Top secret

"Zhou Ping dropped out of school?" Someone in the corridor asked, and immediately caused an uproar.

Zhou Ping is a well-known genius in the School of Communication Engineering. When he first entered school, he published a thesis on digital signal processing with a high score and won the grand prize.

"I went to serve as a soldier," Zhou Ping's roommate heard someone ask and replied, "I went through the formalities last month."

"Isn't it possible to keep your student status as a soldier?" Someone asked again.

"That's not clear," said the roommate, "it seems to be a special case."

Zhou Ping's situation is really special. When Lao Wu found him, he told him that if he wanted to join the task force, he could come back after graduation.

When college students enlist in the army, their student status can be retained until one year after retiring from active service. Zhou Ping originally wanted to suspend school and join the army, but Lao Wu did not agree.

The 20-year-old young man was at the time when his blood was rushing, Zhou Ping immediately chose to drop out of school.

"There are places where I'm needed more." At that time, Zhou Ping was full of energy, carrying a backpack that only contained a computer and a few pairs of underwear, and said goodbye to his parents at the train station.

Zhou Ping is from Lancheng. The most famous thing in Lancheng is the purple-leaf plums that bloom very well in spring. There are many planted beside the benches in the square in front of the train station.

The flowering period of purple-leaf plums is in April, which is Zhou Ping's favorite month.

"It's a pity." Zhou Ping stretched out his hand and pulled two purple-red leaves and rubbed them together. "Can't you give me two as a gift for my young hero?"

"Okay, don't be poor soon," Zhou's mother stretched out her hand and patted him on the back, then felt that the beating was hard and rubbed it lightly, "Have you brought all your things?"

"I have nothing to bring," Zhou Ping said nonchalantly, holding the two leaves in his hand, "Everything is issued in the army."

"Send everything," Zhou's mother reached for his bag again, "but I always get used to the ones I bring myself."

Zhou Ping was afraid that his mother would find out that there was only a computer and a few pairs of underwear in his bag, so he quickly pressed Zhou's mother's hand, "Oh mom, how old am I!"

After speaking, he dodged to the side and quickly ran into the ticket checking hall.

Zhou's father and Zhou mother waved at him through the glass window, Zhou Ping smiled heartlessly, called them back, and then took off the bag by himself and put it at the security checkpoint.

The staff member swayed in front of him with the instrument, commanding him, "Turn around."

As soon as Zhou Ping turned around, he saw Zhou's mother wiping tears outside.

He remembered a poem he had read before, "When Sier was a baby, when Gao Fei carried his mother", he somewhat wanted to take back the sentence he said outside, "There are places where I need me more".

It seems that the one who needs him most is always his mother.

"Ping!" Zhou's mother shouted, "Don't be greedy for cold! Don't catch a cold!"

"Got it!" Zhou Ping replied, then picked up the bag and walked to the ticket gate step by step.

He took the train for 12 hours, slept on the train all night, and stepped out of the station at [-] o'clock in the morning. Old Wu was waiting for him outside the station.

"Old Wu!" Zhou Ping dozed off and ran away, running in front of Old Wu like a firecracker.

"It's not big or small," Old Wu glanced at him, "Let's go, I'll show you a few people."

That was the first time Zhou Ping saw Jiang Yuzhou. Jiang Yuzhou was furious at that time and was admonishing others. When he saw Old Wu leading him in, he didn't even give him a look.

"You will follow him from now on," Old Wu pushed Zhou Ping forward, "Call Team Jiang."

The two of them stood there, and Jiang Yuzhou couldn't keep training them, so he had to let them go out first, and then he walked up to Zhou Ping.

"Zhou Ping?" Jiang Yuzhou's face was still cold, and his voice was very low.

Zhou Ping tensed his back subconsciously and said yes.

Jiang Yuzhou looked him up and down a few times, but he couldn't tell if he was dissatisfied, "Go and get two sets of clothes first."

Zhou Ping nodded with a tense chin, turned around and walked out, stopped after walking two steps, and asked dryly, "Where are you going to get it?"

Jiang Yuzhou was lighting a cigarette, took a sip, listened to him, and replied vaguely, "Logistics."

"Are you still allowed to smoke in the army?" Zhou Ping opened his eyes wide, with a look of surprise on his face, and muttered, "It seems that the management is not strict. I thought my splendid life would become boring."

After finishing speaking, he patted his chest in fear.

Jiang Yuzhou took a puff of cigarette, pointed at Zhou Ping with the cigarette between two fingers, "Old Wu, where did you buy this treasure?"

Old Wu laughed, put his arms around Zhou Ping's shoulders, "Go, I'll take you to get your clothes."

Zhou Ping was young and talked a lot, so he became familiar with the team within a few days. There was a girl named Yang Yu in the technical team of the team, who liked to tease him the most.

Yang Yu has an unrestrained personality, and Zhou Ping blushes from being teased every time.

Jiang Yuzhou didn't care about anything, let a group of people make trouble, and only opened his mouth to talk to them when Zhou Ping went into his room with the computer in his arms.

Zhou Ping was sitting cross-legged on Jiang Yuzhou's bed with his computer in his arms, his hands were tapping on something, and he still complained, "Sister Xiaoyu is too vicious!"

Jiang Yuzhou was wearing an army green shirt with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, and his grooming was meticulous.

