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The winter in the Gobi Desert always comes so early, with a sharp cold wind, sweeping across the empty and vast Gobi Desert with a whistle. The withered wormwood was kneaded into a ball by the wind, and rolled in the cold wind with flying yellow dust. The tall poplar trees in the yard were shaken by the wind, making sharp howls.

Fugui had just come out of the cafeteria and ran to the dormitory in the cold wind. As soon as he went upstairs, he heard a sharp whistle from the training ground. He stood in the passage and saw two teams of the Fourth Squadron gathering in the training ground. A helicopter was parked on one side, and the rotating propellers were buzzing.

"There should be another mission." Fugui watched his familiar comrades get into the helicopter. The helicopter rose steadily, scraping up a ball of dust, flying towards the hazy sunset, and gradually turning into a black spot.

Fugui silently blessed his comrades in his heart. Seeing the black dot gradually disappear into the yellow dust swept by the wind, the sunset also lost its tragic past, and in the sharp wind, it emitted a pale yellow light, only the vast Gobi Desert is still vast.

Fugui returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed to rest for a while. His comrades who had just had dinner returned to the dormitory one after another. They kept joking. Fugui felt puzzled. These boys were overloaded in training every day, but they would talk nonsense when they had free time, and they didn't know where the energy came from.

Fugui, who pretended to be asleep, suddenly felt a heat coming from his face. He knew that someone must be approaching him, and then he felt itchy on his face. Fugui opened his eyes and saw Xiao Yu gently slashing his face with a note, and a unique cunning expression on his face appeared on his face.

Seeing him awake, Xiaoyu sat beside Fugui and smiled jokingly: "Is he really asleep?"

Fugui stretched his waist and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling on his legs, itchy and numb, and a little sore. He couldn't help but groan with his teeth. Xiaoyu looked at him and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? I feel uncomfortable?"

In fact, Fugui's legs have been like this these days, especially at night, like millions of ants gnawing at their bones, and they feel like they are caught in cold legs and have cramps and soreness. Seeing Xiaoyu so nervous, Fugui smiled and said, "It's nothing, maybe I caught a cold, and my legs are a little uncomfortable."

"Oh." Xiaoyu nodded with confidence, turned his face and joked with his comrades for a few words, suddenly remembered something, looked at Fugui suddenly, his eyes opened like a copper bell: "Fugui, is it so painful and painful?"

Fugui nodded, wondering why Xiaoyu was so nervous, he looked at Xiaoyu in shock.

Xiaoyu patted his thighs: "Mine is the same. Especially when I sleep at night, it's sore and I really want to cut off this leg."

Fugui sat up and beat his legs. He felt a little better, so he asked, "What's going on? Didn't you ask Lao Jin?"

Xiaoyu said, "It's like that at night. If you don't feel pain when you train during the day, you forget it, haha."

An Xiuguo, who was reading the news, heard their conversation and turned around and said seriously: "I understand. Have you heard of 'confinement disease'? If a woman catches a cold after giving birth, it is the symptom you mentioned. I heard that this disease is difficult to cure."

Fugui and Xiaoyu looked at each other and looked at him with serious expressions. Xiaoyu murmured: "Confinement disease? What disease should be?"

Other comrades laughed, and Fugui immediately reacted, got up from the bed, and was about to beat him, but Xiaoyu had already rushed over and punched An Xiuguo in front of the chest: "Do you dare to play tricks on us? Will our big men get 'confinement disease'? You have to let me see it once."

Fugui put on his clothes and pulled Xiaoyu and said, "Okay, let Lao Jin show it, let's go."

Lao Jin is a military doctor in the special forces team. Although his comrades call him Lao Jin, he is not old, but his beard is very thick. Every day after shave, the place where he grows beard is ashen, so his comrades call him Lao Jin. I heard that he was an orthopedic doctor in a military hospital before. After the special forces were formed, he applied to be transferred to the special forces team himself. Lao Jin didn't talk much and rarely went out, so he liked to go in the infirmary to read the thick medical books on his bookshelf.

When Fugui and Xiaoyu arrived at the infirmary, Lao Jin was treating a comrade. Fugui was not used to the pungent smell of medicine, so he sat on a bench. Xiaoyu didn't sit, standing there looking at the human skeleton paintings posted on the wall.

"It's just a cold or fever, and you'll be fine if you take some medicine." Lao Jin said as he stood up, took a few boxes of medicine from the medicine stand and placed it on the table.

The comrade-in-arms were still sitting there and said a little dissatisfied: "It's so uncomfortable to have a cold. I heard that injections or infusions come quickly."

Lao Jin smiled and said, "If you have mild colds, you don't need to get an injection or infusion."

