27

The Spring Festival is almost over, but the military camp still has no atmosphere of festivals except for rigorous training.

This is how people are. When the festival approaches, they are also the time when they miss their loved ones the most.

Here, when you make Fugui feel the warmest, you like to look at the moon outside the window and quietly think about your hometown.

I have been in the army for three years and have been away from the warmth of my hometown in winter. The north wind outside the border roars. At this time, my hometown should still be as warm as spring, right? He thought silently.

When he was at home, because his father was not in good health, Fugui was the only one who arranged the New Year’s goods at home. He liked to watch his younger brothers and sisters put on the new clothes he bought for them and cheered with happiness. He liked the family to be together happily, warmly set off firecrackers and eat New Year’s Eve dinner. However, I don’t know how the family is now, whether the two younger brothers are still so naughty, and I don’t know whether my sister is still so excellent in her studies.

At this time at home, my father always criticized his younger brother for not studying hard, and looked at Fugui with apologies: "Guizi, you are the best student at home, but our family is not in good condition and can't let you go to school. You have suffered over the years..."

Every time Fugui thinks of his father's words, his nose is sour and he has the urge to cry.

He was the eldest at home. When he was in the fifth grade of elementary school, his academic performance was always excellent. However, when he vowed to be admitted to the key junior high school in the county, his father fell ill and had a difficult treatment for tuberculosis. In order to treat his father, he spent all his savings at home, but he also owed a lot of foreign debts.

Every time he went to the hospital to visit his father, his father was so haggard that he felt distressed. As a teenager, he returned home and cried silently for a few nights. Finally, he secretly dropped out of school without telling his parents, began to plow farmland, grazed cattle and sheep, take care of his younger brothers and sisters, and shouldered an important task that he should not have taken on at his age.

Every time he saw his classmates coming home from school with his schoolbags talking and laughing, he always hid aside and cried secretly. However, he gritted his teeth and persevered because he knew that his father's condition was very dangerous and he could not let the family lose its pillar!

It was not until a few months later that my father came home and saw the calluses on Fugui's hands. It was the first time Fugui saw his always strong father crying.

Unexpectedly, his father did not urge him to return to school, but often looked at him with a guilty look. In fact, from the moment his father entered the door, Fugui knew that his father was old and no longer the father who had been busy with time and returned sooner or later for this family.

Later, my mother secretly told him that my father's illness was not cured, and that he insisted on being discharged from the hospital just to save money.

After several years of work, Fugui's young soul has experienced the hardships of his father raising this family. From then on, he worked harder and insisted on doing this family...

Until one time the village notified him to go to the village to apply for the election, he was actually recruited into the army and changed his life from then on.

In those days, wealth and honor have been in conflict. Joining the army may be an opportunity for him, but what should he do if he leaves this family?

The second brother may have seen through his thoughts and said to him with tears in his eyes: "Brother, just go there. I have me in this family. Anyway, I am not good at studying, and it will be useless to go to school."

...

The moonlight outside the window is still bright and the deserted moonlight covers the earth. However, the long night is long, his thoughts are always soaked in endless thoughts, especially as this festival of family reunion approaches.

He sighed softly, maybe someone would miss him like this at this moment.

He knew who he was referring to, but that name made him feel guilty.

His favorite music suddenly sounded in his mind - "The Moon of the Fifteenth"!

When he was a child, he liked that beautiful music, yearning for the solemnity of the bright moon at the border and the brightness of the moonlight in his hometown. However, now facing the bright moon at the border, his thoughts were disrupted by a deep thought.

He was always grateful to Yan Zi, this simple girl. When his father was hospitalized and felt the most helpless, he silently accompanied him to grieve and farm. The familiar small mountain village was filled with their cheerful laughter.

He often wondered, if he had not joined the army, would he sit quietly on the ridge of the rice field, looking at the long hair of the swallow bent over and planting rice seedlings with tenderness? Can he be as fascinated by listening to the swallow's happy laughter like before? Will he stare at the swallow's eyes as clear as the pond, give her a affectionate hug, and feel her extremely tenderness?

Now, he is the only one facing Gu Yue and enduring the tormented longing!

28

On the 27th day of the 12th lunar month, Fugui came back from the off-road and was about to wash up. He came in from outside the gate and parked directly at the entrance of the auditorium. Then he jumped out a group of female soldiers talking and laughing. Perhaps they had never seen the vastness of the Gobi Desert, so they looked around in surprise.

"Hey, Fugui, who is this person? What are you here for?" Liu Long asked quietly.

Fugui shook his head: "I don't know either."

Liu Long's eyes never left the group of girls, and he smiled exaggeratedly: "What do you think makes me dizzy, haha. No, we have to ask, don't be a spy."

As soon as he walked a few steps, a tall man behind him shouted sternly: "Why are you still a soldier? Go back and wash up quickly. Don't embarrass you here."

Fugui looked back at the man, with big arms and round waist, and anger on his face, staring at Liu Long.

"Who is this person?" Zhang Chengliang asked.

Liu Long glared at the man and said dissatisfiedly: "He is Yang Aiguo, the captain of the Fourth Squadron. Sanda is the best in the entire brigade. I heard that Liming is not his opponent either."

After dinner, Fugui was about to go to the training ground, when Li Ming hurried in: "The team gathered, and the training was suspended this morning. Everyone went to the auditorium to help the condolence group prepare the stage."

The comrades chased Liming with excitement and asked, "Are those people from the art troupe? Are they here to comfort us?"

Liu Long pulled Liming aside and asked in a pleasing manner: "When will it be a performance? Hi, no wonder they are all so beautiful, they are actors."

Li Ming glanced at him and said disapprovingly: "What are you excited about? By the way, I declare the discipline: First, the people in our team are not allowed to be arrogant in front of them and embarrass our team; second, you are not allowed to make fun of them, and lose the glorious image of our special forces members; third..." After thinking for a long time, he said: "It's gone for now, and it will be determined by the situation. Okay, everyone prepare and go and help immediately."

When we arrived at the auditorium, the male actors of the art troupe were carrying the heavy wooden boxes, and the actresses were tidying up their clothes.

Seeing them coming in to help, several brave actresses smiled at them: "Thank you."

Liu Long carried a wooden box and said with a smile: "You're welcome, they are all comrades."

Li Ming stared at him fiercely and whispered: "Be careful of discipline."

When they lifted the props up, the actors had already arranged the stage.

Dawn walked to the drum set and hit the wooden stick a few times.

Zhang Chengliang leaned over and touched the drum set and asked, "Liaoming, can you beat this?"

"I know it, but I haven't played for a long time." After saying that, I asked an actor next to me: "Comrade, how about I'm going to beat the rhythm?"

The actress smiled, revealing her white teeth: "Yes, do you want us to use other instruments to cooperate with you?"

Li Ming sat down carelessly: "No need, thank you." After saying that, his wrist quickly hit and a few fried bean-like drum beats rang out.

Fugui doesn’t understand music, but he feels that the drums that dawn beats are like the war drums of ancient soldiers going to war, which makes people feel thrilling.

Everyone was silent at first, and then everyone applauded.

Liming was embarrassed by everyone and blushed and waved his hand: "I didn't knock it well, I laughed."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked up and held Liming's hand and said, "It's really good to knock. Why don't we cooperate with a song? A fast-paced one? How about "Standup"?" After that, he greeted several musicians, held the instruments, and watched Liming quietly.

Liming smiled and sat down and said, "Okay, why don't we do one."
Chapter completed!