you are my tomorrow

After a 6-hour flight, Han Yu and Zhongyi arrived in Hanoi early the next morning. After waiting for their luggage, they dragged their suitcases out of the customs with the flow of people, surrounded by mostly locals with slightly dark skin and plain clothes. The two people, with slightly fair skin and a famous brand, seemed a bit out of place.

When they got outside the customs, they didn't find anyone who came to pick them up. They walked out of the gate of the airport again. The sky was overcast, as if it could rain at any time. It's not easy to ask passers-by if they are the ones who came to pick them up, after all, what a special place the Special Forces are.

After the two lingered at the gate of the airport for about an hour, a military off-road jeep stopped in front of them. They were a little surprised because the car had been parked in the parking lot not far away. They didn't understand why it was so Didn't come here for a long time.

The window of the driver's seat was rolled down, and a man wearing sunglasses inside turned his head towards them, motioning for them to get in the car, and pressed the button to open the trunk. The trunk opened with a bang, but The man didn't seem interested in getting down, so he helped them carry the suitcase up. The two had no choice but to run to the back of the car by themselves, and put the two suitcases and two schoolbags into the slightly higher trunk after a long struggle.

When Han Yu closed the trunk door, the car started slowly. The two of them were startled, and hurried to the side of the door, trying to get in before the car was driving fast, but the door was locked, and the car was locked. Driving faster and faster, the two of them could only run after the car.

"Hey! Stop the car! Stop the car!" Two people shouted while chasing the car behind. Passers-by looked at them strangely, but the car didn't seem to stop, and the speed was not very fast. , if two people work hard, they can catch up, but the driver seems to be doing it on purpose. When the two people want to catch up, he speeds up, and the two people have to speed up to catch up. The time slowed down again, until the next time the two of them were about to catch up, they speeded up again, and this was repeated for about an hour. When the car entered the urban area, the car stopped completely, and the two chasing behind the car Panting and sweating profusely, he ran to the side of the car, heard a "click" in the door, and the rear door was unlocked, and then opened the door and got into the car.

"Uncle, what are you doing? You don't have to do this early in the morning, right?" Zhongyi complained in Mandarin while panting heavily, while the person in the driver's seat remained silent. Looking at the two people, because he was wearing sunglasses, people couldn't guess his expression. Han Yu felt that the atmosphere in the car was not right, so he hugged Zhongyi with his arms, and Zhongyi, who closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, responded. Come over, withdrew his complaining expression, and lowered his head.

"You guys are 20 minutes slower than Han Qing." The man in the driver's seat said something in English without thinking, then started the car and drove in an unknown direction. Han Yu and Zhongyi looked at each other and turned away pouted.

The man remembered that when Han Qing first arrived, he "received" Han Qing in the same way, and Han Qing only "used" about 40 minutes to arrive at the place they just arrived. Loyalty is just doing a performance test from the side.

Not a while after entering the city, the car got on the expressway. Both sides of the road were deserted, as if entering a no-man's land. After walking for about half an hour, it seemed that there was no end. Zhongyi's stomach growled, he was embarrassed Looking at Han Yu carefully, Han Yu looked back at Zhongyi very understandingly. He was actually hungry too. He only ate an airplane meal that was as little as cat food on the plane in the morning, and he had already digested it after the "morning exercise" just now.

Han Yu looked at Zhongyi, turned his head to the driver, and motioned him to ask the driver if he had anything to eat. Zhongyi looked surprised and mouthed "why", but Han Yu gave him a kick, making him Hurry up, Zhongyi stretched out his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and guessed the fist to determine the outcome. Han Yu looked down, understood Zhongyi's meaning, and immediately stretched out the "cloth" gesture, Zhongyi looked at Han Yu in disbelief.

"I haven't started yet!" Zhongyi moved his mouth, but made no sound. Han Yu stared at Zhongyi threateningly. Zhongyi flattened his mouth with an expression of "I'm so miserable", and then slowly turned his head. , looked at the driver in front, hesitated for a while, and just about to speak, the driver opened the car storage box between the passenger seat and the passenger seat, took out a palm-sized bread wrapped in a cellophane bag, and threw it behind, impartially It hit Zhongyi's face, and then fell into Zhongyi's arms. Both of them looked at the bread. Although there were layers of packaging, the bread inside didn't look very fresh. Zhongyi felt it was still a little hard, and the seal was opened. In half, the warped side is rolled up, and there is no stickiness anymore.

The two looked at each other and read the message in each other's eyes: This thing is not edible at all.

"Don't you want to eat it? If you don't want to eat it, go to the barracks to eat it." The driver freed up a hand and stretched it behind him, Zhongyi hugged the bread subconsciously.

"……eat."

