Political commissar Liu Tuan and Yan political commissar arrived on time at seven o'clock in the evening. They ordered Hu Bi Luo Chun, who were not drinking, and chatted freely while eating the special spicy dishes in the old store.
Ye Jian, who was in a good mood, was a little depressed at this time. Liu Tuan had already chosen to change jobs. After all the work on hand was handed over, he took off his uniform and left.
Political commissar Yan's transfer order had been down a year ago, and after the fifteenth of the first lunar month, he went to take up a post in the Linchuan Military Region.
This meal was actually a farewell meal, and Ye Jian was a little bit unaware of it.
"The three of us have known each other for ten years. I just transferred to Fujun Town to receive me not the previous head, but Old Chen. At that time, Lao Chen also came to Fujun Town for only two years." Liu Tuanyi The hot tea with a strong aroma of mouth tea has deep memories of the past on the fortitude face that has seen Fengshuang.
He sighed: "Time flies fast enough, ten years in the blink of an eye, too fast, too fast. Thinking about it now, it seems to be what happened yesterday. Old Chen, you wear a set of half-new and not old Chinese clothes. Holding two textbooks in it with dust still in his hair, he hurriedly appeared in front of me. I apologized when I came up, saying that you forgot the time in class."
"I wasn't just wondering at the time. In all, I should have sent a soldier from the army to pick me up into the mountain. It's no surprise that a teacher had arrived."
Fujun Town Middle School is an oil depot transfer station for north-south fuel logistics support, and its importance is self-evident.
Principal Chen, who is the guard of the oil depot, naturally needed to meet with the newly appointed delegation leader immediately. At that time, a teacher asked for a leave of absence temporarily, so he took a class instead. When he arrived, the delegation leader Liu had already arrived.
Recalling the past, there are endless words. Principal Chen who sighed and said: "Yes, old Yan arrived not long after picking you up. I still remember that you two had different opinions on military management at the time, and I was a teacher. Run into the mountains every three to five to make adjustments. After running in for almost half a year, the two of you stopped."
There is also Old Uncle Gen. He often persuades you, and once persuaded his old man to get angry.
That time I was just teaching the recruits to adjust the guns. When I heard that you were making trouble again, the old uncle carried an "Eight One Bar" and rushed in, put the gun on the table, and said angrily, "You two boys must It’s going to happen until you have to solve one? Okay, I will do you all. Rock, scissors, and paper will determine the outcome!"
The past is vivid, but the old uncle who taught them has passed away.
From the Loess Plateau, Liu Tuan wiped the wet corners of his eyes. He sighed and felt a deep sadness. He forced a smile on his face and took the words of President Chen, "I told Lao Yan later, The first-level sergeant's prowess is really different from ordinary people. He also plays rock, scissors, and cloth, and treats us as three-year-old children."
"Old Yan said coldly, "In the eyes of his old man, aren't you and me just three-year-olds?" "I was amused when I heard it. Since then, I haven't argued with Lao Yan. Even if there is an argument, I will settle it silently behind the cadres of the regiment."
"I'm a northerner, rough, and I speak straight. Lao Yan is a southerner, delicate, and I don't like to mention it. Hahaha, at that time I was annoyed by couples. I want to go to the military area and make a noise. I will transfer him away. It's always getting in my way."
Political commissar Yan’s eyes were also a little moist. He quietly raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes while drinking tea. Then he looked at Head Liu with disgust. I don’t have a surname if the rough guys here stepped down."