200

After leaving the corps, it was already the lights. Xiao Yu stretched his waist and looked at the flashing neon lights on the street and exclaimed: "The city is still beautiful, not like ours, with a radius of hundreds of miles away."

Du Lei covered his stomach and complained: "I'll talk about it if you're beautiful for a while, feed your stomach first and appreciate it. Now that I'm hungry, I have no strength to talk, so I can't even feel the mood to appreciate that."

They found a snack shop nearby to fill their stomachs. When they walked back, Liu Long stopped in a karaoke hall and quietly whispered Fugui: "Fugui, it's dark anyway, how about we sing a song inside? To be honest, I have only heard of this thing, and I have never been in."

Xiao Yu's steps also slowed down, and hesitated for a moment and said, "Come on, we are wearing military uniforms, it doesn't seem appropriate to go in. Besides, we are so angry that we can't scare everyone away. If you want me to say it's better to hurry up." Although he said that, his steps were getting slower and slower, and finally he stopped.

Du Lei smiled and teased, "Why can't you walk anymore? Do you want to go in too? I really have a way to go in if I want to go in."

Xiaoyu turned around and looked at him and asked anxiously: "What are you doing? Let's hear it."

Fugui realized that the three of them could not resist the temptation and was moved. He didn't know what bad idea he was going to come up with, so he pushed Xiaoyu to interrupt Du Lei: "Stop messing around, this is the corps. If we are caught by the picket, we can't afford to take care of it."

Xiaoyu broke free from Fugui and said, "Why are you pushing me? I didn't plan to go in. I'll let him tell me what good idea is right?"

Fugui knew that the three of them were going to cause trouble again, but he couldn't stop them, so he had to signal Du Lei to say it out. Du Lei pretended to be mysterious and pointed at the front and said, "Did you see it? That's a clothing store. Can't we just buy a casual outfit and put it in?"

After hearing this, Liu Long almost jumped up, and happily raised his thumb and praised: "I knew you have many ideas. In this way, I'll buy clothes. You can wait for me in the car first, and then change clothes in the car later."

Fugui hurriedly grabbed him: "You are really going? If you are caught, it will be a big trouble."

They were pulling, and a passing figure stopped beside them: "Hey, Fugui? Why are you? What are you doing?"

Fugui turned around and saw that it was Yang Jing!

Xiaoyu hurriedly let go of Fugui, sorted out his clothes, and enthusiastically greeted him: "Yang Jing? Is it you? Why are you here?"

Yang Jing smiled slightly, pointed to the front and said, "My home is not far away. When did you come? Are you...?

Xiaoyu scratched his scalp awkwardly and said with a dry smile: "We plan... no, they have to go to this Karaoke Hall to check out. I don't agree. Isn't this just criticizing them?" After saying that, he glanced at Liu Long, put his waist on his back and pretended to be righteous and righteous, "I said, we just can't go to this place. Can soldiers enter this place? Doesn't this affect our soldiers' image?"

Yang Jing covered her mouth and smiled, looked back at the karaoke hall and said, "You can't go to this place, there are many pickets here. In this way, let's talk to the cafe in front. You heroes have come to my territory and I'll treat you."

The cafe is very quiet, with guests in groups of three or three whispering under the orange lights, and a musician stood there holding a violin and playing a melodious music, giving people a feeling of detail and gentleness.

Fugui had never been to this place. He looked at his military uniform and felt that it was inconsistent with the environment here. Xiaoyu found an empty seat to help Yang Jing pull out the chair and waved his hand gentlemanly: "Yang Jing, please sit down."

Du Lei pulled Xiaoyu away and squeaked at Fugui and smiled: "The place here is too small, Fugui, you can sit here, let's find another place to sit."

Fugui grabbed them embarrassedly: "Let's sit together, they are all comrades..."

Xiaoyu looked at Du Lei suspiciously: "What are you doing? Yang Jing still has something to say to me..."

Du Lei couldn't let him say that and pulled him aside. Yang Jing saw them walking away and smiled: "You comrades are still like this, you are so straightforward everywhere you go. I really like them."

After ordering coffee, she sighed gently and asked slowly, "Fugui, are you...you are you doing now?"

Fugui avoided her melancholy gaze and nodded and said, "It's pretty good."

Yang Jing took the coffee brought by the waiter, stirred it absent-mindedly with a spoon, and looked up at him: "Fugui, you have never been married, right? You don't have to lie to me, I will know the lies you told Ye Zi by looking at your eyes."

Fugui didn't dare to look directly at her clear eyes, and he listened to the musician playing a sad music intoxicatedly. He didn't like such a sad music, because his heart would be brought into those passing vicissitudes. He silently lit a cigarette, took a few sips before suddenly remembering: "Can I smoke?"