The driver withdrew his hand again, Zhongyi took out the bread, and gave half of it to Han Yu. The two hesitated before taking the first bite. The dry taste and a faint musty smell spread in the mouth. Afraid to spit it out, both of them swallowed the first mouthful hard. Although they really didn't want to eat, they still couldn't resist the "temptation" of hunger. The two of them finished the bread within a few mouthfuls, but their mouths felt dry because of the bread. Tongue dry, seeing that the driver seemed to be doing well, Zhongyi was a little bolder, and quietly reached out to the storage box, but before he could reach the lid, the driver quickly pressed his hand on it, and even glanced at it in the rearview mirror. Zhongyi, even though he was separated by a layer of sunglasses, he could still feel the cold light coming from behind his eyes. Zhongyi retracted his hands in fright, leaned back on the car seat and sat down, not daring to do it again.

So, there was no more sound in the car, and until noon, the three arrived at a military camp about 300 square meters hidden in a forest. The two got out of the car, dragged their luggage, and followed the driver into the military camp. As soon as I entered, I saw some soldiers walking back and forth in the barracks, and there were large and small dark green tents. Behind all the barracks, there was a two-story stone building. Diagonally opposite the gate of the barracks, there were two One square meter square, the head can be seen on the top, and the feet can be seen on the bottom. The "bathroom" is surrounded by wooden boards. There is a shower head on the top of each bathroom, and there is an open tent on the side of the bathroom. At this time There was the sound of a spoon colliding with an iron pan, and an unknown smell of smoke was wafting out. The smell was worse than the morning bread, and it made both of them feel sick.

The driver first took two people and brought their luggage into the stone house. The interior of the stone house was so simple that it could only be called a house, not a "home". However, in the lobby on the first floor was a There is a table with a square meter of three square meters. On it is a map that is about the size of the table. The diagrams on it are intricate and difficult to see clearly in a while.

From entering the house to passing the table when leaving, Han Yu glanced at the map above, he always felt as if he had seen this scene somewhere before, but couldn't remember it for a while, he wondered that he had never left since he was a child Uncle Song's big house has never seen such a place.

Although it was strange, Han Yu only kept it in his heart and didn't say it.

The driver led the two of them to a tent that was closer to the inside. Along the way, the passing soldiers would respectfully call out "Sir" when they saw the driver. Han Yu and Zhongyi looked at each other and stuck out their tongues. This "driver" is no ordinary driver.

When they finally arrived at the tent where they lived, the driver opened the door of the tent and saw what it looked like inside. Han Yu and Zhongyi were stunned there. It turned out that there were two rows of 7-8-meter-long bunks inside, and each of the bunks was densely packed with numbers. There were some resting soldiers lying on unclear pillows. Seeing the driver coming in, they immediately got up, stood at attention, saluted a military salute, and called out "Captain" in unison in Vietnamese, but Han Yu and Zhongyi couldn't hear them. I understand, but judging from everyone's expressions, they seem to respect the person in front of them.

"These two kids will be your teammates and your roommates in the next year. They don't speak Vietnamese, so you try to speak English to them. You should unite these two kids as you unite with each other. No difference, understand?"

"Yes, Sir!"

The driver said a lot in Vietnamese, but Han Yu and Zhongyi didn't understand a word, only the last sentence "Yes, Sir!".

"Someone will come to bring you military uniforms in a while. Here you have to abide by the rules of the army. First of all, you can't wear these clothes. The target is also very large, so it is easy to be spotted by the enemy. After lunch, there will be shooting training. You guys It is about to start to participate. Here you are the same as them. Don’t think you are special because of your husband. In my eyes, you are the same as these soldiers. If you do well, you should do it; Get punished, understand?"

The driver looked back at Han Yu and Zhongyi again, and said his request in English. The two nodded, "Nodding is not used in the military camp. If you understand, you should say 'Yes, Sir!'."

"Yes, Sir!" The two shouted in unison.

"Not loud enough!"

"Yes, Sir!" The two shouted again in unison, and the driver nodded in satisfaction.

"Go and clean up." The driver turned around and walked out of the tent. All the soldiers in the room looked at Han Yu and Zhongyi with slightly curious eyes. Under the "watching ceremony", the two found two empty seats in the innermost place in embarrassment. The people sat opposite each other, and when others saw that they were not talking, they returned to their respective positions, lying down, sitting down, and returning to normal.

After a while, two people brought military uniforms, quilts and pillows to Han Yu and Zhongyi, but these things had been stored in a humid environment for a long time, and they had a mildewy smell, which was similar to that of the bread. The two snorted at the same time, but they couldn't be different from others, so they could only change into military uniforms quickly when others were not paying attention.

