In the early morning, the wake-up number floated over the camp as before.

Zhang Dapao stood in front of the barracks, holding the watch in his hand, looking down at the watch, and looking up at the door of the row room.

A team member came out...

Then there are two...

Three...

The team members who had already run out of the queuing room stood in line on the lawn and gathered...

Zhang Dapao's brows frowned.

When a solemn figure appeared at the door, Zhang Dapao's face finally stretched out.

"Report! The team members solemnly requested to join the list!"

Zhang Dapao grinned and raised his head, and his voice was like a gong ringing, trembling with his ears: "Join the list!"

That morning, it was physical training as usual.

At the beginning of the morning, a ten-kilometer weight running routine was a routine.

Everything is as usual.

But the exception is that Zhuangyan ran first that day.

It is not the number one in the top shooting training team, but the number one in the shooting team and the obstacle team.

For Xu Xingguo, who was always standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhuang Yan, you surpassed me and I caught up with you, that was his most depressing day.

It has been a month since I participated in the top training camp. Zhuang Yan never surpassed himself in the morning weight running, and at most he ran side by side with himself.

But on this day, Xu Xingguo felt a chill in his ears, and he passed by like a solemn wind. No matter how hard he tried to chase him, he couldn't catch up.

All day that day, the top shooting team still pulled to the shooting range as usual for on-site teaching guidance and live-fire shooting training.

Gunshots rang densely all morning.

At 2 pm, outside the gate.

Yu Huijun and a few of her besties were stopped by a serious sentry.

"I came to our instructor. His name is Zhuangyan. I made an appointment with him on my birthday today."

Yu Huijun was surprised to see this sentry who had seen countless times and would have successfully let him go.

"I'm sorry, you can't go in, and Zhuangyan didn't tell us that someone was coming to find her." The sentry said coldly.

...

That evening, he returned to the platoon and just put down his gun, the sentry at the door appeared at the door.

"So dignified, come on."

After leaving the door, the sentry took out a stacked piece of paper from his pocket.

This is a piece of paper with black lattice printed on it. It doesn’t look like a paper that looks like a recording paper for registration at the gate.

"She had to ask me for pen and paper, so I could only tear one for her." The sentry suddenly waved his hand and said, "But I didn't see what she wrote, nor did I peek at what was written inside."

The solemn heart slowly sinks.

"I know, thank you."

The sentry sighed slightly, "Actually... that little girl is quite pitiful... she cried for a long time, alas..."

After saying that, he didn't know what to say, so he turned around and left.

Zhuangyan took the piece of paper and turned along the barracks into the back of the clothes drying ground. There was the place where the squad leader of the Third Squadron burned letters from students.

Sitting by the ditch, slowly unfolding the paper solemnly.

There is only one sentence above-

"Zhuangyan, I hate you so much!"

Zhuangyan suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.

Maybe Yu Huijun will never come to the teaching team to find herself again. With her strong-willed personality, it may take a long time to say that she hates someone...

Although it was very sad, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt relieved.

As Zhang Dapao said, this person always needs to face countless choices in his life.

If you want to be a good soldier and put the military medals on your chest, you have to pay something.

No achievements in the world are in vain. Everything needs to be given up and gained. If you get a little, you have to give up something.

He suddenly remembered his father Zhuang Zhenguo.

In the wars in southern Xinjiang and in the era when Zhuang Zhenguo was in the army, perhaps his father had faced countless choices.

If you want to defend your country and realize your life value on the battlefield, you will definitely owe your family.

The same is true now.

Or you can ignore the warnings of the captain, like local young people, like Hong Kong and Taiwan songs, "Why not walk around freely" and ignore everything and talk about his mother's passionate love.

Or just like now, you can finally restrain yourself with a trace of rationality left in your impulse, continue your green years, continue your military career, chase the bets you made with your father, and realize your value as a soldier.

Since you have made a choice, don't regret it.

Because regret has no value.

Ideals are always precious.

If you want to realize your ideal, you will give up a lot of things along the way.

The reason why ideals are precious is because of giving up. The ideal of giving up does not exist without choosing.

But it is precisely because of giving up that I choose to move forward.

Zhuangyan took out the lighter from her pocket, slammed it, and put the paper onto the flame.

Although I have quit smoking for a while, Zhuangyan still has a lighter on her body. She will take it out and slap it twice whenever she has anything to do, so she can enjoy her hands.

The paper is ignited or severely, and the fire spreads quickly.

In the sunset at dusk, the flames appear a poignant orange red.

The flames are beautiful, but they can hurt people.

It is slowly swallowing everything that happened in the past, and this is a solemn memory.

The wind in Feiyun Mountain area blew, rolling up the ashes and scattered. Solemnly, the paper in its hand flew gently like a butterfly, drifting into the air, drifting further and further away...

Another week has passed.

Yu Huijun never appeared again.

The weekend visits that were once unstoppable never appeared again.

The teaching team was quietly at the gate of the gate, and the sentry stood on the post outside the gate, seemingly unaccustomed to it, and looked at the end of the road several times.

The little girl in pink sportswear never appeared again.

The sentry looked up at the sky.

The sky is blue and blue, with no clouds at all.

He sighed and suddenly said to himself: "What a pity, such a beautiful girl..."

On the side of the shooting range, Wen Zhixing walked to Zhang Dapao and asked, "How is that kid in good condition?"

Zhang Dapao didn't even look at Wen Zhixing and said, "Which boy?"

Wen Zhixing glanced at Zhang Dapao, knowing that this guy was deliberately showing his face, so he said, "I said solemn."

"Sanctuary?" Zhang Dapao still had a expressionless face. "He is very good. He can't die. Although it is painful to break up, he has never fallen in love, not even in love."

Wen Zhixing stopped talking and stood there watching the team members shoot.

After a long time, he said, "Lao Zhang, do you think I am very unkind?"

Zhang Dapao said: "The army has never been a place to talk about human feelings."

Wen Zhixing said: "I hope Zhuang Yan can understand my painstaking efforts in the future. He is a good seedling. He should have a place on the stage of the army competition."

Zhang Dapao didn't even think about it: "He is the best sharpshooter I have ever brought."

This time, I finally turned my head and looked at Wen Zhixing and spoke.

"Captain, you and me can't keep him."

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Some readers think that this story is a forced drama, while others think it is fake, thinking that how could the army allow a female student to enter?

Although this is just a book, I still have to say that this story is almost completely true.

The only difference from the description in the book is that I was taking on a full-teacher demonstration course back then. Deputy Teacher Cai came to pre-check the subject that day, and then I saw Yu Huijun shouting at the sidelines.

Before writing this story, I thought a lot. Is it a lot? Is it useful to write it?
To be continued...