"Then you should avoid him." Jiang Yuzhou stretched out his hand to straighten his neckline, not caring much.

Zhou Ping started to laugh again, and his hands kept moving, "I don't, Miss Xiaoyu loves me the most."

Jiang Yuzhou glanced at him, but didn't answer.

People of this age don't care about anything but seem to care about everything. Jiang Yuzhou thinks that Zhou Ping is a very simple child, and no one will dislike him.

"Lao Jiang," Zhou Ping closed the computer, "What are you writing these two days?"

Jiang Yuzhou's men paused and told him, "Suicide note."

"Do I have to write too?" Zhou Ping asked foolishly, holding the computer in his arms like a child.

"I have to write," Jiang Yuzhou walked to the table and opened the drawer, took out a stack of papers and handed it to Zhou Ping, "This is discipline."

Zhou Ping took the paper and shook it, "Did you write it? Can I read it?"

"I didn't write it," Jiang Yuzhou said, "I don't need to write it, and I don't have anyone to receive it."

Zhou Ping had heard that Jiang Yuzhou's parents were also soldiers, but he didn't ask any further questions, so he borrowed a pen from Jiang Yuzhou and started writing on the computer.

"If there is really no one to give it to you," Zhou Ping wrote with a brush, "just give it to me."

"Who is taking advantage of?" Jiang Yuzhou stood up and walked out, not wanting to disturb his emotions.

"Old Jiang!" Zhou Ping got up and folded the paper a few times, and handed it to Jiang Yuzhou, "Is this going to be handed over to my parents when I die?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuzhou took it and put it away.

"Then if I die at that time, someone in the team will take care of my family." Zhou Ping was rarely embarrassed, "I am the only child."

Before Jiang Yuzhou could speak, Zhou Ping muttered again, "No one will take care of them when I die."

Jiang Yuzhou didn't know whether to say that he was big-hearted or that he thought too far, "Don't worry."

Maybe Zhou Ping was really lucky. No one lost his life in the first mission, but Jiang Yuzhou was slightly injured. As the mascot of the team, he followed Jiang Yuzhou to Yunzhou.

While Jiang Yuzhou was recuperating from his injuries, Zhou Ping was not idle. After he joined the team, he made a miniature bug. After the technology matured, he found Lao Wu and wanted to bring the bug in.

"Just let me go, old Wu," Zhou Ping was still smiling, showing no trace of fear, "I don't worry about other people going."

"Take care of yourself," Old Wu refused, "it's not your turn to die."

"I have written my suicide note," Zhou Ping took out an envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Lao Wu's hand, "I can only go, can't I?"

Yes.

Only Zhou Ping can go.

Old Wu took the envelope with trembling hands, touched the pack of cigarettes Jiang Yuzhou put on him, took out one and lit it.

"Don't tell Lao Jiang." Zhou Ping pestered Lao Wu to keep him secret, "At least he can't tell before he returns to the team."

Old Wu agreed.

On the day he left, he was wearing the casual clothes he brought from home, a dark green hooded sweater, which lined his skin very brightly.

"Ah," Zhou Ping swung his arms while carrying his schoolbag, "I have a friend who wants to make me a pot of tea, but I haven't gone to drink it yet."

"Come back," Old Wu patted him on the shoulder, "Can you take me with you when the time comes?"

"That can't be done," Zhou Ping said proudly, "This is my brother."

He paused and added, "Quite brother."

But he didn't have time to pay homage to Li Du, and he didn't have time to say goodbye to Jiang Yuzhou, so he felt the passing of life first.

He still didn't say "I'm sorry", but he didn't know who to say this sorry to, maybe it was his parents, maybe it was the organization, maybe it was Li Du who made the tea but didn't wait for him to drink it.

I don't know if the suicide note that he left behind said "die without regrets" was sent to his parents.

The last time he saw Mom and Dad was almost a year ago.

The last thing his mother said to him was, "Don't catch a cold."

He felt that his body was very contradictory. He obviously couldn't see anything, but he seemed to see the hustle and bustle around him.

He saw an elderly couple standing outside the waiting room of the train station and waving at him. His wife's eyes were moist, and he wanted to wipe her tears away.

He saw a very old street, there was a teahouse, the owner was a good-looking young man, wearing a silver-gray robe made a pot of tea, looking out the window, as if he was waiting for someone.

He saw himself wearing an army green shirt being chased around the house by a short-haired girl who was yelling to give him sex education, and he was chased to a room at the end of the corridor.

He saw a tall man in that room, with his eyes slightly squinted and a cigarette in his mouth, calling him Lao Zhou.

He remembered, he is Zhou Ping.

The memorial ceremony for Zhou Ping was only held half a year after Zhou Ping's death. Old Wu said to Zhou Ping, "The mission is accomplished, thanks to you."

In just one sentence, he paused three times.

After obtaining the consent of Zhou's father and Zhou's mother, Lao Wu read Zhou Ping's first suicide note.

It is not as simple as the second letter of "die without regret", but it is also very short.

"The blood of the predecessors is not cool, and we have a heavy responsibility on our shoulders."

He closed the envelope and walked up the mountain road. The high-spirited boy slept in a place with a bright moon and a breeze, and stopped the entire sky at the age of 20.

Zhou Ping's favorite April came as promised.

Lancheng's purple-leaf plum blossoms.