During lunch, Han Yu and Zhongyi went out with the veterans in the same tent. Just when Han Yu was about to ask if there were any tableware, he discovered that a table had been placed outside the tent that could be called the "kitchen". , there are a bunch of bowls and spoons on it, anyone who wants to cook will just take a bowl and a spoon, and wait for the chef to make a paste of unknown color.

Han Yu suddenly remembered that at home, everyone had their own tableware, but as they got older, the size of the bowl changed, and there were more chopsticks next to the spoon.

When the two of them walked to the table, they realized that the bowl was dark green, but because it had been used for too long, the paint on it had peeled off a lot, revealing the white spots inside, and the spoon had no idea what hardships it had gone through. Some of the spoons were deformed, the two of them hesitated, and then picked out two from the bowl and spoon that seemed to be usable, but the brown paste in the bowl was really hard to see what the raw material was, so they scooped it up with a spoon After scooping, two vegetable leaves were taken out from the inside. The so-called staple food was cornmeal pastry the size of a fist.

The two of them took their own paste and pastry, and just like others, they found an open space and sat down. Looking at the food with an unknown taste in the bowl, they realized how good life was in that big house, although they always felt that there was nothing to do there. a little lonely.

Han Yu picked up the bowl, sniffed it under his nose, and then immediately took it away from under his nose with a frown. Seeing Han Yu's appearance, Zhongyi tentatively sniffed the bowl, and the result was the same as Han Yu's behavior.

"...It's mushy..." Zhongyi muttered, and he took another bite of the pastry that was about to cool off in his hand. It was hard, and it was like eating sand in his mouth, but he looked at the people around him. The food was so delicious that some people even finished a bowl of mush before filling the second bowl, and both of them were stunned.

They wondered if Uncle Song had changed his mind, he didn't want them to be killers, and he didn't want to keep them anymore, so he sent them to this place, but the driver was so respectful when he said "Mr." It's not like what the two of them thought.

Until the end of lunch time, half of the mush in the bowls of the two of them went down, and they only ate a few mouthfuls. Seeing that everyone else was cleaning the dishes, the two of them also stood up and went to the faucet next to the "kitchen" to prepare to wash. Just as he was about to pour out the mush in the bowl, two veterans passing by saw him and stopped them.

"Do you want to throw it away?" The two veterans looked at them in surprise. One of them pointed to the paste in their bowls and asked Zhongyi in broken English. He looked at the glutinous rice in the bowl with regret, and before Han Yu and Zhongyi could react, they took their bowls without hesitation, drank the glutinous rice in one gulp, and then stuffed the bowl back into the bowl. In their hands, they also took the pastry in the hands of the two of them, and left while eating, "Don't waste it." One of them turned around and did not forget to warn the two of them, so that Han Yu who was standing in place and Zhongyi's His face turned red and white, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground and get down.

The rest time after lunch was over, and the person in the tent who looked like a small head told everyone to go out to the shooting range, Han Yu and Zhongyi were no exception. When they arrived at the training ground, ten meters away was the familiar gun handle of the two, It's just that the distance is a bit far, and the two of them couldn't see the circle on the target. The driver who hadn't seen him at noon appeared in front of the two of them with three guns. Although this long guy was often seen on TV, it was still two people. It was the first time I actually saw it. The driver handed two of them in front of the two of them. They took the gun and deeply felt that the weight was not comparable to that at home. Holding it in one hand was a bit Difficult, can only carry with two hands.

Surprisingly, the driver has already taken off his glasses. He is about 30 years old and has a very typical Vietnamese appearance. If placed in a sea of ​​people, he is not very eye-catching, but his eyes are very attractive, full of perseverance and experience. After going through many vicissitudes, some crow's feet have appeared in the corners of Shenzhen's eyes.

The driver didn't speak, but just turned his head to the two people, signaling for them to follow. Then, when the others were lying on the ground and started practicing, he walked towards the two positions on the far side of the shooting range. He raised his chin towards the two voids on the ground.

Looking at the ground that hadn't dried out due to the rain a few days ago, the two of them still got down on the ground. After all, when they were at home before, no matter the wind or rain, the two of them persisted. The driver also got down on the ground, teaching How the two of them hold the gun in the prone position, the two have learned how to do it, and the posture is not difficult to learn.

It's just that when the driver asked the two to try a shot, they knew how difficult it was to fire the gun, and the trigger was harder to pull. When the bullet finally shot out of the barrel, due to the reaction force, it leaned against the shoulder. The handle of the gun would also hit their shoulders, and the two people who were not prepared were shocked. Although it was not painful, the power should not be underestimated. Of course, the result of the shot going out and missing the target was also predictable.

