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Jun Yang pulled off the lid of the pot, boiling hot water poured down, and steam rose up from the basin immediately.He turned on the faucet and poured cold water into the basin, and the sound of water echoed in the cramped space.

Yan Mingxin knocked on the towel rack, then reached under the countertop, and slowly touched the bottom of the sink and the drain pipe.

He stood up and looked up at the ceiling: "Have you seen it?"

"Didn't look at it." Jun Yang said, "If there is, then there is."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Mingxin muttered in a low voice, stood on tiptoe and lifted up the aluminum gussets of the ceiling one by one with his fingers, and found no signs of looseness, so he washed his hands, "If you want to install it here, is it still human? "

Jun Yang's cell phone was completely replaced, and he carried it with him. The two talked a lot when they actively exposed their targets on campus, but they never said anything important.

Now he deliberately threw the phone on the bedside of the dormitory, and asked in a low voice: "I heard that Captain Yan sent a group photo of the orphanage, and the Ministry of State Security discovered that the photo had been tampered with. Did you tell him? What did I do that day?" Didn't say anything, how do you remember?"

"Because you didn't say anything and looked at it for a long time, I remembered that photo." Yan Mingxin supported the washstand with one hand, and checked the edge and nail holes of the mirror on the wall, "I I'm still thinking, why you were transferred from the Kutao ship to the shore, it turned out to be because of this. You look completely different now from when you were a child, and it's really hard for them to find you."

He looked back at the bathroom again, feeling that there should be nothing to hide in this unobstructed room, so he was relieved, and said mysteriously: "Look at that photo, who would have imagined that the young man will grow so handsome 20 years later?" .”

Jun Yang didn't make a sound after hearing this, and flicked a string of water splashes on him with his fingers.

"It's the rice from Shanhaiguan that raised you up so well. They wanted to come here to cut off your husband as soon as they opened their mouths? How can there be such a good thing?" Yan Ming said, "I heard that District D and the surrounding islands have been worried about where their family is. The sky was washed by the waves, and it went straight to the bottom of the continental shelf. Decades ago, I crazily admired science, and wished that the whole people would study science and engineering, hoping to cultivate a genius who could turn the world around. However, none of the geniuses were found, and the tricks were deceptive. Played very well, this time cleverness was misunderstood by cleverness, wait for the photos to be thrown in their faces, and see how embarrassing they are."

"Now is not the time to release the negatives of the photos, so don't take it lightly. What if they want to deliberately expose their shortcomings to trigger a confrontation and force me to come forward? What if I..." Jun Yang said hesitantly, "It's really..."

Although the plan is broken, I am afraid there is another trick. If the dark eyes are not uprooted and the inner ghosts are completely wiped out, their every move is very likely to be caught in a trap without knowing it, and they have fallen into the enemy's plan count.

"So what?" Yan Mingxin didn't care, leaning against the wall and said, "What makes us different from others and become who we are now should not be name, appearance, family and status, but thoughts and wishes. "

Jun Yang: "..."

The unremitting preparation these days made him seem to be in a hard shell, restrained everywhere, lost his own shape, and forgotten the beauty that a human being should pursue in the rest of his busy life.At this moment, he suddenly remembered that it was this person, this mouth, that made him here.

As soon as Yan Mingxin opened his mouth, you couldn't tell where he was right. Anyway, it was impossible to refute. There was a lot of traffic and noise in the brain for a while, and the banners held by people coming and going were all his arguments.

but--

"Not everyone thinks the same as you." Jun Yang touched the water with his fingers, and slowly exhaled, "There is a saying, 'If you are not of my race, your heart must be different' , nationality and nationality cannot be avoided..."

"Yes, it is true that not everyone thinks the same as me, but there must be some people who think like me." Yan Mingxin said without hesitation, "A real fighter can transcend the shackles of nationality and nationality, The test of time, fighting for peace, fighting for truth and justice, not superficial and ignorant fighting for so-called 'blood' and surname, do you agree?"

The bathroom has a suspended ceiling, and the lamp is almost hanging over Yan Mingxin's head, illuminating him brighter than anything else in the world this night.He perfectly blended the sophistication of the world and the morality and the rule of law with innocent and fearless righteousness, with the scorching heat of sincerity, which made Jun Yang lower his head and lick his dry lips—the recent incident tormented him. Not so good.

"Throughout the ages, Lao Tzu and his son have fought in the same room a lot, and there are real knives and real guns." Yan Mingxin asked, "You are now a person with independent thinking, not a three-year-old child. Could it be that you are indeed related by blood? It doesn't matter, you have completely changed yourself?"

He bumped into Jun Yang: "Ask you, did you hear me?"

"I heard it." Every word was running in Jun Yang's mind, roaring in, galloping away, crashing into pieces, and the ruins piled up into a wall again, like the brickwork of the Great Wall.

The rest continue to climb mountains and ridges, summon friends and companions, check for gaps and make up for omissions.

Jun Yang tried the water temperature: "Let's wash it, it's cold at night, don't catch a cold."

Yan Mingxin: "You just went out like this?"

