Xiaobing Fang Heng

The rain did not stop, but Fang Heng had already finished this mission. There was no so-called thrills, no fearless sacrifices. It was ordinary, just like every field training, walking hard in the mountains, reaching one after another. a location.

However, he gained something. He heard a touching story on the way down the mountain, with a profound story that can be used as spiritual food, which is unforgettable in a lifetime.

In his later life, whenever he wants to give up something, the old man's nostalgic murmur will always echo in his ears over and over again, "I like it, stick to it, and the harvest is a forest with no bounds." , beautiful green.

As a result, it finally became a persistence that he could not give up.

After going down the mountain and assisting Zhao Youcai to deal with the death of the old man, Yang Yi and the others began to devote themselves to the work of saving property.

Fang Heng's silence made Yang Yi have to worry about him. The old man died behind Fang Heng's back. Such pressure and memory may become a nightmare that everyone cannot bear.

When night fell, Yang Yi went to Fang Heng during his break and asked about his situation, but Fang Heng shook his head and said nothing.

In fact, at this time, Fang Heng fell into confusion as if in a dream. He couldn't find his own direction, couldn't struggle, but he had to move his body. The more he was like this, the more tired and confused he became. .

Yang Yi looked at Fang Heng's straight eyes, raised his hand and rubbed the top of his head, pressed him down on the simple bed, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

"Yeah." Fang Heng nodded sleepily, sniffed, and closed his eyes.

Fang Heng didn't have a nightmare, not even a dream. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw the man squatting beside the bed, with dark starry eyes, his eyes were intertwined with his own, and he was close You can clearly see every eyelash, thick and long.

"Can you get up?" Yang Yi's low voice was hoarse and magnetic, like the night wind blowing by his ears, with a murmur.

Fang Heng nodded, turned over and stood up, watching Yang Yi bring the shoes over and put them at his feet, he frowned in confusion, "Why are they clean?"

"I can't wear it without washing it, it's full of mud. Last night when I washed the shoes, I brushed both of you together, and roasted them by the fire all night, nah..." Yang Yi took two 'breads' from his pocket. ’ to him, “Put it on yourself.”

"Thank you." Fang Heng took the sanitary napkin dully, his eyes fell on the empty bed next door, "Where's the queen?"

"Going out to eat." Yang Yi waited for a while, seeing that Fang Heng didn't move, he raised his hand to touch his forehead, Fang Heng looked at him steadily, Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, and heard Fang Heng ask, "Auntie has gone down the mountain ?"

Yang Yi quickly reacted and shook his head, "No."

"why?"

"A few years ago, I had been walking with my uncle in the mountains. I was infected with sepsis and had one foot amputated."

Fang Heng choked up a bit, and his hand on the sanitary napkin tightened a little.

"Don't worry." Yang Yi smiled softly, touched the top of his hair, and comforted him, "The rain has stopped. A lot of volunteers came in last night, and someone has already gone up to take care of Auntie."

"En." Fang Heng nodded.

"Okay." Yang Yi stood up on his knees and patted him on the shoulder, "Cheer up, there are new tasks today, grit your teeth and persevere, go back and give you two days off!"

Fang Heng still nodded without energy, bent down to pick up the dry and clean training shoes, and silently put the insoles in. Yang Yi squeezed the hand on the shoulder tightly, turned and walked out of the tent.

It is said that the old man was only 72 years old when he died, and he went up the mountain when he was 30 years old. For his beloved saplings, he would walk more than 10 kilometers of mountain roads every day, rain or shine.

I heard that my aunt is a widow. When she was 41 years old, she married a man who was 6 years younger than him. She cooked for him and mended his clothes. She sometimes followed the old man when he went out to patrol the mountains. Those 'sons and daughters' who.

I heard that the old man's son is only in his 30s this year, but he was bent over by the wind and rain in the mountains, and his hair was young and white.After sending his father off for the last journey, he returned to the mountain to be with his mother and inherited the work of the forest ranger.

