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Those days may have been the most depressing and confused days since Fugui arrived at the Special Forces.

In addition to cruel training every day, he has to deal with endless interrogation from the investigation team. Especially Director Li, every time he asks, he always shoots a look of distrust from behind the thick lenses. Fugui can read a trace of sinisterness from his eyes. When he answers questions, he is always careful, just like walking on a single-plank bridge with a cliff below. If he accidentally falls down, he will fall to pieces.

Every time I stand there, it is like a primary school student who is wronged by others who do something bad and is wronged, standing helplessly waiting for the teacher or parents to interrogate severely. The result of this interrogation is often the punishment of unfounded punishment - although I can defend myself, that kind of defense has no meaning to severe parents or teachers, because they do not have a sense of trust from the bottom of their hearts.

The atmosphere made Fugui and his comrades feel very depressed. He knew that this kind of depression was approaching their patience bottom line, and the resentment that had been enduring in his heart slowly expanded under this kind of depression. A stream of resentment boiled in his heart, like a volcano that was about to erupt, quietly waiting for the moment of eruption.

That day, Fugui had just gone downstairs and saw Xiaoyu walking over from the war room. He knew that the investigation team had talked to him again in the afternoon, so he stopped, hoping to give his comrades a comfort. Xiaoyu greeted his comrades passing by from time to time, and stopped when he saw Fugui, and a hint of helplessness flashed across his face.

Fugui, who had a lot of things to say, suddenly didn't know what to say. They were comrades who were born and died, and no matter what language they were, they were pale among them. Sometimes, a look was enough. He looked at Xiaoyu quietly, and after a long time, he smiled at him.

Xiaoyu avoided Fugui's eyes and looked around aimlessly, then turned his head and looked at Fugui with a bitter smile: "It's nothing, I'm used to it."

Fugui knew what he was talking about, but in fact he was not like this. He nodded, walked forward a few steps and pulled Xiaoyu's hand and said, "Do you still remember what Xin Yi said? Don't be depressed, no matter how hard the days are, they will pass."

Xiaoyu turned his face and murmured: "Yes, it will all pass."

Fugui is silent.

He really didn't know when this kind of day would pass, and the endless questions really made him feel depressed.

Xiaoyu pulled him aside and waited for several comrades passing by to walk away before whispering: "Fugui, I always feel something is wrong. Just like you said, their questions are particularly targeted. I have a premonition that I think something is going to happen to Liming and Yang Aiguo this time."

Fugui's heart tightened. Although it was summer, Fugui seemed to fall into the ice cave and felt a heart-warming cold all over. These days, Fugui was always pondering every question from the investigation team. From their questions, Li Ming and Yang Aiguo mentioned the most.

Xiaoyu looked at Fugui's face and said, "What's wrong? What I'm wrong?"

Fugui didn't know how to answer him, so he paused for a while before saying, "It should be wrong. They are the captain's beloved generals and the second of the four tigers of the special forces brigade. Who can do anything to them?" Although Fugui said that, he just comforted Xiaoyu, but he was also secretly worried about his comrades.

Xiaoyu nodded and said, "What you said makes sense, I hope that's the case." After that, he sighed and said, "Let's go, look at these two boys. To be honest, this matter is not good for anyone."

Just as they were about to leave, a car rushed over and stopped suddenly beside them. The captain jumped out of the car, looking tired with dust.

Fugui and Xiaoyu stepped forward to salute: "Captain".

The captain waved his hand, patted the dust on his body and said, "Is there any smoke?"

Fugui handed him one and helped him lit it. The captain took a few sips and looked at them and smiled: "Are you still confused? Let me tell you good news. I found the waiter, she also wrote the supporting documents. I have handed it over to the investigation team. How about it? Are you relaxing?"

Fugui's eyes felt very sour in an instant. He looked at the captain. Although the captain said something lightly, they could imagine that the captain was running around day and night, finding someone he didn't know was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Okay," the captain patted their shoulders and said with praise: "You are all good things. You are right. We wear this military uniform and we must uphold justice. You are my soldiers, and I watched you grow up. I understand you and I believe you will not do anything that violates military discipline."

Xiaoyu's tears circled in his eyes. He looked at the captain and said choked and said, "Thank you, captain."

"What are you thanking?" The captain smiled and said, "You are here to be polite to me?" After saying that, his face darkened and said, "But you are too heavy to take action. This matter has had a great impact. Although someone has proved your justice, the punishment is still inevitable. You must be mentally prepared."

Fugui and Xiaoyu looked at each other. Although they felt too much grievance, they still felt a little relieved after hearing the captain's words.

"Also," the captain who was about to get on the bus turned around and looked at them and said, "When the investigation team investigates, you must be correct and actively cooperate with the investigation, which will be beneficial to you. In addition," he thought about it, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you can go."