Yang Jing was still staring at him and nodded and said, "Yes. Fugui, are you in your heart right?" She pondered for a moment: "I think she should be a very beautiful and cute girl." After that, she gently added a few pieces of candy to the coffee.

Fugui looked at the white candy cubes splashing in the coffee, and suddenly felt an unbearable feeling in his heart. He could not tell the origin of this feeling, nor did he dare to find the answer. He just felt a faint melancholy in his heart. He suddenly remembered the most beautiful time in the past, and he remembered the swallow's expectant eyes, the oath under the moonlight, and the sweetness of staring. All of this was so real and so far away to him.

Everyone needs to talk, and wealth is no exception. He suddenly felt that there was a lot of things in his heart to say. He gently talked about swallows to Yang Jing, as if he had returned to the past years and saw the familiar and gentle swallows... Those days were a dream for wealth, a dream mixed with warmth and cold, lightness and heaviness, happiness and sorrow, so long and far away, but so hurry and short.

Perhaps, people will never be able to escape from all the memories of the past. Although those past events have always been treasured in their hearts, they sometimes depend on them like shadows, and the sourness will inadvertently hurt his heart.

Until he finished speaking, he felt a little relaxed, as if someone helped him move away a stone that had been pressing in his heart.

Yang Jing's eyes that were not dry with tears were filled with sadness and admiration. She said softly: "Sister Yanzi left like this?"

Fugui silently bounced the ash into the ashtray and sighed and said, "Do you know? Now sometimes I dream about her standing alone in the wild, those eyes...those eyes just looked at me..." He choked and could not continue, because his heart was bleeding and felt a stinging pain.

Yang Jing turned her head and looked out the window and murmured, "I really don't know if Sister Yan Zi should feel happy or sad. Although she has left, there is still someone who loves her deeply. I think," she bit her lips gently and took a sip of coffee casually and said, "Fugui, if Sister Yan Zi has a spirit in the sky, she will definitely not want you to live like this alone. She loves you so much, and I will definitely hope that you will live a happy and happy life in the future." After saying that, Ming Ruqiu Shui's eyes looked at Fugui gently: "Life is beautiful, and this world is still full of love. Why do you have to bury yourself in the melancholy of the past? If you..."

Fugui understood what she meant, but since the swallow left, his heart was as bitter as a dry tree, and he felt that he had no passion anymore. He understood Yang Jing's feelings for him, but that emotion became a heavy burden in his heart. He shook his head and sighed, "I can't walk out, I can't hold anyone else except her!"

Yang Jing looked at him quietly, as if she wanted to read something from his eyes, but in the end she was disappointed. She looked at Fugui sadly and finally sighed.

Fugui escaped Yang Jing's eyes. He felt that something was slowly eroding from her eyes. He wanted to leave here. He looked at his watch, picked up the coffee and drank it all, stood up and smiled far-fetchedly at Yang Jing: "We should leave, take care of it."

"Oh," Yang Jing looked at him, a trace of loss flashing through her eyes, but she soon smiled: "Goodbye. You... take care of yourself too."

201

The spring in the Gobi Desert is always so short, and it seems that you have not felt the joy of spring yet. The scorching sun in summer is already showing its might in the empty Gobi Desert, and the strong sunlight burns the earth. The mirages are radiating on the distant ground, hazy in the scenery in the distance, like a huge brazier burning, as if to burn the already extremely sparse plants here.

Fugui practiced the subject of falling shooting. He slid down the sixth floor along the rope and hit two targets on the ground one after another. He was about to aim at the third one, but suddenly he saw Sun Yuguang not far away. Although under the scorching sun, he lowered his head and squatted there motionlessly, and the camouflage on his body was sweating.

Fugui put away his gun and walked over, patted his shoulder: "Hey, what's wrong? Hey, is there any heatstroke?"

Sun Yuguang waved his left hand and still lowered his head: "No, my nose is bleeding, please help me find some paper."

Fugui squatted down and saw a red blood on the ground. His nose was still dripping with blood. Fugui touched his pocket, but the tissues were all wet with sweat. He handed them to Sun Yuguang helplessly: "It's a pity that it's all wet, so you can make do with it first."

Sun Yuguang took it and wiped it for a while and threw it away: "Is this still useful? Hurry up and find more."

Fugui stood up and saw Du Lei sitting next to the training ground constantly wiping the sweat on his face, so he walked over and asked, "Leizi, do you have any paper?"

"What are you doing?" Du Lei glanced at Sun Yuguang who was squatting there, took off his clothes and twisted his sweat hard, and said with a smile: "I have seen him bleeding from his nose a long time ago. Don't worry, it's just that he's getting angry and can't die. The bleeding he shed is useless blood, and it's good for the body to flow."

