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Yan Mingxin had a physical examination at the designated hospital of the base, and it was already noon when he went through dozens of rooms in the physical examination building.There are medical field personnel in the military region, and they will come to the hospital to collect the test reports every once in a while. He told the nurses, and when the results come out, they will be placed in the unit's cabinet.

At the entrance of the flight academy stood a sign saying "No visitors during working hours". Yan Mingxin was carrying a big bag, which contained the changed one-piece suit, and stood in the shade of a tree.

Not long after, a car drove out of the school gate. Jun Yang was wearing sunglasses and lowered the window: "Get in the car."

"Instructor, where are you going?" Yan Mingxin threw his bag to the back seat, saw some books, and asked, "Is this yours? What is it?"

"The group training plan for ground coordination and air confrontation." Jun Yang said about the division, "At the end of this year, I plan to let all 30 people in the class participate in the competition."

"Ah?" Yan Mingxin asked, "I can understand the ground, but at the end of the first grade semester, the theory has not been finished, and the students have not yet flown solo. How does this compare?"

Jun Yang: "War does not ask how many years you have graduated from school."

"What about the passing rate?" Some people go on the field to kill the Quartet, and some people are the target of deducting points. Yan Mingxin worried, "There are 30 students in a class, and the grades are good and bad. If all of them pass, you Instead, it will suffer.”

"There are two people sitting in this car, who can hit it? Isn't the passing rate 100%? Oh, I just wanted to discuss the content of the training with you," Jun Yang asked, "I don't know the way, is there any Is there a quiet place to go?"

Yan Mingxin asked, "How quiet do you want to be?"

"Extremely quiet." Jun Yang's seriousness uncovered a corner - he said softly: "There is no one else, only us."

Yan Mingxin: "..."

Their identity information is different from that of ordinary citizens. They are all in an independent system, and pickets are always watching the system.If you report to go out temporarily at noon on a weekday, but suddenly open a guest room in this city, it seems too ambiguous.I'm afraid that the moment the card is swiped, the other end of the computer has already surrounded a whole shift of people from the picket team—waiting to go back and accept the review.

Yan Mingxin said frankly: "Then it's only my family."

Jun Yang paused slightly and asked, "Is the captain at home?"

Yan Mingxin blinked: "Not here."

As soon as Yan Dingbo's vacation was over, he started a lecture tour in various military academies across the country. He had just been invited to go to another place, and it took at least three or four days before he came back.Now he seems to be a bargaining chip for bartering, trying to give a few more lectures here and there, so that front-line officers from other military regions often come to Fengtian to give lectures, so as to strengthen exchanges and learning.

Yan Dingbo threw the key on the door frame when he went out. He was never worried about a fire in the backyard.One is that the security in the family’s courtyard is good, and the other is that no valuables were left at home.If there is no treasure, then there is only one son.

But Yan Mingxin is strong and strong, he is a big living person, so it is impossible for someone to steal it, right?

An ignorant figure appeared on the frosted glass of the bathroom, and the sound of water splashing was messy, and occasionally there was a melodious sound coming out. Listening silently, I found it unbearable.

Jun Yang pressed his back against the tiled wall, and suddenly felt pain: "Hiss—your hand...be gentle."

It was the first time for Yan Mingxin to hold back like this, and he was so hot that he was nervous and a little awkward. He always felt that it was weird to exert force.

He whispered: "I'm very light, is this still heavy? How about you turn your back on it?"

"No," Jun Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, water vapor, cold sweat, and hot sweat dripped down his cheeks, he put his hands on Yan Mingxin's shoulders, and said firmly, "I want to watch you."

Just looking at it like this is a kind of enjoyment.

Yan Mingxin closed his eyes and approached him, and kissed him in the small space surrounded by steaming mist, his teeth collided with a light and crisp sound, and he drank some water that came from nowhere.The two were selfless and entangled, full of enthusiasm, but unfortunately the tacit understanding was not very good, they bumped into each other's cheeks and foreheads several times, even so, they still did not separate.

The humidity in the bathroom is getting heavier and heavier, the fire in his chest is burning hotter and hotter, the tiled wall is so cold that Jun Yang's entire back is freezing, and this contradiction between cold and hot becomes strange because of the existence of Yan Mingxin Refreshing.Not long after, the kneecap, which was supposed to be broken rather than bent, softened so much—Yan Mingxin was able to revisit the old place, and let go of his lovesickness all night long.

The single bed used in the student days was too narrow, and the two of them lay back on the bed, hugging each other tightly in their original colors.

After taking a nap for a while, Yan Mingxin suddenly remembered something and asked, "Instructor, are you still discussing it?"

Yan Mingxin's skin was cold and slippery, and there was a delicate rustling sound to the touch. Jun Yang felt drowsy several times, but woke up again and again because of his reluctance to let go, and continued to rub gently.

He said in a daze, "Just a moment, bring me your old books and notes, and I'll go back and read them slowly."

"Okay, I'll look for it, but my handwriting was a bit sloppy before, can you understand it?"