The comrade-in-arms refused to let go, looked back at Xiaoyu and others, lowered his voice and discussed with Lao Jin, "Then please give me a sick leave certificate. You have to take a few days off when you have a cold."

Even though he was holding his throat, Fugui could still hear it clearly. Fugui stood up and looked at the comrade-in-arms. He was not very familiar with it, so he asked, "How many squadrons are you from? Do you still need to rest when you have a cold?"

Xiaoyu also came over and looked at the comrade in a cold manner: "Are you finished? If you want to get an injection, I'll give you it." After that, he said to Lao Jin: "Give me your syringe, I guarantee that he will work in the needle."

The comrade paused awkwardly, lowered his head and picked up the medicine that Lao Jin prescribed and left hurriedly.

Lao Jin smiled at them: "What's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Fugui told Lao Jin about his symptoms. Lao Jin frowned and asked Fugui to take off his cotton pants. He held it on his legs for a while, and then asked Fugui to put on his cotton pants and said, "This kind of pain is hard to cure. The place where you hurt before is the place where you were injured before. These are gunshot wounds. The sequelae of gunshot wounds is the muscles around the scars, especially rainy, wet, and cold weather. There is no special medicine now, so you can only be careful not to catch a cold in these places."

Xiao Yu beat his legs and said, "What should I do? You also know that we need to train without distinguishing any climate."

Lao Jin thought about it and took two boxes of medicine from the medicine stand and said, "This is a medicine for treating muscle aches. You can try it. Many comrades have this condition, and there is really no other way."

Fugui and Xiaoyu took the medicine and looked at the instructions. Xiaoyu put the medicine on the table again: "Come on, since it doesn't work, then don't take it. I don't believe it anymore. You can't stand such a little soreness!"

Fugui also put the medicine on the table: "Thank you, I don't want it either."

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After coming out of the infirmary, the wind became stronger. The treetops swayed in the cold wind, making a shrill whistling. The moonlight was very bleak, making the entire military camp look particularly deserted.

A cold air penetrated along Fugui's front. The biting coldness made him shudder. Xiaoyu wrapped his clothes, looked at his watch and suddenly shouted: "It's bad, it's my turn to work tonight. Fugui, I'll leave first." After that, he crawled into the cold night facing the cold wind.

Turning over the corner of the wall, the cold wind blew a ball of dust and hit Fugui. Fugui's feet were almost not his own. He was pushed forward by the strong wind and ran a few steps, finally pulling the railing at the entrance of the stairs. He spitted a few mouthfuls of dust pouring into his mouth, looked up and saw that the lights were still on in Dawn's room upstairs. Seeing that the lights were still on, he saw that the watch had some time before the lights were turned off, so he simply went upstairs.

When I arrived at the door, it was quiet inside and I knocked on the door. "Come in." It was the voice of dawn.

Fugui pushed the door open and the smoke in the room was swaying, and he almost couldn't breathe. "What are you doing? Smoking so much cigarette?" He coughed a few times, and saw Liming standing in front of the window, silently looking out the window. The cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table were almost piled up into a hill, with a few lines of words written on several sheets of paper, and a few pieces of paper were thrown in a mess next to it.

"Why are you here?" Li Ming turned around and inserted the cigarette butt in his hand deep into the ashtray: "Sit down, why are you still standing stupidly?"

Fugui sat opposite him and looked at him and smiled: "It's okay, I'm just here to see you." After saying that, his eyes accidentally flashed over the pieces of paper. The words on the paper made him feel "splied". He looked up at Liming in disbelief: "Report of Transfer??"

Liming dodged Fugui's eyes, picked up the cup of tea that was no longer steaming on the table and gently drank it, with a bleak face.

Fugui looked at Liming blankly. At this moment, he hoped that Liming could shake his head gently, even if he said he had written it for other comrades. But Liming was silent for a while, put his arm on the table, and inserted his fingers deeply into his hair and said, "It was written by me, Fugui, I...I want to change careers."

Fugui hardly believed that these words were said by Liming. He wanted to hear Liming say the reason, but Liming's mouth was closed tightly, like a stone sculpture, looking at the pile of ashes on the table without expression.

Fugui stood up and walked a few steps. He wanted to stabilize his emotions, but when he thought of the four words "Transfer Report", he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. He searched all the words and wanted to keep his closest comrades-in-arms, but after thinking about it, he had no clue in his mind and could not find appropriate words.

Fugui took the cigarette from the table, lit it and took a few deep sips, then pinched the cigarette into the ashtray, looked at Liming and relaxed, saying, "Liming, I ask you, who said that even if there was one person left in the special forces team, it must be a goshawk? Who said that he looked down on those comrades who took off their military uniforms in the middle, saying that they were defectors?"

