[Military Text] Special Era

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A vacation is a vacation, without training, gags, and regular activities of chipping people, Zu Tiange's bones are going to rust.Stretching, ignoring the other party's probing eyes, he knew that the intermittent convulsions and abnormalities in the past few days could not escape Wen Rui, who had always been meticulous, but how much could he guess?

Wen Rui and Zu Tiange had similar thoughts, and they were too idle, and he really couldn't figure out what Zu Tiange was thinking.Perhaps Zu Tiange's recent abnormality is due to Jiang Zhong's factors, but it is not very similar. Wen Rui even wonders if it has something to do with him. This feeling is very subtle.

When it was almost noon, Zu Tiange said let's go out and hang out, it's really boring to stay at home.He was smiling during the holidays, so why is it his turn to torture people like this?

Wen Rui gently closed the page and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Is there no place you particularly want to go?" Zu Tiange asked.

Wen Rui bowed his head and remained silent. He really had a place to go, but he never thought of going with others.

"Yes? Let's go." Zu Tiange jumped up from the chair, grabbed his mobile phone and wallet, "Let's go."

Wen Rui stood up helplessly. Every time he went to that place alone, he always felt uncontrollably melancholy.Especially today, the sky is blue and the sun shrouds the ever-growing city. It is not suitable for sentimentalizing the fleeting years and recalling the past.

Zu Tiange kept urging, and got on the bus after Wen Rui. "Which stop?" He looked up at the stop sign on the door.

"The end." Wen Rui said calmly.

The end point is the cemetery, not the one where Wen Jie was buried, but on the other side of the city.Zu Tiange instantly understood where Wen Rui was going, or who he was going to see. He began to regret that he had pulled him out recklessly, and went to a place where his heart could freeze in this hot afternoon.

The cemetery area is actually a mountain, and the mountain is full of dead people. Looking around, there are countless stone monuments hidden under the white clouds.Walking in the middle of the newly repaired concrete path, the clothes are full of mottled light, someone has burned paper money, and the soft gray smoke is flying in the air. The cheerful appearance does not seem to belong to this sad place.

Wen Rui's mother's tombstone stands quietly in the No. 18 row from the east in the first district. The altar is very clean, with no soil foam, and some withered flowers. It seems that someone has come to pay homage.

"Wen Rui?" Zu Tiange whispered the other party's name.

Wen Rui turned to look at him, "What?"

"Take it out." Zu Tiange pointed to the plastic bag in Wen Rui's hand, which contained the Lixiang bought at the gate of the cemetery.

Only incense, not burning money.

They paid homage to the woman who left this world at only 26 years old. In her best years, with hatred and regret, she had no choice but to leave her youngest son and go away alone.

Zu Tiange stared at Wen Rui's profile. He didn't look sad, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his dark eyes stared at the billowing green smoke.After standing for a while, Zu Tiange sat down on the next step, while Wen Rui was still standing there without saying a word.

Two years old... Zu Tiange took out a cigarette and lit it. He remembered that he had read Wen Rui's information from Gao Yuanhang. If it weren't for the political censorship, he probably would never have thought that his mother was just a stepmother.Looking at Wen Rui like this, thinking of the old Wen Rui, Zu Tiange wiped off the sweat from his temples, saying that life is the greatest blood, and Wen Rui would not be so lucky to be compared with Snow White. A vicious stepmother?

"You're wrong." Wen Rui said with certainty.

Zu Tiange recovered from his rambling thoughts, and Wen Rui stared at him shrewdly, as if he understood everything.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Zu Tiange said with a grin.

"You asked me that too." Wen Rui smiled.

Yes, when he was at the base, he was surrounded by a group of people, asking for the answer to "what am I thinking now".Zu Tiange patted the empty seat next to him with a cigarette in his mouth, "Sit." Wen Rui came over and sat down.

Seeing that Wen Rui didn't intend to resist, Zutian Ge paused and said, "The knot in your heart is related to your mother?"

Wen Rui pursed his lips, the answer was self-evident.

"Speak out, and I'll enlighten you." Zu Tiange straightened his body solemnly, but relaxed under Wen Rui's amused eyes.

"I'm fine." Wen Rui said gently, "You think I've lived in the heat of the water since I was a child, I didn't have enough to eat or wear clothes, and there were piles of housework waiting for me after school, so I could only hide in the quilt in the middle of the night Do your homework with a flashlight on?"

"Is that you?" Zu Tiange pinched Wen Rui's face with a gruff face, "That's Wen's Cinderella."

Wen Rui hid back and gave Zu Tiange a hard look.

In fact, Wen Rui's stepmother, Xiao Shumin, treats him very well, at least in the eyes of others, she treats him as her own, but few people know the truth - Xiao Shumin is a third party.After Wen Rui's biological mother died, Wen Shaobo moved with his son once, and then married Xiao Shumin. Fengcheng Garden was their new house, and Xiao Shumin was pregnant when they got married.

Childhood memories are like sand and gravel lost in the long river of time, it is difficult to find them, but no one will forget some particularly impressive or grief-stricken things.During the Children's Day in those years, Wen Rui always stood at the door of the house and looked forward to his mother's figure, just because Wen Shaobo said that the missing mother would come back to accompany him for the festival on this day. Later, he grew up slowly and began to understand the waiting person never come back.

Home is someone else's home, with his father, younger brother, and a woman who should be called mother.The birth mother's natal family would visit Wen Rui at first and tell him who killed his mother, what a third party is, and what hatred is. Later, these people were driven away by Wen Shaobo, who rarely lost his temper. I have never seen those relatives again, but the shadow of childhood has been deeply rooted, and the contempt for Xiao Shumin also started from then.

A shameless woman cared for herself meticulously in the cloak of a loving mother, and her father always hinted that he would call her a mother. What a sacred word "Mom" is, Wen Rui, who is still in the rebellious youth, can't say it no matter what, "Aunt Xiao" is already his biggest concession.When he was older, he smoothed the edges and corners by himself, but facing the so-called strict father and loving mother every day, it was like a clock that was wound up day after day, year after year, and kept reincarnating according to a fixed trajectory, like a balloon that was gradually inflated, There will be a moment of explosion.

Too tired, how to relieve?Maybe... only death.

Death is the end of life, and the colorful world instantly turns into pure white. Even if someone paints a stroke in this innocent world and gives him a thought, he will not feel that life is so meaningless.The young heart has a feeling of oldness, and there is really no entanglement, and life is mechanical and repetitive, with no tomorrow and no hope.

Already gave up.

However, at this time, someone broke into the pure white world, and he not only painted a stroke, but also painted a lot of strokes, making the world full of rainbows.

But in the end, he disappeared again.

Wen Rui's eyes drifted to the distance, his thoughts were flying, and the frames in front of him were all the pictures he had experienced.In the military school, he began to learn to get along with others; in the army, he found one percent of himself; in the wolf, he seemed to be able to ask for more things.

"What are you thinking about?" Zu Tiange's smile broke the ice, and the bright crystals shattered to the ground, shining brightly in Wen Rui's heart.

"It's nothing." Wen Rui shook his head slowly, "It's really nothing, I seem to be really... nothing."

The author has something to say: Mu Cun's manuscript, I was supposed to update it at night, but I couldn't hold back... What kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder is this!

Climbing the season list, scrolling for favorites and comments~ (Although I know the hope is very slim)

PS: The matter of Wen Rui's mother buying clothes for him will be explained later

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