The driver shook his head slightly helplessly. He turned his head away, looked at the loyal gun target beside him, took aim, and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out of the gun quickly. A few seconds later, the soldier standing next to the gun target raised his hand. He raised his hand and signaled "Ten Rings". Both Han Yu and Zhongyi looked at the driver in surprise. Just a small boss in the barracks.

Taking this person as the goal of their own progress gradually became a belief in the hearts of two people.

"There is still a lot of room for you to improve, let's talk about it first when you reach Han Qing's grades." The driver stood up, patted the mud on his body casually, and was about to leave, "Ah, by the way, when he first came, he shot The result is ten rounds, seven rounds for ten rounds, and three rounds for nine rounds." After finishing speaking, the driver left, and Han Yu and Zhongyi's gazes at the gun target gradually became determined.

"Han Qing's name has been mentioned twice, it really makes people angry." Zhongyi gritted his teeth, showing his usual expression of reluctance, and Han Yu's gaze also sank.

No one can't surpass, no one can't be defeated.

This sentence kept repeating in Han Yu's heart, even though the butt of the gun hit his shoulder again and again, he didn't feel any pain anymore.

It was getting dark, and the gun target ten meters away could no longer be seen clearly. Han Yu and Zhongyi, who stayed on the shooting range, returned to the barracks. Dinner was almost ready, and the smell was similar to noon, and they were hungry. The two of them began to worry again. Although they were a little hungry, Zhongyi felt his stomach ache. Through his clothes, he could feel the coolness on his stomach.

"Brother... My stomach hurts... I want to go to the toilet..." After serving dinner, Han Yu and Zhongyi still sat on the side, but seeing the food in the bowl, they couldn't finish it, Zhongyi turned his head and leaned against Han Yu's ear As he said that, when he just came back, there was only a little pain that was slowly becoming stronger. Han Yu was startled. He looked at Zhongyi's stomach and then at Zhongyi. There was sweat on his forehead. Although the winter in Vietnam is much warmer than that in China, But it's not the season to sweat yet.

"Then... let's go..." Han Yu put himself and Zhongyi's bowl on the ground, and helped Zhongyi go to the toilet.

As a result, that night, the two of them didn't eat dinner because they were lying on the ground all afternoon. Zhongyi's stomach caught a cold and he developed a high fever. Instead of sleeping in the tent at night, they stayed in the stone house all the time , Han Yu wanted to accompany him, but the driver refused and drove him to sleep in the tent.

Although he still wanted to stay, seeing the driver's stern gaze, Han Yu didn't rush to talk back. He didn't go back to the tent and just waited outside the stone house.

The arrival of night made the barracks, which was a bit busy during the day, quiet down, and the weather was a bit cold. Han Yu sat on the stone steps with his legs crossed, his hands and feet were so cold that he almost lost consciousness. He remembered the table where the map was placed on the first floor of the house during the day , he stood up and wanted to move around, so he opened the door a little bit, looked at the table facing the door, and followed his gaze to the wall behind the table, he always felt that something was missing .

... Should there be a tiger skin?

Han Yu squinted his eyes and imagined in his mind that there was a tiger skin on the wall. He felt strange, why did he have such an imagination?

While he was still wondering, the door suddenly opened. Han Yu was startled and fell to the ground. A figure blocked the door, covering the light inside. In the backlight, Han Yu couldn't see the man's appearance clearly. From the outline, it should be the driver.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" The driver's deep voice rang in his ears, Han Yu stood up and patted the ashes on his hands.

"...I want to see Zhongyi..."

"He took the medicine and fell asleep, you go to sleep too, don't get sick from the cold...cause me trouble again."

Han Yu was a little grateful in his heart, and was about to say "thank you", but the words of the person in front of him made him choke back.

"Oh." Han Yu nodded in disappointment, then lowered his head and wanted to go back to his tent.

"Huh?" The driver's question made Han Yu stop, raised his head, and looked at the driver's scary eyes before realizing what he should say.

"Yes, Sir!" Afraid of waking up others, Han Yu said in a moderate voice, and then ran away as if fleeing.

The driver sighed helplessly until he could no longer see Han Yu's back, closed the door, and went back to the house.

After returning to the tent, Han Yu went to bed in the dark. He had just been frozen outside for a long time, and then covered with a damp quilt, but he hadn’t warmed up for a long time. He couldn't sleep at all, so he could only sigh softly. It would take another year for him to live like this. Thinking about it, he thought it would be a long time, but the shadow of Han Qing appeared in his mind, thinking of him shooting in the shooting range at home. In the dark, Han Yu's gaze became firm again, and he swore to himself in his heart——

Must surpass Han Qing.

During the first sleepless night in Vietnam, Han Yu set himself such a goal and urged himself to move forward.