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Yan Mingxin cleared up the traces in the pharmacy, and guessed that the people downstairs had already left—or would Jun Yang stay at the place where he was searched and set up a monument to commemorate him, vowing to avenge his shame ten years later?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned a corner, he saw that thin figure wandering aimlessly not far away, with one foot on the curb, swaying like ADHD.

Most of the trainees were wearing identical training uniforms, and there were other people passing by on the road.Yan Mingxin couldn't tell whether he saw it after searching with a glimmer of hope, or whether Jun Yang, as a temporary accomplice, stood there waiting for him on purpose, deliberately letting him see it at a glance.

When he came from far to near, Jun Yang stopped wobbling and asked, "Is it ready?"

Yan Mingxin: "Yes."

If he doesn't clean up, does he still expect to have a snail girl?

Although Jun Yang still has a little "baby look" on his face, his facial features are already very serious, but no matter how tall he is, he still looks like a teenager, and his whole person is capitalized "young".

The street lights diagonally above were too bright ahead of time, Yan Mingxin was inattentive when he looked up at him, and was dazzled for a moment.

He suddenly remembered that there might be several generation gaps between the two of them, and he had already forgotten what he was thinking all day long when he was at this age.

Every time Jun Yang turned his face to meet his gaze, he frowned and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

"Your hair should be cut." Yan Mingxin saw that the hairy boy was in need of cleaning everywhere, feeling that the road ahead was long and full of melancholy, then remembered the business, and asked, "If I'm not here, you can take the medicine back and eat it." Are you kidding me?"

He wanted to know the answer very much, but Jun Yang didn't say a word.He subconsciously asked again: "Will it be?"

Still no answer.

He didn't know much about this person, and he didn't know whether his silence represented an affirmation of being tough on the outside and soft on the inside, or a negation that he didn't bother to answer.

The two walked towards the restaurant at the same time. On the road, there were boys in twos and threes side by side, playing and playing, enjoying the unrestrained time.

Yan Mingxin was quite emotional: "That's great."

Jun Yang followed his gaze, puzzled: "Where is it?"

"Eat and drink enough, carefree." Yan Mingxin looked at him in a blink of an eye, and there was something in his words, "But it's not good to live too well. If you eat too much and you can't use up your energy, you will easily have all kinds of strange thoughts. I don't know. The sky is high and the earth is thick, I want to find excitement, I want to try my own way..."

Jun Yang glanced at him and said nothing.

Yan Mingxin didn't know where to start, and sighed: "You should be a very good person."

"Huh?" Jun Yang was slightly moved, "Why?"

"Because..." Yan Mingxin was at a loss for words.

In his heart, Jun Yang should be calm, calm, alert, brave and so on.Exquisite skills and great skills are not achieved in a day. On the contrary, at this age, they should be developing vigorously, but the stinky boy in front of him has a loose style, which is far from it.

He fell asleep every day after washing up and going to bed. It was really unimaginable, and he couldn't help asking: "What do you usually do? Why can't you fall asleep?"

The training center enjoys financial subsidies, and the restaurant provides free food for trainees.These few days of vacation, the people who stay behind either work overtime or are unable to go back. The restaurant is also very considerate.

In the past, Yan Mingxin's army had strict physical requirements, and he was used to calculating the ratio of carbohydrates, fat and protein when eating.He watched Jun Yang pick up the meal, and after a rough calculation, the kid had a meal full of calories, and his blood sugar should be able to knock him down.

Yan Mingxin became more and more curious, and asked the bottom line: "Is your insomnia so serious that you need to take medicine? Have you tried going to bed earlier?"

Many people are unscrupulous because of their youth, and their eyes become brighter at night, but they don't know that everyone is a mortal body, and the cost of staying up late will eventually be compensated by other organs.

Yan Mingxin said earnestly: "Don't stay up late. You can rest after finishing the important things. Going to bed early is actually very easy to fall asleep."

Jun Yang seemed to think that talking to him was like talking to a duck, without raising his eyelids, he said, "Come and stay with me."

Yan Mingxin: "..."

He guessed that Jun Yang was blocking him casually, but it was also a way.

Yan Mingxin thought about it for a moment: "No, there is a bed check."

"..." Jun Yang hit the plate heavily with the tip of his chopsticks.

Yan Mingxin didn't realize it, and thought to himself: Is there something wrong with their dormitory?On the other hand, Jun Yang doesn't look like a poor little boy who is being squeezed out and bullied.

Even for older children who have not yet fully walked out of the childhood world, Jun Yang is the most popular type in the concept of choosing friends based on appearance.

What's more, if a person is not doing well in one place, he must have tried everything possible to run home.

Yan Mingxin immediately asked, "Why don't you go home when others are gone?"

Jun Yang lowered his head and remained silent.

