My pump room seemed to be quite popular. Just the day after the old man came, I was still looking forward to the old man continuing to appear with joy, but the old man did not show up, and I was a little disappointed.

Although he was not familiar with the old man, he felt that the old man was very cute after chatting yesterday. He really wanted to chat with him for a while, but unfortunately he didn't come.

Just when I was bored alone, I suddenly heard the cow shouting again, "Hey, the old man is here." I shouted excitedly, "Old man, is it you?"

"Sorry, it's me." When I heard the sound was wrong, I quickly turned my head and saw that it was an army brother who was about the same age as me. He rushed a few cows to my pump room like the old man yesterday.

Oh, remember, this is the comrades in the army company opposite our naval barracks. They also farm here. It seems that the guy who grazed cattle is like me, and he is also a master who can't work in farming.

Thinking of this, I smiled and said hello: "Hello, comrade-in-arms, come and have a rest."

The army comrades came over with a smile and shook hands with me and said, "Hello, Navy Big Brother, thank you for taking it in."

I waved my hand and said, "Hey, what are you taking in? I'm bored alone. You're just here and you're here to have a companion."

The army comrades sat down and asked, "What's going on with the old man you just called?"

So I described the conversation with the old man yesterday. When I mentioned that my father was a veteran of the Third Field Army and had participated in the Huaihai Battle, the Crossing River Battle and the Shanghai Battle, the army comrades widened their eyes and looked at me, which made me very surprised.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" I asked a question.

"Oh, hehe, I'm sorry, we're destined to be together. My dad is also from the Third Field."

I was slightly stunned: "Where are you from?"

"From Changning District, Shanghai." As soon as his words came out, my eyes widened and I said, "Don't you say your dad is from the Shanghai Security District, right?"

He lowered his head and smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "I'm right, my dad is from the Guard District Hospital."

"85 Hospital?" I asked excitedly.

He stared at me and said, "You won't say that your dad is from the 85th Hospital, right?"

I waved my hand and said, "Hey, there is no such coincidence. If we were from the same unit, why wouldn't we know each other? I said that when I was sick, I was hospitalized in the pediatric department of the 85th Hospital when I was a child."

Too many coincidences and too many similar experiences made the distance between us much closer. We sat side by side on the edge of the canal, rolled up our trousers and let our naked feet soak in the water.

"Why do you want to join the army?" the army comrade asked me with his head tilted.

Yes, why did I join the army? I fell into memories before joining the army.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" The words of the army comrades interrupted my memories. I smiled apologetically and said, "I joined the army for my dad."

My words made him smile again, and I joked with a slight smile: "Are you a soldier for your father?"

He shook his head and said, "The opposite of me is my father. I came out to join the army because I was angry with my father." I sighed and said, "Oh, there are not much goals. This is the sorrow of descendants of our soldiers."

He pushed me with his elbow and said, "Can you tell me?"

I asked him back: "Do you know why I came out of Chongming to join the army?"

The army comrades took over the topic and said, "That's right, I heard from several Shanghai fellow villagers in the company that the Shanghai fellow villagers in the navy opposite were from Chongming, but I just thought you didn't look like Chongming people. What's going on?"

I looked into the distance and said slowly: "My father transferred to Chongming Farm in October last year and happened to meet recruitment. Because he had just fought a war with Vietnam and had soldiers on my father's farm participated in the self-defense counterattack, it was particularly difficult to recruit soldiers this year. So my father sent a jeep to the division headquarters where I live, took me to Chongming, and asked me to be the first to sign up for the army, and then..."

The army comrades patted my shoulder as a comfort, and we were both silent. I pulled off a willow branch that was hanging from my head and put it in my mouth, thinking about my own thoughts.

The cicadas on the tree began to scream endlessly. I picked up a stone in annoyance and threw it at the treetops. The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

I remembered something for a long time: "Hey, buddy, it's your turn to say it."

He lowered his head and smiled and said, "I thought you forgot."

Then he took his feet out of the canal, placed his feet on the cement wall, and placed his hands on his knees, and told his story in a heavy mood.

He told me that his academic performance was pretty good and he was confident of getting into college. But his father, a soldier, hoped that he would take the military academy, and his son would inherit his father's business in the future and become a professional soldier, while his mother, who was a doctor, hoped that he would take the medical university and become a doctor in the future. His parents would not give in, which made him upset.

Originally he had his own ideas. He liked literature and hoped to be admitted to the literature department of college, and to enter a professional literary group in the future to be a screenwriter or writer. However, his idea was fiercely opposed by his father, thinking that this was not what a young man should do, like a slut. So he had a big fight with his father and took the college entrance examination with the idea of ​​leaving his parents' control, and he was only three points away in the end.

When the recruitment began, his father issued an order to join the army to him, who was idle at home. He signed up without saying a word. As a result, hehe... we were together...

Suddenly I felt that we were really a pair of poor guys, with the same family background, the same growth experience, and even the same experience of being a soldier. Now, we have become a farmer who is farming. Oh, my life...

