Hai finally went to be a soldier, not willingly, he was able to become a soldier in the end, to a large extent, because he injected a lot of ideals into being a soldier.

Because of Lin's lesson, my father didn't feel embarrassed about the sea at all. At that time, Hai wanted to study Chinese at the university. Because he went to the Chinese department, he read novels and idle books. Influenced by his mother since childhood, Hai gradually fell in love with literature. Hai has been writing a diary since he was in junior high school. When I was in high school, I began to write poems and essays and send them to newspapers and magazines. At that time, newspapers and magazines were very prosperous, and no matter what was published, hundreds of thousands of people were reading a magazine. It was then that the dream of the sea as a writer began to germinate. As a result, most of the manuscripts are mud cows entering the sea, and occasionally they can also receive rejection letters from the editorial department, and the format and tone of the letters are the same. Fortunately, in the year of graduating from Hai High School, a small poem was finally published in the city's newspaper and published on the ass of the last page. This is the biggest harvest of the sea, this kind of harvest, the arrogant sea has not slept well for several nights. He took the newspaper and flipped it over to read it. In his hand, he already thinks of himself as a poet, and even when he walks down the street, he feels like a celebrity, as if everyone can recognize him, or call his name. In those days, the sea was in a state of fever.

The first thing to tell about this great achievement of the sea was the mother, who held the newspaper with the work of the sea, her hands trembled, and she said over and over again: My son is good, my son is a poet.

When Jing read the newspaper, she seemed very calm, she looked at the sea very deeply, hummed, and said nothing. Hai looked very disappointed, pulled Jing, and let Jing express some thoughts on this poem. Jing didn't have any feelings, but said: This is also a poem? If this kind of poem is published, I can write ten poems a day.

Hai ignored Jing's words, he thought that Jing couldn't eat grapes and said sour words, so he naturally didn't take Jing's words to heart. Hai encouraged himself a thousand times in his heart and said: I am determined to be this writer.

My father was the last to know about the poems that the sea had published. When Hai published the poem, he didn't tell his father at all, first, he didn't dare, he was afraid that his father would scold him for not doing his job; The second reason is that he feels that what he said is also in vain, because his father does not understand it at all. So, my father was the last to know.

My father first felt that there was an atmosphere in the house that was wrong these days, and my mother and Hai were holding a newspaper and muttering and pointing, and my father thought that there was any major news in the newspaper, such as fighting or preparing for war, and he thought that the family was hiding something from him. It wasn't until Hai went to school and his mother went out to buy groceries that his father got the opportunity to sneak into Hai's room and easily found the newspaper on the table. With the astuteness of an old soldier, my father grabbed the newspaper in his hand, and slipped back to his room with greater speed, put on his reading glasses, and looked at the first word of the newspaper until the last page, and found nothing new. He knew a lot of news from radio and television, so what was new about such a newspaper? He thinks it's Mother and Hai playing with themselves. The father got angry and crumpled the newspaper and threw it in the wastebasket.

In the evening, the sea returned. What my father didn't expect was that as soon as Hai came back, he began to look for the newspaper, and he couldn't eat it, so he jumped up and down the ground upstairs and downstairs. Later, when my mother learned that the newspaper was missing, she put down her chopsticks and stopped eating, so she and Hai worked together to find the newspaper.

The father then got up and went back to his room, took back the crumpled newspaper, patted the table, and said, "That's what you're looking for?"

Mother and Hai found the newspaper and let out a long breath. The mother was very dissatisfied with her father's contempt for the sea, and unfolded the newspaper and said to her father: Open your dog's eyes and see, this is a poem written by our son, and it has been published, is it easy?

Only then did my father see the poetry of the sea. In the morning, he also read it, but it was only ten lines at a glance, and he didn't remember much. This time, I heard that it was written by the sea, so I read it very carefully, and after reading it for a long time, I didn't see any fame, so my father said: "Pure calves." Then he spread the newspaper on the table, took out a matchbox and compared it to the lines, and the father came to a conclusion: Your newspaper butt is not as big as a matchbox, that is, a stuffy fart.

The father was amused by his parable, and laughed heartily. The father's metaphor and laughter took a big blow to Hai's pride, and Hai blushed and pulled the newspaper back to his room. The mother quit and quarreled with the father with a white face.

Mother said, "You old thing, do you talk like that?"

Before my father could figure out which cloud was raining, he asked innocently, "What's wrong?" You want to be with me again, don't you?

The mother felt that everything was nonsense, and finally said: you can ignore the existence of the sea, but you cannot insult his personality.

This sentence sounded to my father, and it was undoubtedly on the line, which made the problem serious and expanded. My father said with a puzzled face: Personality, what personality? He did some, and I haven't talked about him yet, but I'm not at all.

