Soldier [Future Space]

Yang Jiunian and Zhan Shilin chatted until midnight last night. I don't know if they had enough rest during the day yesterday, or the family affairs that haunted their hearts have been resolved. Yang Jiunian looked radiant and full of energy.

Just before dawn, Yang Jiunian was already getting ready, and then walked out of Uncle Korla's house with his meal.

Hotan in summer is relatively dry. Yang Jiunian and the others are better off in the south of the Kunlun Mountains. If they are in the Taklimakan Desert in the north, they will definitely eat a mouthful of wind and sand when they come out at this time.Hotan is located at the southernmost tip of the Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region.The south rests on the Kunlun Mountains and the Karakorum Mountains, and the north goes deep into the hinterland of the Taklamakan Desert.It borders Qiemo County in the Bayingoleng Mongolian Autonomous Prefecture to the east, Yecheng, Magaiti and Bachu Counties in the Kashgar Region to the west, Shaya and Awati Counties in the Aksu Region to the north, and ** Autonomous Region to the south ; Southwest and India, adjacent to Pakistan's actual control area in Kashmir, about 670 kilometers long from east to west, about 600 kilometers wide from north to south, and a border line of 264 kilometers.According to yesterday's itinerary, they will stay in the local area for a day today, contact the military area stationed on the Hotan River, and go directly there.

Looking at the smiles of the local ethnic minorities, Yang Jiunian took the camera and couldn't help but snapped the first photo in Hotan, Xinjiang.

Although the weather was very hot, Yang Jiunian was still wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt when he went out, and now he was wearing a Canon camera with a long lens around his neck, which attracted the attention of many local children.One and two chattered around Yang Jiunian.

Yang Jiunian is very patient with children, watching these half-grown children.Yang Jiunian, who is already a father, instantly thought of Zhan Munian's little friend who was mischievous at home.

The gentle smile on Yang Jiunian's face made the group of children forget the fear of meeting strangers. They were attracted by the camera in Yang Jiunian's hands and they chirped loudly: "Take a picture, take a picture, I want to take a picture too..." This There are various languages ​​in the sentence, and of course Chinese.

After Yang Jiunian understood it, he asked the children to line up one by one, leaving them with the brightest smiles.

The adults who came to look for the children next to them all showed kind smiles when they saw this scene.

Yang Jiunian bowed slightly to the parents who came to look for their children, and communicated with them in Chinese for a long time, asking them to help him find a photo of him and the children.

After Yang Jiunian took the photo, Wei Qing followed the directions of the locals to the end, and saw Yang Jiunian who was adjusting the camera at a glance.

"I ran out early in the morning without eating to take pictures! Show me how many pictures you took?"

Yang Jiunian handed over the camera casually and asked, "Has everyone woke up yet?"

"Wake up early, I'm waiting for you to eat! I can't even eat first, Hariksz and Sister Lan said they must wait for you. No, send me out to find you!"

When Yang Jiunian heard this, he immediately said: "Then go back quickly." He snatched the camera back from Wei Qing's hand as he spoke.

Wei Qing was taken aback by his snatch, "Camera, camera..." hurriedly handed it back to Yang Jiunian.

Seeing that the other party was so nervous about the camera, Yang Jiunian smiled and said, "It's okay, didn't you see that my rope is in my hand?"

Wei Qing saw that it wasn't true, he was only looking at the photos just now, and didn't notice that Yang Jiunian was holding the rope on the camera tightly in his hand.

When Yang Jiunian and Wei Qing arrived at Uncle Korla's house, all kinds of Xinjiang breakfasts were already set up on the table, but there were several kinds of naan, plus some special snacks such as Roujiamo, all kinds of them were placed on the table.Yang Jiunian was taken aback immediately, no wonder Wei Qing came to him in such a hurry.

Nang, also known as Hubing, is a kind of round bread.Yang Jiunian ate this food when he came to Xinjiang in the early years. The taste just out of the oven is very good, with a smell of noodles.

"So much?"

Wang Hai and Mo Lan looked at Yang Jiunian's surprised demo, smiled and said to him: "Hurry up and wash your hands and eat, I'll wait for you."

When Yang Jiunian heard this, he didn't dare to delay, put down the camera quickly, turned around and went to the yard to wash his hands, and then started eating.

At the dinner table, Uncle Korla told some about the history of naan. Among other things, there are more than 50 varieties of naan.The meat naan, oil naan, wowo naan, sesame naan, and sliced ​​naan they have on the table are all common. If it’s a festival, what kind of Hillman’s naan, all kinds of naan are added together, uncle Having said that, they can eat it for half a month without repetition.

Yang Jiunian was average about pasta, and Wei Qing, an authentic northerner, instantly lit up when he heard so much.On the table, I yelled while eating the meaty naan. Next time, I must come to Xinjiang in private and eat all the naan.

Naan is pasta, which is baked into a round cake. In Xinjiang, the generation who lived close to the desert all their lives, this food is an indispensable thing for them.Because, only this food can be stored for a long time without losing quality.

Yang Jiunian drank the millet porridge specially cooked for him by Harikez, and smiled at Wei Qing who was talking to Uncle Korla with a rougamo in one hand and a naan in the other, then turned his head to Haha who was sitting opposite him. Lixz, for example, gave an example of the millet porridge in his hand and thanked with a smile: "Thank you."

