Jiaojiu Nuanyang

"Why do you want to change jobs? Chen Jingdong, are you fucking crazy!" Lu Ganning's thick black eyebrows stood up, and he looked like a moving explosive barrel: "You have worked so hard for three years to get here, I just I want to tell you that this burden can be handed over to you, and the military medal will come down in a few days, personal second-class merit! You!"

The old political commissar put his hands on his hips and walked around in the office like a sleepy beast: "Get out of here! No approval! I won't agree! If Lao Ye dares to sign, I dare to tear him apart! Get lost, the problem of changing jobs , don't even think about it!"

Chen Jingdong felt a little uncomfortable and a little ashamed: "Commissioner Lu, I'm not impulsive, nor crazy. I don't want to deceive your trust, but I really can't tell you the reason. I can only say that the decision to change jobs was not a whim, more No kidding, I love it here more than anywhere else."

"I have worked so hard to train you!" Lu Ganning picked up the job transfer application on the table and threw it at the man: "Then why did you come back?! Ah? Tell me! Since you love this place, why did you leave!"

"Political Commissar Lu," Chen Jingdong swallowed, feeling his throat choked: "I was ashamed to leave Feiying back then, and you gave me a chance to face it, to face my cowardice and evasion. When you went to City A Every word I said pierces my heart. I feel that I can no longer just let it go. If I don’t come back to face my previous failures, I, Chen Jingdong, will never be able to get rid of the shame of desertion. Even if others don’t say it, my heart I can’t get over that hurdle. I have lived a very fulfilling life in the past three years. Really, it is my honor, Chen Jingdong, to be able to return from our army and have such experience and brother leadership. I am proud of it for the rest of my life.”

"Don't mess around with me!" Lu Ganning put one hand on his hips and pointed at him in the air with the other hand, his fingers trembling slightly, obviously angry: "I can sign it, and you tell me the real reason for your application for changing jobs." I don't listen to any difficulties, I, Lu Ganning, consider myself frank, and if you take Chen Jingdong as your own son, there is nothing you cannot say!"

Chen Jingdong took a step back: "I'm sorry, Political Commissar Lu."

"Get out." Lu Ganning turned around and stopped looking at him: "I don't approve, you should reflect on yourself."

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As sweet as the stolen love is, so guilty is the submission of the job change application.

Even though Chen Jingdong knew that he didn't come here to escape, but such a transfer with a pre-determined ending, and the wholehearted training of the old political commissar who didn't know it, still made his return to the field army seem like a child's play.

Disappointed, how could you not be disappointed.

Whether it was Political Commissar Lu or Chen Weiguo who got the news.

Chen Weiguo, who has always been calm and reticent, lost his temper on the phone: "Chen Jingdong, you bastard! The president who was so good back then didn't go, so he insisted on asking for trouble and going back to the field army. Okay, I won't stop you if you want to go! It's hard to go step by step Up to now, whether it is Lao Lu or Lao Ding from the military exercise a few days ago, you have told me that you have performed outstandingly and have a promising future. At this moment, you said that you want to change jobs? Chen Jingdong, you better give me a reasonable explanation! I really want to A big mouth will beat you to death!"

Being scolded was speechless, Chen Jingdong lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't explain."

There was a loud bang from the phone, as if some porcelain had been scrapped.

Chen Weiguo tried his best to suppress his anger: "Then tell me, what do you want to do after changing your career?"

"I," Chen Jingdong pursed his lower lip, "Either find a unit to work, or do business."

"Chen Jingdong," Chen Weiguo was silent for a full minute, and then he spoke with exhaustion: "You really let me down."

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"Sit, Xiao Chen," Ye Shibi said politely, looking more like a civil servant than Lu Ganning, the political commissar, and he couldn't see the aura of a major general: "Have a cup of oolong tea. We are both in trouble together, and we don't see outsiders." .”

Pushing a cup of steaming hot tea to his eyes, Chen Jingdong thanked him a little cautiously.

"I heard that Lao Lu smashed the table and said that you want to change jobs?" Ye Shibi also sat down, smiling and having a long talk. A man in his fifties, with gray hair on his temples, but his waist is straight: "What's the matter? Are you in a mood? Lao Lu, the political commissar, is incompetent. He didn't even notice the ideological turmoil in the soldiers around him. It's time to fight." Board. Can you chat with me?"

"Chief, I'm not in a mood." Chen Jingdong sat straight with his pen: "It's my personal reasons, after careful consideration. Don't blame Political Commissar Lu, I let you down."

"I'm underqualified here?" Ye Shibi joked, a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "I also know that I'm a bit overqualified, originally before the end of this year..."

"No, no." Chen Jingdong waved his hands in a panic: "You must never say that, what am I, Chen Jingdong?"

"Oh?" Ye Shibi smiled, and took a sip of tea slowly: "Then I really don't understand. If you have a family and a mouth, I can understand, but you are such a bachelor, you can eat enough for one person, and the whole family is not hungry. Back to City A, what do you mean? Are you in love?"