Li Ming sat upright, sighed and said, "Yes, it was what I said. Fugui, don't be too excited, you can't listen to my reasons for changing careers?"

"Reason?" Fugui suddenly remembered that when the punishment was announced that day, Xiaoyu and they said it was time to leave. He sat down and looked at Liming coldly: "What reason can you have? Isn't it just being punished and demoted? Tell you that Liming, the Special Forces did not regret you. Although you were demoted, you are still the acting squadron leader. How many people in the brigade can enjoy this treatment? Isn't it that the captain valued you? If you left for that punishment, it proves that you are a coward!"

"Wrong!" Li Ming stood up suddenly, panting and stared at Fugui: "You underestimate me too much. What is a mere punishment for me? Can you calculate it? Is there anyone in our special forces team who have more punishments than me?" After saying that, he drank the cup of tea and eased it a little, "To be honest, although this punishment feels unfair, if it is because of the punishment, I will definitely not take off this military uniform." He looked down at his clothes, with a hint of pride on his face: "This military uniform has made me realize my dreams and made me feel extremely proud and proud in this life."

Fugui looked at Liming quietly. He was eager to know his real reason. Sure enough, Liming lit a cigarette and took a few sips silently, and said helplessly: "Tell me the truth. A few days ago, I called my home. My father was sick and very serious. I am now living in the hospital. Fugui, our family is only my son. My father is sick and I can't be with him. I am still a son, and I am still a man. So, I thought about it for a few days and nights, but I decided to go back. The special forces team has no more than me and comrades, but if I don't have me at home, I will have less pillars. Even if I don't change jobs, can I feel at ease when I stay here?"

"Oh?" Fugui didn't expect that it was the reason. He asked with concern: "What disease is the old man?"

Li Ming looked at the phone blankly and said, "Ceruption of blood vessels. At first I asked Ya, but she didn't tell me. Later, I called San Aunt San, and then Aunt San told me about her father's true condition. Fugui, I have been thinking about what Ya once said to me in the past two days. We put on this military uniform to fulfill our dreams, but what about our responsibilities to the family? Apart from making them worry and worry, what did we give them? The elderly are older, and we cannot be filial in front of them; if we have a family, we cannot share the responsibility for our wife; if we have children in the future, we cannot give our children a warm home. Do we owe too much to our family?"

His words reminded Fugui of Yanzi. If his father was sick and could be by his side, Yanzi would not have left so young. Perhaps Liming was right, they would probably be unable to pay off their debts to their family for the rest of their lives.

Li Ming sighed and said leisurely: "When I was very young, my father was in the army. When I was four years old, I sent me back to my hometown to depend on my grandfather for life. At that time, when I saw other children suffer grievances, they would snuggle with my parents and act coquettishly. I naively thought, when can I snuggle with my parents like them? But that dream has never come true because there are no relatives beside my grandfather. Later, I gradually became sensible, and my grandfather said to me: Man, you must be strong! So I forced myself to be strong. To be honest, sometimes I was extremely cowardly inside, but I still had to pretend to be very strong and didn't want others to see through my slight cowardice." After that, he smiled at Fugui: "Do you believe it? I grew up so old that I cried once when my grandfather passed away, that time!"

Fugui looked at him silently. He had never understood him before, but he always felt that Li Ming was too strong and a person with a heartfelt heart. But now he suddenly understood that a person's childhood experiences often affect a person's life.

Liming stood up and poured a glass of water, put it next to Fugui and said, "Do you know, when I was a child, I just returned to my hometown. The children in the village often bullied me. I was often beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being bruised. Later, my grandfather told me: If there is something right, you must rise up and resist; if there is something unreasonable, you must also dare to take responsibility. Later, I beat those children. Gradually, those children knew that I was not easy to mess with and would never dare to bully me again. From then on, I understood a truth: no matter what people do, they can only rely on themselves and not rely on others. Fugui, in my life, I was most influenced by my grandfather. It can be said that it was my grandfather who changed my life. I know what my grandfather said. We wear this military uniform and maintain justice is responsibility. As men, we give our family a warm home, which is also responsibility. Am I right?"

Fugui nodded. Although he felt very disappointed that he was about to lose his best comrade-in-arms, he himself understood that he had been influenced by Liming's words. He stood up, walked slowly to the window, looked at the quiet night and sighed softly. Perhaps, he could not deny Liming's words, because he knew what a man's responsibility should be. However, thinking that all comrades who had been in trouble would leave here, from now on, the world was separated, and a strong sense of sadness surged in his heart...
Chapter completed!