Yang Jiunian didn't know from whom Harliquez heard that he was not used to eating pasta, so he specially cooked this bowl of rice porridge for him. No matter what, he thanked the father and daughter who took good care of them.

At the dining table, Wei Qing was discussing all kinds of delicious food loudly with Uncle Korla, Moran was chatting with Harikez about Harikez’s wedding in a few days, and Wang Hai would also interject from time to time In a word, the whole atmosphere is very harmonious.

Yang Jiunian sipped the naan and ate it, listening to their conversation.Just then, a bell rang suddenly.

"Dad answered the phone...Dad answered the phone..."

Yang Jiunian quickly put down the spoon in his hand, and said to the person who was disturbed: "I'm sorry."

Everyone immediately waved their hands like-mindedly, signaling Yang Jiunian to answer the phone, and then stared at Yang Jiunian intently.

Yang Jiunian was too embarrassed to go out to get close to them, so he sat down on the dining table and pressed the answer button.

"Hey!"

A soft laugh came from the phone, "Have you eaten yet?"

Yang Jiunian glanced at his colleagues who had been staring at him, turned around awkwardly, responded in a low voice, and replied, "Yes, I ate."

Who would have thought that Wei Qing over there would suddenly say loudly without seriousness: "What, I'm obviously eating. And I only ate a small bowl of millet soup. It's not as good as Harricks raising a cat!"

Wei Qing's loud ridicule and everyone's laughter came from Yang Jiunian's phone to Zhan Shilin who was thousands of miles away.

He smiled and coaxed his lover, who was sure to be on fire now, "Have you been teased by your colleagues? You don't have a good meal."

Yang Jiunian defended in a low voice, "I ate too much yesterday."

"Okay, don't explain. I don't know how much you can eat with your stomach."

Yang Jiunian paused for a while, and asked in a low voice under the piercing eyes of everyone: "Then have you eaten?"

"Eat, the servant came back early in the morning. Did you call them?"

"kindness."

As soon as Yang Jiunian answered, he heard Zhan Baobao's voice next to him: "Daddy...Daddy, I want Daddy..."

Then came Zhan Shilin's voice, "Okay, okay...you are my ancestor. Can you calm down for a while, shit, I will beat you to death."

Then there was a crackling sound.

Holding the phone up, Yang Jiunian became anxious immediately, "What's the matter, what's the matter? What's the matter with the baby?"

"It's nothing, our son just kicked and wiped out the Southern Xinjiang Military Region of our country."

"Ah?" Yang Jiunian blinked, dumbfounded.What's the meaning?Kicked out the Southern Xinjiang Military Region?

"Just kidding. I just kicked the computer away, and Xiao Zhang has already called someone to clean it up." Yang Jiunian heard what Zhan Shilin said to others.After a while, I heard him say: "You want our son to talk to you?"

"dad……"

After the childish sound of the voice of milk came, Yang Jiunian immediately felt his heart ache.After Zhan Munian was born, he never took a step away from him, and it was okay not to hear his voice, but now hearing his son's aggrieved voice, Yang Jiunian realized that he had already thought about his son.

"Baby, do you miss Daddy?" Yang Jiunian held up the phone, no longer caring about the audience next to him.

"think."

"Daddy misses you too. I'm sorry baby, Daddy..."

All of a sudden, Yang Jiunian's eyes turned red, his words were stuck on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say anything.

What can he promise his son?

Guarantee that he will never leave again?

There's no way he wouldn't leave unless he gave up his long-held dream.

For the current plan, he can only say to Zhan Baobao who is thousands of miles away: "Baby, I'm sorry."

As soon as Yang Jiunian's words came out, the father and father burst into tears together across the phone.

On Yang Jiunian's side, Wei Wei wept silently thinking about his son, but Zhan Baobao's little friend is not like this, holding the phone and crying, "Dad, I want Dad, I want Dad, Dad..." Heartbreaking The little sample scared Zhan Shilin who was holding him so much that he quickly answered the phone and had to coax his son and his lover. He was too busy all at once.

After a period of chaos...

Yang Jiunian sniffed, and Hong said to Zhan Shilin like this: "I'm fine. The baby is still young, you take him and don't let him stay in the air-conditioned room all the time. If you are too busy, send him to your parents." !"

"It's okay. I'm his father, and I can't control him."

"By the way, let me tell you something. I will go to the Southern Xinjiang Military Region almost next Sunday."

"Are you coming?"

"Yes. The live-fire exercise of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region is scheduled for September X, and it must be completed before the National Day."

Yang Jiunian let out an 'oh', but didn't say anything, because according to the itinerary, he and Zhan Shilin couldn't meet at all, and it was almost time for him to go into the desert at that time.

Zhan Shilin didn't say anything more, because his schedule was also very tight, and if he made a mistake in acting, it would be impossible to talk about meeting Yang Jiunian.Now they are all men who are unique in their own fields, and strive for the ideals and goals in their hearts.

Their goals are too high, so they can't delay state affairs for a little love.

The two didn't say anything more, Zhan Shilin seemed to have cleaned up, and Yang Jiunian also wanted to clean up his morning, so that Harricus, who had already finished eating, could clean up.

However, he didn't expect that when he hung up the phone, the editor-in-chief called to inform them: Since you are going to stay in Xinjiang for two more months, you should go to the live-fire exercise of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region in a few days!