Early in the morning, the wake-up number floated over the camp as usual.

Zhang Dacang stood in front of the barracks, holding the watch and seconds in his hand, looking down at the watch for a while, and looking up at the door of the row house for a while.

One of the team members came out......

And then there are two ......

Three......

The team members who had already run out of the row room stood on the lawn one by one to line up and assemble......

Zhang Dacang's brow furrowed.

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

"Report! The team members solemnly request to be listed! ”

Zhang Dacang grinned, raised his head, and his voice was like a gong, which shook people's ears: "Enter the ranks!" ”

That morning, as usual, it was a physical exercise.

At the beginning of the morning, the routine is a 10-kilometer weight-bearing run.

Everything is as usual.

But the exception is that the solemn day ran first.

It is not the first place in the shooting elite training team, but the first place in the shooting team and the obstacle team.

For Xu Xingguo, who used to be shoulder to shoulder with Zhuang Zheng, you superego, I caught up with you, it was his most depressed day.

It's been a month since I participated in the top training camp, and I never surpassed myself in the morning weight-bearing run, at most I ran shoulder to shoulder with myself.

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

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

Gunfire rang out intensively for a morning.

At 2 p.m., outside the gate.

Yu Huijun and a few little girlfriends were stopped by a serious-looking sentry.

"I'm here to find our instructor, his name is Zhuang Yan, I have an appointment with him on my birthday today."

Yu Huijun looked at this sentry who had seen him countless times and would always let himself go smoothly before, and was surprised in his heart.

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

……

At dusk that day, I solemnly returned to the row room, and as soon as I put down my gun, the sentry appeared at the door of the row room.

"Solemn, come on."

Exiting the door, the sentry pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket.

It was a piece of paper with a black checkered sheet, and it didn't look like a letter paper, but rather a bit like the registration paper used at the gate.

"She had to ask me for a pen and paper, so I had to tear one up and give it to her." The sentry suddenly waved his hand and said, "But I didn't look at what she wrote, and I didn't peek at what was written." ”

The solemn heart slowly sank.

"I know, thank you."

The sentry sighed slightly, "Actually...... That little girl is quite pitiful...... I cried for a while, alas......"

After saying that, I didn't know what to say again, so I had to turn around and leave.

Holding the piece of paper solemnly, he walked along the barracks into the back of the laundry yard, where the squad leader of the third squadron burned the letters from the students.

Sitting by the ditch, solemnly and slowly unfold the paper.

There is only one sentence on it -

"Majestic, I hate you to death!"

Zhuang Zhuang suddenly felt that his nose was a little sour.

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

Although it was sad, the solemnity suddenly felt a sense of relief.

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

If you want to be a good soldier and hang a military medal on your chest, you have to give something.

Any achievements in the world are not in vain, everything must be given and gained, you get a little, you have to give up something.

He suddenly remembered his father Zhuang Zhenguo.

In the war-torn era of southern Xinjiang, in the era when Zhuang Zhenguo was a soldier, perhaps his father also faced countless choices.

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

It's the same now.

Either you can ignore the captain's warning, and like the local young people, like the Hong Kong and Taiwan songs, what the hell "why don't you go around in a chic way", ignore anything, and talk about a vigorous love affair with his mother.

Or, just like now, use the residual shred of reason in the impulse to finally restrain yourself, continue your green years, continue your military career, chase the gambling contract you made with your father before, and realize your value as a soldier.

Since you have chosen, don't regret it.

Because regret has no value.

Ideals are always precious.

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

The reason why ideals are precious is because they give up, and there is no ideal that has never chosen to give up.

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

Solemnly took out the lighter from his pocket, clicked it, and put the paper on the flame.

Although I have quit smoking for a while, Zhuang Yan still has a lighter on him, and he will take it out and click it twice when he has nothing to do.

The paper was burning badly, and the fire quickly spread.

In the evening sunset, the flames take on a poignant orange-red color.

Flames are beautiful, but they can hurt people.

It is slowly devouring everything that once was, and this is a solemn memory.

The wind in the Feiyun Mountains blew, rolled up the ashes, blew them apart, solemnly let go of his hand, and the paper in his hand flew up like a butterfly gently, floating into the air, drifting farther and farther......

Another week passed.

Yu Huijun never appeared again.

The Saturday and Sunday visits, which used to be untouchable, never appear again.

Quietly at the gate of the teaching team, the sentry stood at his post outside the door, as if he was a little unaccustomed, and looked several times towards the end of the road in the distance.

The little girl in the pink tracksuit never appeared again.

The sentry looked up at the sky.

The sky was blue, and there were 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 Dacang's side and asked, "What is the state of that kid?" ”

Zhang Dacang didn't even look at Wen Zhixing, and said, "Which kid?" ”

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

"Solemn?" Zhang Dacang was still expressionless, "He's fine, he can't die, it's painful to fall out of love, but it's not including love and never been in love." ”

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

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

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

Wen Zhixing said: "I hope that Yan Yan will be able to understand my hard work in the future, he is a good seedling, and he should have a place on the stage of the group army competition." ”

Zhang Dacang didn't even think about it: "He is the best sharpshooter I have ever bred." ”

This time, he finally turned his head sideways and looked at Wen Zhixing to speak.

"Captain, neither you nor I can keep him."

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Some readers feel that this story is forcibly adding drama, and some readers feel that it is fake, thinking that how could the army let a female student in?

It's just a book, but I'd say it's almost entirely true.

The only difference from the description in the book is that I was undertaking a whole-division demonstration course back then, and Deputy Division Commander Cai came to pre-check this subject that day, and only then did I see Yu Huijun shouting on the sidelines.

Before writing this story, I thought a lot, whether to write it, and what is the use of writing it?

In this book, there are many character archetypes, and of course, there are also fictions, and all the stories are compiled into a book, and I hope my readers will feel something after reading it.

As the book says "trade-offs", life will always face some dilemmas, just like the solemnity in the book.

As for what is right and what is wrong, there is no complete conclusion, because everything is possible.

So what to do?

Follow your heart.

Don't regret your choice.

If you choose, you will never be discouraged if you fight to the end.

Ideals are precious because of some of the things you sacrifice in the process of realizing them. Why do some champions cry when they get on the podium? Because he felt that it was not easy to realize his ideals, he remembered what he had lost for his ideals.

In the same way, to grow, you must first learn to choose, and this is growth.

A reader replied in this chapter, 400 chapters, and the character has not yet been decided?

I'm sorry, but people are constantly learning, growing, and gaining experience all their lives.

The solemn growth runs through the whole book, because this is realism, not invincible flow. A twenty-year-old soldier, what do you expect him to be decisive and unmoving? I'm going to tell you really, you don't believe it if you think about it, do you?

PS: One more thing. Personally, I am not opposed to certain innocent feelings between military training. But soldiers must abide by the discipline of the troops, not allowed to talk is not allowed to talk, I am still very grateful to the captain of the year, although I lost a hazy relationship that may become the future, but I did what I should do, to be a soldier.

In addition, my current wife was one of the students in military training back then, but we didn't have any place to cross the line back then, and even when she confessed, I directly scolded her back - you are only sixteen years old, do you know what love is? Don't think about it! Study hard!

It's just that she's very stubborn, so stubborn that I can't even expect it, she said you said I'm small, right? I'll come to you when I grow up in six years, and I'll marry you if you're not married!

I'm kidding this girl!

But I didn't expect that six years later, I would die! She really found me based on a phone number I wrote down in my guestbook back then......

You say, "What else can I do?"

Only disarm.