Jun Yang went through a lot of labor today, his knees were crushed by the ground and he lost consciousness, and he probably will be bruised for a while when he goes back. His lips and tongue have never been so tired, and he is too lazy to speak, so he hummed slowly twice: " Anyone who wants to understand can understand anyway.”

Yan Mingxin got up, put on two clothes casually, and seemed to have returned to a civilized society.He rummaged through the bookshelves: "Not in this room, I'll go to my father's room to have a look."

There are bookcases in each room of the father and son. Yan Dingbo sometimes writes and forgets things with a pen, and he has to borrow Yan Mingxin's textbooks when he was studying.

Jun Yang couldn't touch anyone anymore, his palms were empty, he was more regretful than tired, so he also got up and followed.

Flipping through the pages, I couldn't find Yan Mingxin's book, so I saw this photo album first.He took it out generously: "This is a photo of me when I was a child."

Jun Yang: "Look."

Yan Dingbo enlarged one of his favorite photos, occupying the full page of the album title page—four or five-year-old Yan Mingxin was wearing a soft imitation navy suit, with his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly open, standing on a stone monument In front of him, he saluted like an adult in the direction of the camera, while his other little hand was holding a small brightly colored horn tightly.

Jun Yang couldn't help poking the face with his finger: "You were so cute when you were young."

Yan Mingxin wondered: "What? I'm not cute now?"

"Not necessarily," Jun Yang picked up his chin, and teased him glibly, "Little friend, show your uncle a salute?"

He was undressed, barefoot, with no seriousness in his body, Yan Mingxin felt hot for him when he said such words: "What time is it, are you still looking for books?"

"Look," Jun Yang smiled and let go, wrapping his arms around his waist, with his chin on his shoulder, "Let me see how messy your writing is."

Whether it is now or in the past, Yan Mingxin looks good no matter how you look at it.Holding the photo album with one hand, Jun Yang flipped through the pages, and rubbed Yan Mingxin's chest and abdomen muscles with the other hand in satisfaction, until the last page, a group photo appeared in front of him.

Yan Mingxin was so distracted by the teasing that he forgot even after flipping through the same bookshelf several times.Hearing that Jun Yang hadn't moved for a long time, he looked back and murmured, "Where is this?"

A group of children stood in two rows on the sunny steps. Behind them were buildings with mottled walls. There was an iron gate between the two buildings. Behind the gate was a small dusty courtyard.

Yan Mingxin looked at it, frowned and said, "Whose photo is this? It's not mine."

It is this iron gate, which is closed all the year round, which isolates the small courtyard from the outside world.

Jun Yang remembered that a corner of the yard was piled up with sundries that came from nowhere, covered by a waterproof cloth.Occasionally, a gloomy strong wind would enter the courtyard, and the stone bricks covered with cloth would be lifted, revealing the broken wooden poles like dark ruins, like the coiled feet of a huge monster.

Having seen a lot and getting older, they are not afraid, but it is like a shadow, always lingering in the depths of memory.

At this moment, part of its torso protruded from the edge of the iron grille again.

"Of course not yours." Jun Yang whispered.

Yan Mingxin looked again, and said "oh": "I remember, it should be some kind of welfare home that my father donated money to. After all, after donating money, maybe someone wrote a thank you letter with a photo in it." .My dad is kind of...that."

Jun Yang asked, "Which one?"

"Hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, I can't see the tragedy." Yan Ming said, "I just watched the majesty from the outside, firing cannons and killing people all day long."

A thin little boy stood in the first row of the photo. Because he was short and had to pull the banner, he pulled the red cloth up to the height of his chin.

Jun Yang pointed his finger on him, tapped twice, wanted to speak, but couldn't speak.

Yan Mingxin added: "However, my dad doesn't donate everywhere. He was on duty with the Sea Surveillance Team in the past few years, and when he encountered a black boat that trafficked people, the children inside were rescued from the boat."

As soon as he stopped talking, he felt that the way the two of them looked seemed inappropriate to mention his mother at this moment.He skipped a paragraph, and then said: "The lifeboat and the space on the ship are limited. At that time, they hurriedly approached the shore and looked around. There was only such a small orphanage. He saw that this place is not good. He came back and paid all his wages." out."

The plastic film of the photo album is closely attached to the surface of the photos, and it has been left standing in the bookcase for many years, and few people flip it.

Time freezes on the image, and the years stand still in the photo album.

After a long silence, Jun Yang flipped back to the previous page of the album.In the same position, Yan Mingxin standing in a field of flowers is holding his face and smiling - they are separated by an ocean, but they have been back to back in the photo album and have been together for more than [-] years.

He hugged Yan Mingxin tightly from behind.

"I don't know if these children have found a home. How are they doing now... Hey," Yan Mingxin had slept and rested, and his spirit seemed to rise again. He would be jittery when he touched it. He reminded, "Be careful. , Comrade, where do you put your hands? If you touch again, I will... don't forget, you still have an experimental class, are you going to give lectures?"

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