The bottom line was tested a little bit, and Chen Jingdong, who was stabbed, fidgeted, like a thorn in his back: "No. Chief, don't ask."

Reality and ideals are competing like a see-saw in front of them, not only to win a Chen Jingdong, but also the cold confrontation between the secular mainstream society and the unspeakable and shocking feelings of the world.

Ye Shibi sighed: "I'm still more used to you calling me Boss Ye."

During the military exercise, the few of them who were with them all called Ye Shibi so affectionately, Boss Ye.Even the subordinates, the generals and the soldiers, it is a kind of brotherhood where blood is thicker than water and veins are connected.

"You," Ye Shibi didn't say much, those indifferent with insight into the world's wisdom and tolerance: "Chen Jingdong, I give you a word, don't do things that you will regret. In other words, don't regret doing it. You want I have no objection to changing jobs, as long as Lao Lu signs, I will let you go. No matter what the pity, I, Ye Shibi, never do things that are difficult for others. Besides," the man smiled: "Your heart is not here anymore. What's the use?"

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After three rounds of bombing, Chen Jingdong was exhausted.

He never felt that he was a great talent, but just an ordinary soldier.

There are weaknesses in human nature, but you can also support yourself with blood, get through difficult troughs, and face up to your own mistakes.

He is 31, and the baby-like child he has always cherished in his palm has grown up. He wants to live a vulgar and mediocre life, that's all.

Iron-clad battalions and flowing soldiers.At the end of each year, the troops usher in round after round of vigorous fresh blood, and then send away the old soldiers who bleed but did not shed tears on the battlefield in the past but cried bitterly while holding their heads.

Are you reluctant?There must be.

But he, Chen Jingdong, faced up to this contradiction, saw the trade-offs clearly, and had no regrets in his heart.

This time, he didn't flee back to City A, he wanted to wear a big red flower, bid farewell to his comrades-in-arms, and cry like a fool, which was also the most intense pen and ink in his life.

This is his choice.Even helpless, even tragic.

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In a dull and depressed mood, the first weekend has arrived.

The child who was let out came back excitedly.

The chirping boy was as happy as a bird.

"Brother, let me tell you, the monkeys in Mount Emei are fat. They are all fat and strong, and they dare to grab the tourists' Coke! Also, I didn't see the famous Buddha light on the Golden Summit of Emei. It's a pity. I heard an old man next to me say that it is mysterious, saying that the Buddha's light is beautiful, and you can see the colorful clouds surrounded by the majestic Bodhisattva. Some people say that those who have seen the Bodhisattva have jumped down to become a Buddha. Emma is really Luckily I didn’t see that, I don’t want to jump down and become a Buddha, I still have to live with Chen Jingdong, right, brother?”

The child's smiling face and eyes healed Chen Jingdong's heartache.The man hooked his mouth: "Yes. Live a small life."

Pi Xiaozi stuck out his tongue, and turned to look through his backpack: "Brother, I bought beef jerky for you. It's delicious, but it's hard to chew. It's hard. Here it is."

There was still a little sweat on the boy's forehead. Chen Jingdong wiped it off for him: "Are you tired? Don't be reluctant to spend money when you go out to play, choose better food and accommodation, safety first."

"Understood." Fang Kun chuckled: "I know that my brother loves me the most."

"Xiaokun, you go out to play on Monday, don't come back on purpose. If you want to play for a few days, you can play as much as you want, and then go back to City A." Chen Jingdong didn't want to pour cold water on it, but he didn't want to create extra problems at this sensitive juncture.He can handle the difficult things that have been criticized by himself: "I guarantee that this winter vacation will definitely take you to the Northeast for skiing."

"Bringing it up again and again." Fang Kun was unhappy: "I said, why are you such a mother-in-law? Seven days after the agreement, why are you chasing me all the time?"

Chen Jingdong was silent for a few seconds: "I submitted the application for job change two days ago."

The boy's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "Really? That's great! Can we go back then?"

"Not approved yet." Chen Jingdong took out a cigarette and raised his eyebrows at Fang Kun: "One? It may not be easy, the key point is a bit late."

Fang Kun dragged on a long sigh in disappointment: "Do you have to stay for another year? What has become of us? A typical long-distance relationship. The little money I saved was contributed to the transportation cause of the motherland."

The cigarette he had just taken a puff was snatched away by the child's bad habit, and he held it in his mouth complacently.

"With your mouth, you can really talk. I think you can join some kind of debating club when you go to college."

Fang Kun took a puff of cigarette and exhaled smoke rings at the man, his brows and eyes approached with youthful provocation: "I have a sharp mouth, didn't you teach me?"

"My mouth is as stupid as the waist of a cotton trouser." After Chen Jingdong finished speaking, he realized the true meaning of this sentence.

The child smiled slyly: "You're so humble. I figured it out. Chen Jingdong, you have quite a lot of experience. You must have had a lot of love history."

Not bothering to explain to him, Chen Jingdong simply blocked that fierce mouth with his own body, and made his head dizzy, and he could no longer remember what kind of inexplicable flying vinegar he ate.