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For the Gobi, there are only two seasons a year, long winter and summer, and this summer is the longest summer for Fugui.

Although it was long, when the first fallen leaves fell from the tall treetops in the courtyard, Fugui still clearly felt the arrival of autumn. Autumn was a season of harvest, but at the beginning of this season, Fugui and others harvested a kind of bitterness and helplessness!

"...In view of the fact that during the mission, Comrade Li Ming and others violated military discipline and fought with local people, causing three people to be seriously injured. Due to the serious consequences and bad impact..." Fugui listened to Director Zhou's serious punishment for them, turning his head and looking out the window. Today should be a bright and good day, but the autumn wind was too ruthless, ruthlessly shaking the yellow leaves with a solemn atmosphere. Occasionally, one or two leaves sway helplessly in the air, as if telling the hardships of time. Fugui stared at a leaf intently, which was sandwiched on the branches, shivering in the autumn wind, but still persisted tenaciously.

"...Comrade Li Ming, demoted, and stayed in the party for one year; Yang Aiguo, Fugui, Comrade Yu Junfa was demoted; Sa Teng, Liu Long..." The leaf finally couldn't stand the sharpness of the autumn wind, swaying in the air, like dancing a sad dance, and then slowly falling...

Fugui sighed softly. He looked at the political commissar who stood up. The political commissar looked at them seriously, cleared his throat and said, "The punishment has been announced. We will educate every team member in the future, use this as a lesson, strengthen our legal awareness, and be a special forces team member with strong political strength. Left behind the dawn, the rest will be separated."

Fugui came out with his comrades in a daze and sighed softly. This order was like a sharp knife deeply inserted into his heart. He found the waiter from the captain. He imagined what kind of punishment he would get countless times, but he never dreamed that he would be demoted. He tilted his head to look at his epaulette, and the three silver stars shone under the illumination of autumn. Since he came to the special forces team, he insisted on himself, which was also the dream of swallows. On this road he chose, he had no regrets, and used his dream to become the most glorious legend of his life with youth and life, sweat and blood. But at the moment when the political commissar announced the order, he suddenly felt that the difference between his dream and reality was so far away. Only he knew how much blood and tears he had paid for his dream.

Xiaoyu, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and looked back at them: "Have you ever thought about changing careers?"

Sateng looked at him in surprise: "Replacement? Why?"

Yang Aiguo looked up at the leaves swaying in the wind on the big tree and sighed and murmured: "Maybe, it's really time to leave."

When Fugui heard his comrades raise this topic, he calmed down for a moment.

He never thought of changing careers, nor had he thought of leaving this Gobi Desert. He liked it, liked training with his comrades, and joked together; liked watching the military flag fluttering in the wind; liked to watch the tragic sunset in the Gobi Desert; liked to listen to familiar military horns... But will all this become a memory in the near future?

In an instant, he felt a desolate feeling in his heart. The cool autumn wind was no longer gentle. When he blew on his body, he felt a bone-broken coldness. Fugui walked forward silently for a few steps, but he still couldn't help looking back at his comrades who had lived with him for ten years, and felt a faint pain in his heart. Could these familiar faces be frozen in the memories of the past? Is the joys and sorrows of the past destined to be separated from the world in the future, and there will be only distant concerns from now on?

The gentle autumn wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground, and the piles of fallen leaves hovering in the wind, circling at Fugui's feet, as if expressing his reluctance to the season. Fugui sighed and suddenly remembered the fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind I saw just now. Fugui searched on the ground, but the fallen leaves were too similar, and they couldn't be distinguished clearly.

Fugui picked up a piece from the ground and held it in his hand to look at it. Its former green has been ruthlessly blurred by the years, and the light green leaves have also been blown into light yellow by the autumn wind. Only the veins that spread out on the net are still clearly visible, and they insist on the glory of the past.

The autumn wind was swaying, constantly whipping the sad Fugui. Fugui stood there, looking at the cement road ahead. The road had been walking for ten years. The rough cement was polished by their steps, and the not-so-wide road extended from the gate, and the road leading to the training ground became a crossroad. Fugui stared blankly at the crossroads with the shining crossroads, and he didn't know which direction to go!

"If you choose the sun, then don't be obsessed with the moon!" I suddenly remembered what Li Ming said in my mind. I didn't care before, but now I suddenly feel it makes sense. I yearn for the sky and can only swim in the blue sky. If I choose the sea, the corals may be the eternal breeding ground.

Fugui suddenly realized that life is like this intersection. Many people did not persist because they regarded the straight road as a corner. Some roads were wide because there were many people walking, and some were narrow because there were few people walking. When they chose one, the best way was to go on, rather than asking whether they should go to another road at the next intersection!

Because: a person can never appreciate the scenery on two roads!!
Chapter completed!