The mother no longer paid attention to the father, and she went into the room of the sea, and the mother and son comforted each other. Leaving his father alone in the living room, he watched the TV news and the weather forecast, and then felt that there was nothing to do, so he walked in the living room over and over again with his hands behind his back, and looked at the sea while walking, and finally "hummed" and went upstairs.

Since then, Hai has regarded himself as a literati, and his dress is also close to that of the literati of the thirties, often making a white scarf or something around his neck, keeping long hair, and shaking it when he speaks. Most of his mind was devoted to writing poems that were out of tune, in his father's words. Hai sometimes read some mathematics, physics and chemistry, and gradually became indifferent to it.

My mother often compared the sea with the maple of the year, and my mother always said: She saw the shadow of the maple in the sea again. The mother's first love was too deep for the mother. It was so profound that she couldn't forget it for the rest of her life. With this mentality, my mother cared about the sea and encouraged the sea, which played a role in fueling the fate of the sea in the future.

The mother encouraged the sea like this: Son, how noble it is to be a writer, so many people read your books, how happy. Son, you will become a writer in the future, and you will also write a book of "Dream of Red Mansions" or something in the future.

The sea undoubtedly became a kind of embodiment of beauty in the eyes of the mother. Half of it is maple, and half of it is the dream that I didn't realize. The only thing is that the mother ignores the independent and objective existence of the sea in this society.

In this way, Hai graduated from high school. In the eighties of the twentieth century, the competition in the college entrance examination was extremely cruel. The result can be imagined, the sea college entrance examination failed.

This time, the father did not interfere with the future of the sea. Serving in the army and going to college is completely at the hands of his mother. Perhaps the sea has already decided its fate. Hai dreamed of being admitted to the Chinese department of the university, and as a result, Hai's college entrance examination score was a few tens of points away from the admission score line. The cruel reality made both Hai and his mother open their mouths wide. The two men were at a loss, they locked themselves in the room of the sea, hugged each other, and wept bitterly.

When my father learned of this result, he seemed very calm, and there was some excitement behind his calmness, and then he said over and over again: What is it? How? Hmph, I expected that. Talking about calves all day long, what to do, what to eat, what's not enough, what's the matter?

The mother, who had no way out of the sea and the mountains and rivers, looked at the father with a blank eye. Father knew what they were going to say, but Father didn't say it, he had to let Hai and Mother say it. After decades of running-in between his father and his mother, he learned to be smart. Hai really has no way out at present, there are three ways in front of him, one is to study, to participate in next year's college entrance examination, but Hai and his mother know in their hearts that according to this level and foundation, let alone review for one year, and two more years of study may not be able to be admitted to the Chinese Department. That's the end of the first road. The second way is to be unemployed, let Hai join the army of unemployed, when there will be a job is difficult to say, from the dream of being a writer to the unemployed youth how far this ideal and reality, mother and Hai are not clear. The third way is to follow in the footsteps of Lin and Jing and go as soldiers. The big family of the People's Liberation Army is a big school, this is what Mao ** said, and it is still the truth. Hai and his mother weighed it again and again, and felt that this was the best way out. Moreover, at that time, Hai seemed very impulsive, he read a lot of books, and remembered one sentence: if you want to be a writer, you must break thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. There is still time to break 10,000 books, and to travel 10,000 miles is to go as far as possible. As a soldier, you can leave your home and go far away. Hai also believes that being a writer does not have to go to university, a literary master as big as Gorky has never gone to university, society is a good university for him, and Hai should learn from Gorky.

The father saw what Hai and Mother were about to say, and they were unable to speak for a while. My father sold Guan Zi and said: If you have something to say, let it go, if you don't say it, I can go upstairs to sleep.

After saying that, he also sighed, and he really wanted to go upstairs.

The sea finally couldn't hold it anymore, and said with a red face: Dad, I want to be a soldier.

Father glanced at the sea, then looked at it again, and then laughed and said: Sure enough, I guessed it. Good! If you know today, why bother in the first place?

The second half of my father's words refers to the days when the sea lights up and stays up all night.

My father pointed to the map of the country behind him and said, "Where do you want to be a soldier?"

Hai was so impulsive that he pointed to the map behind his father and said, "The farther away the better."

He slapped Xinjiang with one slap.

Father said: Xinjiang is good! That was the outpost of the Motherland. That's it.

My father seemed to be afraid of Hai and regretted it, so he immediately grabbed the phone and contacted his comrades-in-arms in Xinjiang, asking them to find a way to leave a conscription quota for Hai. In those days, conscription had already begun.