When the door opened, my parents were very excited to see me come back, but after the excitement, they complained and asked for a longer time. said that I would leave for more than half a year, and I wouldn't even make a phone call. And the whole person is thin and long-haired, and the beard is unkempt. It's like just running out of the mountains.

I thought to myself, didn't this just run out of the mountains of southern Chechnya? Still, I fooled them all with my made up lies. After all, it's his own parents, and it's much easier to be sure than to fool the policewoman. After the inquiry, my mother was busy contacting relatives and friends, and quickly spread the news that I had returned home.

I chatted with my dad, and their lives were still as peaceful as before. Except that the efficiency of the unit is getting worse and worse, and it is about to go out of business, there is no difference in the rest.

I said that if it goes out of business, it will go out of business, and it is better to go home and rest. Dad said no, after all, he still has to prepare a wife for me. He and my wife are planning to open a supermarket outside the community, and the place has already been found. After the New Year, I borrowed some money from relatives and friends, and I was ready to start it.

I felt very guilty when I heard what my father said. I haven't cared much about them since I was a child. also followed a Ukrainian Maozi to Chechnya and fought for almost a year. And they always think about me, which is what people often call the heart of a parent.

So I immediately said that I have made a lot of money for most of the year, how much money are you missing?

Dad said it would take about 100,000. When I heard this, I couldn't help but laugh. It turned out to be 100,000. This was a lot of money a year ago, but now it's not a lot. After all, in Chechnya, the war is not fought in vain, and it is not free to die for free.

However, I couldn't exaggerate too much, so I told him that I made 400,000 yuan from doing business, and I gave them 200,000 yuan to build a supermarket, and I kept 100,000 yuan for myself.

My dad was amazed at how much money I could have. Hurriedly asked me what business I earned it. Of course I told him it was a legal deal. Of course, there is more foreign exchange earned. After my father repeatedly told me many times to keep to myself, don't do anything illegal and undisciplined, and under my repeated assurances, I agreed. Then he told the old lady who had reported the news of my return to relatives and friends. My mother didn't nag me like my father, but praised me for finally being a little promising, and asked me to work hard in the future. But looking at me like this, he said that if it was too hard, he would come back and concentrate on making a supermarket.

I casually agreed. The next few days were nothing short of fairy days for me. Eat delicious meals, sleep in warm beds, hot baths. Everyone is amiable and smiling, and there is no need to worry about a shell suddenly falling from the sky, or suddenly rushing out of a group of enemies. The only thing that made me feel uncomfortable was dreaming, except that I was very comfortable sleeping when I got home on the first day, and I often dreamed that I was fighting in Chechnya when I went to bed afterwards.

There are some scenes that have been experienced in real life before, and some are illusory, but these scenes in the dream are combined with the non-stop sound of firecrackers set off during the Chinese New Year, and they become extremely real in the dream. Each time it woke me up from my dreams, and after a moment of fear and fear, I would think of my companions. Thinking about what they will do at this time, whether they are enjoying the warm family life as much as I do, or whether they are going to go somewhere to continue to play their lives.

The days go by quickly. In a blink of an eye, the year has passed. I transferred the money in the account to my wife as promised. They're starting to get busy with the supermarket. I was doing nothing for the time being, and I seemed to have returned to the life I had just returned from the army, focusing on self-training every day. Maybe I subconsciously plan to continue to do that desperate business, but I think the more important reason is due to the psychological effect of being a thief, and I am afraid that people will find out what I have done in the past year. And the one who triggered this psychological effect on me was my former classmate, the current policewoman.

It happened one day after the new year, when I was helping to move the shelves, it was almost noon, because I woke up early every day, and I was already hungry and ready to go home to get something to eat. As soon as I entered the community, I met Jiang Yan, who also went home. There was a man next to him, who looked like a classmate who had come to pick him up that day.

"You're going home?" She saw me and asked.

I nodded and said, "yes." Go home for dinner. ”

"Exactly. Let's go to my house and eat. It just so happens that my dad hasn't seen you in a long time. Jiang Yan said and pointed to me and introduced to the person beside him: "This is my classmate from elementary school to high school, Zhang Lin. We're still neighbors. After speaking, he introduced to me: "He is a classmate and colleague of my advanced class, Zheng Lei." ”

"Hello, hello." I shook hands with this man named Zheng Lei.

He smiled and asked me, "I heard Jiang Yan say that you were a soldier?" ”

"Huh? It's due. Cooks. I replied.

The two of them smiled kindly, and the three of us went to Jiang Yan's house together. The two of them went in first, and I was a little hesitant. Because I've been afraid of Jiang Yan's father since I was a child. I don't know why, maybe it's because of the kind of momentum he exudes behind the military uniform that scares me, which is also an important reason why Jiang Yan thinks I'm timid, because she is the least afraid of his father.

Uncle Jiang saw the door open and walked out of the house. He briefly glanced at Jiang Yan and Zheng Lei who were walking in front of me and smiled. It seems that this person named Zheng Lei has not come to her house once or twice. Then Uncle Jiang's gaze stayed on me.