This is just a story of an honest, uneducated family living in a big mountain, relying on the mountain to eat the mountains and the water to eat the water, the ordinary ones are even a little bit 'earth turtles'.

But it was such a story of a "soil turtle", which opened a new window for a young man one day.

The moment Fang Heng opened the door curtain and walked out, he was in a daze for a moment.

The rain stopped, the wind died down, and the heavy clouds dispersed. He saw the rising sun on the washed blue sky, shining warmly on the earth.

The verdant mountains glow with new vitality after the wind and rain, like a beautiful picture scroll, magnificent.

But at the end of the picture scroll, echoing with the broken rocks and broken walls are still the beautiful green, the army green that cannot be stopped by mud and sweat, and the danger and hardship will only polish it to a purer soldier.

He looked around and watched his comrades working in the morning sun lift huge logs, saw them tear apart bricks and tiles with their hands, and watched them deliver delicious hot breakfast door to door...

Fang Heng held his breath, looked down at his clothes, resolutely and quickly took steps, and almost couldn't wait to join this beautiful picture scroll made of green.

With the cooperation of hundreds of officers and soldiers, more than 30 volunteers, and local disaster victims, the Wangjia Village disaster area quickly restored order. The presence of the media allowed Fang Heng and the others to hold an emergency meeting. Yue Xinlong, political commissar of the regiment, asked all officers and soldiers to avoid media interviews. Regarding the specific situation of this disaster relief operation, the army will give an official explanation, and be cautious in words and deeds.

This order is somewhat strong and difficult, and it is also a bit chilling, but this is how these grassroots soldiers survive. Fortunately, the official statement of the army did not distort any facts. The fact that the rain entered the mountains and worked hard in the front line of the disaster area was reported.

Perhaps this is the style of the army. No matter how hard the soldiers are, that is what they should do for the common people. These honors are not given to individuals, but to the seven characters of "Chinese People's Liberation Army". The people in military uniform silently contributed to these seven characters.

The military is not a platform for individual heroism, it is a collective, it has always been.

That night, all the officers and soldiers of a certain unit left the scene silently, got into the car before the media followed them, and disappeared into the vast mountains.

This time, Yang Yi didn't sit in the co-pilot's seat, but squeezed together with Yue Zitong, Fang Heng and the others.He had something to say, this action not only touched Fang Heng a lot, but also made Yang Yi feel a little bit sad.Just like this sudden heavy rain, it washed away some of the constructions in his heart.

Yang Yi has always been a person with goals. He was admitted to the military academy, joined the company, and became an officer. These are all for the purpose of making his future life stable.Maybe, it's not that great, the ordinary one is like a member of everyone.

These reasons, which could have been stated frankly, seemed to have become difficult to express after experiencing all this. The strong philistine mentality made him suddenly feel a little soiled on the clothes.

Perhaps, this kind of thinking is not strong, and he even said that he didn't think there was anything wrong with his original decision, but now he also has a lonely urge to talk to the participants.

But when he looked at the children beside him, he couldn't speak.He has to admit that although he likes this child, the difference in age and values ​​makes the depth of conversation between the two seem to never reach a balanced point, and they have no common language.

"Platoon leader..." Fang Heng was disturbed by Yang Yi's gaze, and turned his head to look over, "Do you have something to say?"

Yang Yi lowered his eyes, looked at the hands resting between his knees shaking in the bumps of the car, and shook his head.

"I..." Fang Heng bit his lip, "I want to have a good talk with you."

"What?" Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Go back and I'll find you."

"Okay." Yang Yi nodded, "You can sleep first and rest tomorrow."

"..."

"Then you are a little later. After I go back, I will go to the company commander's side first."

"Ah."

Yang Yi fell back, looked up at the roof of the car, and asked softly, "Are you tired?"

"It's okay." Fang Heng nodded.

"Want to sleep?"

"generally."

"You can squint for a while."

"Ah."