"Barring," Fugui glared at him angrily: "That can't always make him bleed, right?"

Du Lei smiled awkwardly, but when he saw Fugui getting angry, he reluctantly fumbled out of his pocket for a while, and finally took out a piece of paper, put it on his lips and kissed Fugui gently, and glanced at Fugui: "This is my idol, look, it's a Hong Kong star. I bought this photo for several yuan in the provincial capital." After hesitating for a while, he handed it to Sun Yuguang.

Sun Yuguang took the paper and pinched it and cursed: "What's your intention? This is 70 grams of coated paper, which is sharper than a knife. Do you want to murder me?" After saying that, he threw the paper far away: "Come on, I'd better go wash it yourself." After saying that, he leaned over and ran a few steps, turned around and glared at Du Lei.

Du Lei pointed at him and was so angry: "Is there anyone who said that? Liming, help me teach him a lesson."

Liming, who was walking over, stopped Sun Yuguang: "Brother, what's wrong? Is this a bite by a dog kissing a dog?" After saying that, he laughed: "Look at that bear-like look, it seems that he had just eaten a dead pig."

Du Lei ran over and picked up the paper, carefully wiped it and hid it in his arms, and came back to look at Liming gratefully: "Good thing, I know you're good enough!"

Li Ming lifted his clothes and wiped his sweat, hugged Du Lei and said, "Okay, since I am so good, you have to repay me, right? In this way, you have to wash my clothes for half a month, and I will always talk to you in the future."

"Blassie?" Yang Aiguo and Liu Long also surrounded him: "Are you still doing laundry now? I heard that the condolences team came to condolences after two days. Then the actresses will help us wash them. We have to prepare them for them, so we will be disappointed. Haha, to be honest, I have saved several of them."

"Tell you a piece of unfortunate news." Li Ming looked at their expressions mysteriously and said word by word: "Because of... due to special circumstances, the condolence group cannot come."

"Ah? Really fake?" Liu Long looked at him in disbelief: "If you can't say you won't come, you won't come? Why, I'm still waiting to see the performance."

Li Ming glanced at him: "Don't do your job properly! Our main task is to do a good job of training. Is it to watch the performance?" After saying that, he looked at everyone and said: "The political commissar's order: This year's August 1st Condolences Group performance will be cancelled and we will hold a party by ourselves. By the way, I have also assigned me to go to the provincial capital to buy things tomorrow. Who would you like to sign up? The number of places is limited."

Du Lei, who was sitting on the ground resting, felt energetic when he heard this, got up from the ground, held Liming's hand intimately and smiled silly: "Liming, are you really going to the provincial capital? I am the first to sign up."

"You?" Li Ming glanced at him arrogantly: "I'm sorry, you have no chance. Tomorrow you will set up a stage for your comrades. Who told you to understand electricians? Haha, this is the arrangement of the political commissar."

Du Lei was speechless for a moment, his face turned red, and he said angrily: "Why? You can all go, just leave me?"

Li Ming smiled wickedly: "Then I can't do anything about it. This is the order of the political commissar. Okay, who else will go? Sign up quickly."

Du Lei stood aside and watched everyone enviously signing up, shook his head helplessly and said to Fugui: "Fugui, why not..."

Fugui knew what he wanted to say, and said in embarrassment: "I can't do anything, didn't you listen to him? This is the order of the political commissar."

Du Lei sighed, lowered his head and was stunned for a while, patted the dirt on his body and said, "If you don't go, don't go." After that, he turned around and left, walked back halfway, and stomped his feet and shouted angrily to everyone, "I tell you, you are happy to sign up now, you will regret it when the time comes, and you will definitely regret it."

Liu Long grimaced at him: "If you can't eat grapes, do you say the grapes are sour? Haha, we have to go even if we regret it."

Du Lei curled his lips and said, "You are brainless? Think about it carefully. Are there any time you are not punished when you go out with Liming? Don't be brainless. Think about it carefully. Don't blame me for not reminding you at that time." After that, he glared at Liming and left.

Liming laughed at him looking dejected, turned his head and said to his comrades: "Then it's settled, let's go tomorrow morning. I'll leave first, and then see who else will go."

After he left, Fugui did not cheer with his comrades for the arrival of the provincial capital tomorrow. He silently looked at the training building in front. In the strong sunlight, the building was shining with dazzling white light, and his comrades were sweating profusely and sliding down a rope.

He looked up at the sky, and there were only a few floating clouds floating by in the blue sky. He thought silently that tomorrow would be a good weather.

However, Fugui never thought that Du Lei's words were hit. The trip to the provincial capital that his comrades were looking forward to not only changed his own life, but also completely changed the military careers of their seven comrades!

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