"..." Jun Yang clenched his fist and hit his abdominal muscles through his clothes.

The familiar touch was like a sweet treat, uncovering bits of memory he had hastily sealed away in an emergency.

Yan Mingxin took this light tap without moving a muscle: "That's it?"

Jun Yang didn't want to stop, logically speaking, he should do something to live up to this cool summer night, but the invisible shackles during this period made him less dexterous, and he didn't know where to start.

He took advantage of the trend to wake up a little bit - the struggle is still going on, the situation is not as bad as he thought, and it is not as simple as Yan Mingxin said.

"Let's wait for this time to pass." He said, "I owe the rest first."

Yan Mingxin was obviously dissatisfied, and he muttered while taking a bath in the bathroom: "These grandchildren have watched too many TV dramas, what age is it, and they still want to play Recognize Ancestors? It's outrageous..."

The lights were turned off, and the two fell asleep at one end.

Yan Mingxin yawned for thousands of kilometers. He was full of breath and tired for a long time. After listening to it, Jun Yang thought it was him who yawned. He also fell asleep and sank a little deeper into the pillow.

The rare drowsiness came within a few seconds, and a hand pinched his toes and shook them: "Jun Yang, do you want to go back to Kutao Ship?"

Jun Yang opened his eyes again: "I think so. But now it's pretty good."

On the one hand, there is the excitement of riding the wind and waves, and on the other hand, the stability of being down-to-earth, leaving aside the gentleness of Yan Mingxin - this weight is too much to affect the fairness of the world - in fact, it is not bad in the flight academy.

The advantages of the two kinds of life are both in the most itchy place of human nature. If it is not too paranoid, it is really difficult to distinguish which is better.

Seeing that it was time for sea and air training, Yan Mingxin asked, "Is it true?"

Jun Yang: "Really."

Yan Mingxin asked again: "Compared with Kutao Ship and here, what do you like more?"

Jun Yang rested his arms on his pillow, thought for a while, and said softly: "When I first went ashore, I was unwilling, and I still wanted to fly. When I thought that I might never be able to see 1151 up close again, I felt uncomfortable. Thinking about it now, at that time I don't necessarily have to fly, it's just that I have developed a habit since I entered Shanhaiguan, and I don't want to waste time."

"You didn't say it earlier if you were upset." Yan Mingxin kicked him, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"

"Now I have put my mind at ease, and I feel that it is good to be in the academy. These years of training have not been completely wasted. Sometimes I even reflect on whether I was too conceited and valued my skills too much in the past." Looking at the entire academy Even the teachers who teach pure theory courses have nothing to do with being weak. Not only can they fly and fight, but they can also speak eloquently. That's all. I have the opportunity to see these things clearly after leaving the Kutao Ship."

Yan Mingxin digested for a while, then scratched the soles of his feet: "Speak human."

"I just feel that I need to improve." Jun Yang shrank to the side itchingly, and then slowly turned back until his nerves stretched again, "Learn the new by reviewing the past, teach the child again, and only then can I see my own flaws."

Yan Mingxin disagreed: "If you have defects, others should be grounded."

"It's not that good." Jun Yang chuckled softly.

There is a strange person in this room, and the air he breathes seems to have a hypnotic smell, making people laugh and fall asleep at any time.

Yan Mingxin staggered the weekend for this vacation, and Junyang still had classes the next day.

He couldn't wait for Jun Yang to come back from get out of class like the girl hidden in the golden house. No one could explain this, so the two shook hands and said goodbye in a very revolutionary and friendly way.

After years of polishing in the military furnace, Yan Mingxin, who has been tempered into steel for a long time, has long since gritted his teeth blindly when facing reprimands, and regards death as at home. Time has taught him how to preserve his strength and cherish his life.

He walked to the entrance of the compound, turned to the deli, and greeted the boss: "Give me a elbow, bring me a big one, slice it into pieces, and fry two more dishes."

There are several cold dishes on the counter that are suitable for drinking. He squeezed a peanut and put it in his mouth: "This is also a plate."

Holding the idea of ​​"not hitting the smiling face", Yan Mingxin returned home with wine and vegetables, looking forward to the warm reunion with his father.He took out a few plates, put them on the plates in a decent manner, and inadvertently raised his eyes, and saw that the bed in his small room diagonally across was covered with brand new sheets.

Yan Mingxin: "..."

His blood pressure instantly whistled harshly like a boiling kettle, and he finally remembered what was wrong - one afternoon a few weeks ago, Instructor Jun encountered some confusion at work, and the two discussed the use and maintenance of firearms. In-depth exchanges and mutual learning.The two met each other, and they had been deducing for an afternoon, but they were still unsatisfied, but because the time for him to return to the team was approaching, they had to leave in a hurry.

Those with less seniority usually show lack of thoughtfulness and anticlimactic behavior, and they are also second to none when they are muddleheaded. No one cares about cleaning the battlefield before leaving.His room was as horrifying as the engagement zone after any real battle.

"Yan Mingxin." Yan Dingbo appeared from nowhere, quietly appeared behind him, and asked quietly, "I heard that you left the team yesterday, why did you come back? Where did you go last night?"

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