I was a little uncomfortable by him, and quickly said, "Uncle Jiang is good! I'm here to eat. ”

Uncle Jiang looked at me for a moment and said with a smile: "It's Xiao Linzi." I haven't seen you for a long time, but I've changed a lot. It's good to be a soldier. He walked over and looked at me from head to toe again, patted me on the shoulder and said again, "It's kind of interesting." Not bad. ”

I smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to make a stubble, I wondered if Uncle Chiang, who had fought with the Vietnamese, had seen something. Just when I don't know what to say. Jiang Yan opened his mouth and said, "He is a cooking soldier. ”

"Cook?" Uncle Jiang looked at her in disbelief and then at me, "What's wrong with the cooking soldiers?" Cooks are also soldiers. Back then, we fought with those monkey cubs in Vietnam, and it didn't matter what kind of soldier you were, just a soldier. After speaking, he let go of his body and said, "Let's go eat." Let's have a drink. ”

"Drinking? How can I drink? I hurriedly excused myself.

"You can have a drink with my dad. Zheng Lei and I have to go to the unit in the afternoon. This great and glorious task is entrusted to you. Jiang Yan poured me a glass without saying anything.

We Chinese drink, as long as we open our mouths, it is definitely not a cup of business. Uncle Jiang and I pushed the cup and changed the glass, and drank until Jiang Yan and Zheng Lei went to the unit, and we didn't end it yet. The conversation went from homely to self-defense and counterattack against Vietnam, and then to my barracks years.

Although I drank a lot, I still maintained a certain level of clarity. When talking about me, I try to be as vague as possible, passing by. But it's still very tiring to deal with, after all, the person in front of me is a serious veteran, and he didn't have me when he started to be a soldier.

After I had another drink with Uncle Jiang, I looked up at the clock in the living room and said, "Uncle Jiang, I can't drink anymore." After a while, I will continue to help move things at home. Our family is going to open a supermarket, and a lot of things have to be carried and moved. It's not early, I have to get over quickly. ”

Uncle Jiang's appearance seemed to be a little taller, he looked at the clock, and then said unsatisfactorily: "Okay." Then the two of us are here today. ”

As soon as I heard this, I immediately nodded my head and said, "Ah! Good. Next time, I'll accompany Uncle Jiang to have a good drink. I looked at the messy table and said, "Then I'll clean up first." ”

Uncle Jiang waved his hand and said, "Put it there." Hurry up and get your hands dirty. ”

"Hey. Good. Then I'll go first, Uncle Jiang. With that, I put on my coat and prepared to walk to the door.

Uncle Jiang stood up and sent me to the doorJust as I was about to say goodbye, he suddenly said meaningfully: "Xiao Linzi, you are really not easy to be a soldier." ”

I was stunned when I heard this, and quickly said goodbye and left. When I got home, I didn't know what I was different about. So I looked in the mirror and still didn't find anything. But the more this happens, the more I feel afraid of revealing my feet. It made me feel like I wanted to run away from here. A few days later, I met the policewoman again. During the conversation, she asked me seemingly casually what kind of soldier I was when I was a soldier. This sentence alerted me, and the look that Uncle Jiang looked at me that day immediately appeared in my mind, as well as the meaningful words he said. I think Uncle Jiang must have said something to her later, or discussed me, no matter what he said, it must have made me, a classmate, have something for me. Suspicion is not enough, but at least curiosity. But even curiosity makes me feel dangerous.

The following month was a very quiet one. In addition to exercising every day, I also go to the small supermarket to help. Although the days were peaceful, my heart became more and more restless, first of all, the female classmate and policewoman asked me about my experience when I was a soldier from time to time, which made me very uneasy, and the other was that I began to feel more and more bored. I don't know why this boredom is, it's the kind of boredom that doesn't know what I want at all, and sometimes I feel a little bit lost.

One day I was passing by a station on the side of the road and saw a billboard on the side of the road. I was attracted to the place where the contact information was written on the bottom of the billboard. Because the email address on it reminds me of the one John left me before the breakout in Grozny.

I can't help but wonder if they're still alive. So I went to the Internet café outside the community and got on a computer. After registering an email address for myself, I sent a short sentence in English to the email address John gave me: "John, are you still alive?" I'm a gypsy. ”

Two days later, when I came to the Internet café again and opened my mailbox, I received a reply. However, I am not sure if this is John's reply, because the reply contains only a short sentence: "Time and place, I will go to you." "There was nothing else, no signature.

I thought about it, and for safety reasons, I couldn't meet with John or any other contact in the city where I lived. So I replied three days later and met at the International Hotel in SH at 3 p.m. As soon as I sent it, I was ready to take a look at the web to see what was going on in Chechnya now. When I finished reading the news I was going to see, I found that I had already received a reply in my mailbox. This time, the answer was simpler: "Understood." ”

After that, I bought the ticket and handed the card with the rest of the money to the old lady. I told her that I was going out for two days, maybe I would be busy for a while, and I would send money to this card regularly and try to call home as much as possible. After that, the family kept telling me to set off for SH.