The high-speed rail has developed four links, and highways connect every city together. Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen are well-known in the world.

The four Asian dragons in the past were all trampled by China, and this giant dragon has taken off.

In any city, you can go out to eat skewers at any time in the middle of the night without worrying about being robbed. The domestic security environment is the best in the world.

Ordinary people can make choices when they eat, and they can also make choices when they travel. As long as they are not lazy, they can always make their lives prosperous.

This is enough. What else do you need to be a commoner? If society can be stable and you don’t have to worry about personal safety, is there anything better than this?

We were not born in a peaceful era, but fortunately we were born in a peaceful country, and this peace was made of blood.

Ge Zhen walked around and walked around. When he walked into the shopping mall, his eyes were dazzled; when he walked into the streets and alleys, his saliva was flowing down, and there was delicious food everywhere; when he came to the square, he saw young parents feeding pigeons with their cute children with smiles, and the elderly were dancing square dance there...

When he saw this scene, he thought of the war in Syria and the children who picked up food from the trash can in a stray bullet.

value!

Ge Zhen smiled, he thought it was worth it.

At this moment, he saw a recruitment promotional video played on the big screen of the mall: neatly sequels, fighter planes flying into the sky, warships going into the sea, and artillery overwhelmingly...

"It's so shocking, no, I have to join the army this year." A young man next to him made an excited voice.

"What are you doing in the army? How tired?" said the companion.

"You don't understand." The boy stared at the screen and said, "Men, you have to be a soldier once, and you have to defend your country once!"

"My grass, brother, stop making trouble. Are you still defending your country? Stop talking. It's not your turn to defend your country, haha."

"Why is it not my turn?" the young man asked loudly.

"Now, everything about defending the country is nonsense. Just live your own life. Don't talk about defending the country, it's a headache. Also, you often get in..."

"You know nothing!"

“…”

The two teenagers left, and Ge Zhen smiled.

In this era, defending the country is no longer a glory, and I don’t know when it became a noun that was despised.

But this is normal. Everyone has their own ideas, but there is always a group of people who are burning blood.

Suddenly, Ge Zhen turned around and walked quickly, followed the two teenagers, and looked at the boy who wanted to defend his country with his complete right eyes.

"The body is smooth, like a little cheetah." Ge Zhen said to himself: "It is okay to train well, but this is not the key."

The key is how this little guy is and how capable he can bear it.

Anyone can go to the army, but if you want to become a good soldier, it depends on your personality. This is the basic factor of how far you can go.

Ge Zhen had a whim, but it was not an absolute whim. He had been a squad leader and knew what the squad leader of the army needed to do - leaving good soldiers for the army.

This is a completely different thing between him and Long Xiaoqi and Xiao Yuanchao, that is, he was once a real grassroots squad leader.

Following the two teenagers separated. The teenager who wanted to defend his country walked along the road alone. When he passed by the bus stop several times, he just took a look, then squeezed his palms and continued to move forward.

He walked for nearly ten kilometers before he came downstairs to a dilapidated residential building. But he did not go upstairs, but sat in the garden downstairs with a confused look in his eyes.

"Do you smoke?" Ge Zhen walked over and sat opposite the boy.

"Take it!" The young man glanced at him and stretched out his hand.

Ge Zhen took out a cigarette and handed him a piece of it, and lit it for him.

"I thought it was interesting when I was in the mall just now." Ge Zhen said with a smile: "I see, when you pass by the bus stop, you are tired and eager in your eyes, and then you pinch your right fist tightly."

The boy looked at Ge Zhen again, spit out smoke skillfully, spread his right hand clenched with his fists, revealing the 50 cent coins pinched inside.

"I only have 50 cents to take the bus." The boy said.

"You can get on the bus first, and you can throw a 50 cents to tell the driver." Ge Zhen said.

"But I don't allow it myself." The boy smiled while smoking a cigarette: "If you have one dollar, do one dollar, and if you have fifty cents, do fifty cents. Brother, it's not that I'm not smart enough, but I don't like that."

Hearing this sentence, Ge Zhen's eyes lit up.

In fact, you can take the bus for 50 cents. Just show a smile to the driver and talk to him carefully. I believe no one will refuse.

But the boy would rather walk more than ten kilometers than take advantage of this, which only shows one problem: he respects his own personality very much.

This kind of person has a very strong self-esteem, and this self-esteem is his motivation to move forward.

"Why are you so poor? Your family doesn't give you money?" Ge Zhen smiled and said, "Or did you use all your money to check in a room?"

"I have no money to open my body." The boy leaned against the pillar and bit a cigarette and looked at the sky: "My parents divorced when I was ten years old. I was sentenced to my father and my brother was sentenced to my mother. Because my mother hated my father very much, and I hated me together. When I was eleven, I went home and didn't even enter the house, and my mother drove out..."

Ge Zhen was stunned for a moment.

When his parents divorced at the age of ten, they went to his mother's place at the age of eleven, but because of the matter of the previous generation, they would definitely cause great harm to the child.

"Cry all the way?" Ge Zhen asked.

"Well." The boy didn't care, so he sucked the cigarette hard and said with a smile: "My dad found another one, and the one he found brought his son here. The house is small and there is only one bed in the small bedroom. I was wondering whether I should squeeze into bed or work on the floor? After I got back, I had to cook, wash the pot and wash dishes, and my mother couldn't make a sound, otherwise I would just shy my face. There was no place for me to do dog grass!"

In a divorced family, you cannot feel the love of your parents or the existence of your family. This is the current situation of a teenager.

"Can you fight?" Ge Zhen asked.

"I have been fighting since I was a child." The young man smiled and said, "What should I do if I don't fight? Faced with ridicule?"

"Do you want to join the army?" Ge Zhen asked again.

"I want to!" said the boy, but he lifted his pants and pointed at a scar on his leg and said, "I can't be beaten."

"I have a talent." Ge Zhen nodded.

"Okay, I won't be nonsense with you anymore. I have to go back to serve people." The boy threw away the cigarette butt and stood up: "Brother, thank you for your cigarette."

"What's your name?" Ge Zhen asked again.

"Bingfeng." The young man replied.

"Bingfeng?" Ge Zhen smiled.

"Don't think about soldiers, the third voice of the year." The boy corrected.

"I'm thinking about the soldiers here." Ge Zhen asked with a smile.

"Hey, whatever, anyway, there are not many people who can pronounce my surname according to the normal pronunciation."

"Do you want to join the army?"

"Think about it!" Bingfeng blurted out.

"What should I do if I die?" Ge Zhen pinched his chin and teased his eyes.

"Damn, you should ask what to do if you don't die." Bingfeng glared at Ge Zhen: "Can the troops die now? If I go to the troops that can die, I will be the master as long as I come back alive!"

"Is this your original intention of joining the army?"

"Hey, why can't I get back all the bullying I had in the past when I have the strength?" Bingfeng said, holding the 50-cent coin and "Do you know what this coin is useful? After I go back, I have to offer it, three incense sticks a day."

"Hahahaha..." Ge Zhen laughed: "Do you have any evidence?"

"Yes, a lot of them." Bingfeng waved his hand: "If you are a spy, don't waste time on me. I only know that our math teachers like to wear black lace underwear, and they are smaller because they look bigger."

Ge Zhen watched the other party leave, sat in the garden and took out his cell phone to dial a string of numbers.

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Chapter completed!