I untied the kettle on my body, unscrewed the lid and said, "Come on, buddy, for our fate and for our tomorrow, I will use water instead of wine to dry one."

He also untied the kettle and opened the lid and said, "Cheers to our unyielding fate!" The two of our kettles collided with each other with a "bang", and raised their necks and a big mouthful of water. "Puff...", Damn, the water was so hot that it was smoked by the weather.

He asked me another thoughtful question: "Do you hate your dad now?"

I said contradictoryly: "I hate him, nor do I hate him. I hate him because you, my military fathers are equally domineering and will not consider our own feelings and ideas at all. In their eyes, we are their accessories, and everything must be listened to them and developed according to the route they designed. They will not understand that we are also independent people, so I hate him, especially after just after the freshness of the army, when facing the difficult life of the army, I hate him the most. I said I don't hate him because in the past six months I have been away from my hometown and my parents and relatives and started an independent life. No matter how hard or tired it is, it is always an experience in life. I think with this hardship experience and the spirit of joining the army, I will not be afraid wherever I go in the future, just like you said, don't surrender to fate."

He held my hand and said, "That's great. You said it to my heart. Just like I thought about it, I thought so too. Maybe we will thank my father for his good intentions many years later, but the current process is painful and tormenting."

I shook my hand and said, "Have it over, it will be dawn with the rising sun."

He laughed and said, "It seems that not only I am a literary youth, but you are too."

I stood up and opened my arms and read aloud to the end of Gorky's "Haiyan": "——Storm! The storm is coming!"

The army comrades also stood up and opened their arms and read aloud: "This is the brave sea swallow, flying proudly in the roaring sea, in the middle of lightning; this is the victorious prophet shouting: "

We both read aloud at the same time: "—Let the storm come more violently!"

We both laughed and had an intimate hug. It seemed that we were really soulmates.

Zhang Xin came to deliver the meal again. In addition to bringing me lunch boxes, he also packed five or six white steamed buns and salted duck eggs with his shoulders. This was what he was going to give to the veteran, but unfortunately he didn't come. So I asked the army comrades: "How do you solve the problem of lunch? Should we make do with each other?"

He smiled and said to me, "No one comes to deliver food. I will go back to eat. I won't come in the afternoon. I will stand guard and rest for a while in the evening."

It's really weird. I'm also on guard tonight. I jokingly said, "Our fate has a long history. I'm facing you. I'll also be on guard tonight. What time do you have to do?"

He smiled and shook his head and stretched out a finger and said, "One to three o'clock, what about you when you are the most tiring time?"

I was about to answer, but Zhang Xin, who was standing by, answered first: "I am the same as you, from one to three o'clock, and he is from one o'clock to one o'clock."

After saying that, he grinned and asked me, "How about it? Why don't we change and let you brothers continue to talk, but you are at a disadvantage. First, I will declare that I am not taking advantage of you."

I waved my hand generously: "Stop talking nonsense, that's it. Let's change the job, I'm happy."

At one o'clock in the evening, I took over Zhang Xin's post on time and walked towards the river with a steel gun on my back. This is where my army brothers and I made an appointment to meet.

Sure enough, next to the stream at the junction of our Navy and the Army Barracks opposite, I met him again, who was very close to him during the day. He was wearing a steel helmet, a bullet belt and a grenade bag on his back. I smiled at the sight: "Why did you get it like you were on the battlefield? It's so hard to bear so much weight in such hot weather."

He joked humorously: "Comrade, you can't use bayonets, and we have to rely on our infantry to solve the battle."

I asked in confusion: "Aren't you also farming soldiers? Will you let you go up to fight?"

He said with a serious expression: "You don't know, we are in the field army sequence, we just go up. Are we still fighting in the south? We really don't know when we will start."

I took a breath, beloved, is this possible?

We chatted with the stream through a barbed wire, but the sentry's duty did not allow us to stay here forever, so every once in a while, we would walk around the respective patrol cordons and return to continue chatting.

He looked up at the starry sky for a while, then suddenly turned his head and said to me, "Look at how beautiful the moonlight is tonight. If one day I become a meteor in the sky, I hope you remember me."

I pointed at him and said, "What nonsense, didn't you say you didn't surrender to fate? We all have to live well."

He said lightly: "There are a lot of news recently. I always feel that we may be on the way. This time it's time for me to prove to my father that I'm not a coward."

After saying that, he smiled at me: "A person's life should be spent like this: When a person looks back on the past, he will not regret wasting his years..."

I flashed my mind the famous saying "How Steel Is Made" by Ostrovsky, and I continued to read it gently with a little sadness: "I am not ashamed of being mediocre; in this way, when he was dying, I could say that I devoted my whole life and all my energy to the most precious cause in my life."

He lowered his voice and said, "--Strive for the liberation of mankind." After that, he saluted me a solemn military salute, and I stood up to him to salute him. Under the moonlight, I saw the tears flowing on his face, and when I reached out to touch my face, it was also wet.

It really made him say that one night soon, when I was standing guard again, I witnessed their entire company gathering urgently and embarking on the journey to fight for the country. That moment is always frozen in my mind and will become eternal!
Chapter completed!