"..." Yang Yi frowned and thought about such a conversation mode, and laughed, feeling a little bitter in his heart, but he couldn't tell why. Thinking about it carefully, in this life, is it a person's skin or a person's skin that he falls in love with? heart?Perhaps most people are attracted to each other's appearance, and then continue to get in and get in, get together with difficulty, or lose the patience to get in, and just deal with it like this.How many people are lucky enough to find their soul mate?And the soul mate happened to have such a close eye and responded to me, how lucky is that?

He turned his head to look at Fang Heng's face in the dark, and suddenly felt that it would be great if this child was a little older, an age where he could share the secrets in his heart.

Back at the garrison, Yang Yi briefly assembled, then let them disperse, and went upstairs to the company commander's office.

At this point, most of the soldiers under him are out on missions, and when they are about to return, Ji Zhu Karma can’t take a rest early. After receiving the report from the team members returning to the team, he hurried downstairs, wanting to know the situation face to face , happened to meet Yang Yi face to face on the road.

Yang Yi smiled when he saw someone. It seemed that their company commander Zhuma had also worked hard on this mission. Although he roughly tidied himself up, he still couldn't hide the sleepiness on his face.

Jizhu Karma shook his head and smiled, and sighed helplessly, "I'm still lazy. It's only been more than a year. I'm too tired to do this kind of work. My eyelids are constantly fighting. How about it? No, let’s just talk about it on the way, and you should pack up and recover yourself.”

"Okay." Yang Yi nodded and talked about the specifics of this mission.

The two returned to the dormitory with questions and answers, and Jizhu Karma's face sank until they entered the company commander's dormitory, "Why did you bring two recruits to this mission?"

"Yes, Yue Zitong and Fang Heng."

"why?"

"Practice them. Besides, you know about Yue Zitong's situation. If you don't arrange it, you have to arrange it."

"Where's Fang Heng?"

Yang Yi was silent for a while, and laughed, "Yeah, I also feel confused after counting people, maybe because he is standing with Yue Zitong, there must be a companion, right?"

Jizhu Karma opened the chair and sat down, quietly looking at Yang Yi with an innocent face, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, cutting a little bit, "You are very flattering, even the sons and daughters of cadres Are all your friends counted?"

"..." Yang Yi licked his lips and smiled embarrassingly. The company commander's words were really harsh. Their company commanders have never liked this kind of special care, but they are bound to be strong, and sometimes they have to face the situation. Bow to the rules, but even if they did, the two of them would not put these words on the table.

"Yang Yi." Jizhu Karma looked at him deeply, "Let me just speak straight. Don't turn the topic around on Yue Zitong. I'm asking about Fang Heng."

"..." Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding what Jizhu Karma meant.

"Do you want me to explain?"

"..." In the company commander's insightful eyes, Yang Yi began to feel guilty, his eyes flickered away, and the next second, he looked back at each other restrainedly, and smiled confusedly, "Company commander, what are you talking about?"

Jizhu Karma smiled bitterly, lowered his head, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one, but did not give it to Yang Yi, but just smoked silently, causing invisible psychological pressure, and then said, "We Ming people don't To speak secretly, you understand what I am asking, handle it yourself, I will try to send Fang Heng away in a few days, you can give me your opinion, which unit is suitable for him to go to, and I will work hard to develop relationships."

Yang Yi's complexion changed suddenly, his brows wrinkled for a moment, he looked at the company commander's face in a daze, after a long while, after struggling for a long time, he still chose to escape and bury him, and smiled embarrassingly, "This What do you mean? Didn’t Fang Heng do a good job? He performed very well in this mission, but he is one of the heroes, why did you transfer him away?”

Jizhu Karma raised his eyebrows, took a puff of cigarette and let it out faintly, revealing a bit of disappointment in the misty smoke.

Maybe it was Yang Yi's reaction that made him see the sad whitewashing of peace, maybe his favorite platoon leader didn't have the courage to fight against this social system, but, isn't this normal?This is the tragedy of people like them.

Can't explain, can't be calm, can only live sadly in the circle I drew, not daring to take a step.