that I had groped through the mezzanine of my sleeping bag. In fact, it's almost rotten, there is no salt, no taste, and it is very unpalatable. I don't think anyone would have been able to swallow this kind of thing if they weren't hungry and had a strong desire to survive. After getting a little physical supplement, Platoon Commander Zhao immediately turned on the portable walkie-talkie. As soon as we entered the lounge area, we turned off the walkie-talkie, and we didn't want it to reveal our location. In fact, it is a miracle that we can use walkie-talkies again. After a cacophony of noise, the voice of a health soldier came from the walkie-talkie. Regarding the practice of the health soldiers rushing to speak, squad leader Zhao shouted angrily: "You shut up first, I want to talk to Captain Xiao." "The health soldiers have finally stopped. But there was no other sound coming from the walkie-talkie, no matter how platoon commander Zhao shouted, all that responded to him was the noise of "stinging, stinging, stinging". I looked at Platoon Commander Zhao anxiously and said to him, "You ask the health guard what he wants to say." Maybe he knows the situation. Platoon Commander Zhao came to his senses and shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Health soldiers, health soldiers, speak." Has Captain Xiao contacted you? At this time, the aggrieved voice of the health soldier came from the walkie-talkie: "Captain Xiao just talked to me, he couldn't contact you, and told me that something was chasing him, and he was going in." "When I heard this, I was furious, that brachiopod monster has been dragged by us, how can there be something chasing them. I grabbed the microphone and asked, "Where is he going?" What is chasing him? Were they hurt? My series of questions made the health soldier a little dazed, because there was a long pause on the microphone before the voice of the health soldier came: "I don't know, he didn't say." I was stunned. Platoon Commander Zhao suddenly jumped like thunder, grabbed my hand and directly put the microphone on his mouth and shouted, "Then what did he tell you?" Can't you pass a word? Ai Ai's incomplete voice came from the microphone, and it was obvious that Platoon Commander Zhao's words made the health soldiers nervous and at a loss. I hurriedly pushed Platoon Commander Zhao's hand away and said into the microphone, "Don't be nervous, think about it, and repeat Captain Xiao's original words to us." And how did you ask, that is, your conversation, try to maintain the speed and tone of your speech at the time. "Now the health soldier is clear." Think about it. Soon he continued: "At the beginning, Captain Xiao called the names of Platoon Leader Zhao and Zhang Jianqiang on the walkie-talkie. A total of seven or eight shouts, that's how they shouted. From the microphone, the health soldier deliberately imitated Xiao Guolin's voice, which didn't look like it at all from the tone and timbre, but we could feel that he was imitating Xiao Guolin while lowering his voice. I listened patiently, and Platoon Commander Zhao was also suppressed by me with gestures, and I told him with my mouth: Bear with me, you have no better way. He was immediately deflated. Yes, in this case, tantrums will not solve the problem. Until there is no better way, there is a way to do it.

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