Yan Mingxin asked mysteriously, "Where is your home? Where are your parents?"

He knew that he was too lenient, but he still wanted to ask a hundred thousand reasons.Among them were the words that he could not ask: Why did you open fire without authorization?Is it impulsive or is there any other reason?

Jun Yang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth: "Do you think I lack sleep? You don't know what people take when they want to use medicine to hypnotize."

The implication of these words was to shut Yan Mingxin and his earnestness out of the door.

"What is it?" Yan Mingxin's face darkened, "So, if I'm not here, you will eat."

He bit the word "will" hard.

Facing the sudden seriousness, Jun Yang shook his head: "Isn't it already gone?"

Yan Mingxin clearly knew that it was just an "accident" that he stopped Jun Yang, and he should not have appeared here.

"You can't eat." He stared into Jun Yang's eyes and said solemnly, "No matter what happens, don't bow your head. There are many kinds of difficult days, and it is impossible to be opportunistic every time. If you can't get through the hurdles, just support yourself support."

There are thousands of opportunities to choose weakness and retreat in one's life, and they are all packaged as gods, which are fascinating, and the ease with which you can catch them with a little pursuit is also very attractive, but "swimming to the rich water and grass" is just Stress instincts in unicellular animals.

The rules of the world giving back to humans will not change.

The smooth road has long been smooth, and those who pioneer, change and maintain this world are those who overcome obstacles for truth and justice.

Before the awakening of mature self-awareness, don't think too much, just hold on.Survive ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships until you have a clear conscience.

"Be brave." Yan Mingxin patted him on the shoulder.

This is not only for Jun Yang, but also for himself. His situation is also not optimistic.

He knew that Jun Yang couldn't hear what he didn't say.

But he also felt that Jun Yang seemed to understand.

Even after the two of them stared at each other silently for a while, Jun Yang looked away and commented: "That's a lot to talk about."

Facing his tirade from an unknown person, not only did he not shy away from him as a babbling lunatic, but he also listened to it from beginning to end, and gave some sniffy feedback from time to time, which was regarded as friendliness to strangers beyond reasonable precautions.Thinking of this, the little flame that had died down in Yan Ming's confidence suddenly lit up again.

The two had dinner and walked along the street.Yan Ming confidently followed Jun Yang, not knowing where the road under his feet would lead.

The darker the night, the farther you go, the stronger the sea breeze.

Jun Yang hesitated and said, "How did you do those two slaps just now?"

He tried to touch the crook of Yan Mingxin's arm with his elbow, trying to wrap his arm around his lower back, but to no avail.Yan Mingxin stood still, he did not restrain the other party at all, but instead hugged him intimately.

Jun Yang withdrew his hands in embarrassment, hiding his embarrassment expressionlessly: "Teach me."

Yan Mingxin saw through it at a glance, and immediately laughed at him for being too shy, and directly pulled his wrist three inches: "Grab here, hold on tight. Press my elbow joint with your arm, press down hard, and at the same time put my shoulders back—this way, The more explosive you are, the easier it is to reach your hands behind? The horse gaited steadily, pushing against my knees, making me lose my center of gravity."

Jun Yang didn't look very strong, but he actually had some strength, but the position of the force was not right. He hugged Yan Mingxin tightly behind his back, but he didn't shake his center of gravity.

Fighting is by no means a short-term kung fu, but a collection of strength, courage and skill.Yan Mingxin was neither in a hurry nor urged, and let him hold his arm to practice.

The sparring is a lot of physical work, and it takes a lot of energy to make real gestures. After a while, both of them were sweating.

Yan Mingxin's body was sticky and he wanted to pick up his clothes to fan the wind, but was locked by Jun Yang, unable to move.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling, but he felt that Jun Yang's way of exerting force was completely wrong, he shouldn't have hugged him so tightly, and then exerted force so loosely at the place where the joint was suppressed.

Suddenly, Yan Mingxin's arm felt cold, and it was Jun Yang who let go.

Jun Yang looked over his shoulder to the distant sky.

Yan Mingxin didn't know why.

He was just about to turn his face to take a look, but suddenly he heard the all-too-familiar roar—it was the sound he had been thinking about day and night, and it was the sound that had already been deeply engraved into his bones and blood, and every cell in his body. A voice that is closely related, no matter how many times he goes back in time, he is willing to fight for it at any time for the rest of his life——

Ten seconds later, a formation of more than [-] planes neatly passed over the Kutao Maritime Training Center.

Yan Mingxin held his breath, the only sound in the world was the beating of his heart and the solemn roar of the fleet passing through the low altitude.A wing of this size is nothing more than air power in a small battle.

"It's from Shanhaiguan." Jun Yang's voice seemed vague in the sea breeze, "A submarine sank a passing merchant ship on the high seas."