The first time I wore this suit was in the second year after enlisting in the army. At that time, the EOD suit was 1.8 meters. The few people who volunteered to sign up were about 1.7 meters. The large-size EOD suit was put on. Only he was just right. .
When I was less than 20 years old, I didn't think much about wearing such heavy clothes. Later, I went to Erlianhot, which was even more unpopular. He set up the EOD class all by himself. Picked out a lot of small men, specially made M-size EOD suits, each with a pair of tweezers, needles and threads, all of which are five big and three thick men, and they are not ambiguous when it comes to needlework. In order to cope with the mercury bombs, everyone practiced balance with steel balls at the ends of wooden boards, and they didn't even put them down when they went to the toilet.
Different from other classes, as long as the people in this class are assigned tasks, they will either live or die.
Therefore, only people in this class will have the privilege to call home to report safety every two days.
Lu Yanchen put on a heavy EOD suit, moved his fingers, and looked at the current EOD squad leader and Qin Mingyu who were on standby beside him.
"Who is responsible for this?" The squad leader grinned, "Our squadron, or the police training brigade?"
Qin Mingyu sighed: "It's probably not our squadron."
There was a signal from above, and the crowd evacuated successfully.
"Leave a last word first, Team Road." The squad leader said as usual.
"It's the same sentence," Lu Yanchen pressed the earplugs into his left and right ears: "A thousand artillery fires a thousand blood, an inch of river and mountain is an inch of gold."
This was the first sentence given by the old captain when he first arrived in Inner Mongolia. On the day the captain died, he cried like a bereaved dog. On that day, he was supposed to replace the hostages, but he was forced down. In a second of life and death, people are gone, those beasts.
Lu Yanchen pulled down his protective mask.
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Gui Xiao felt uncomfortable all night, from stomach pain to headache, and finally to the trigeminal nerve. From the temple to the between the eyebrows, it was as if someone was using the tip of a knife to gouge out the nerve line, digging it out little by little, and pulling it hard every ten seconds.
Repeatedly, in the second half of the night, the pillow was wet with sweat.
She rolled out of bed, fumbled to the edge of the box, opened it, and poured out the bag containing the sundries: sunscreen, sunglasses, lip balm, cold medicine, stomach medicine, aspirin, sleeping pills, painkillers...
Take the sleeping pills and painkillers, leave the house full of lights, and go back to sleep.
After a while, I started dreaming in a drowsy state.
After breaking up for so many years, she has never dreamed of crossing Luchen, and sometimes she still thinks that she has dreams every day and night, so she thinks more during the day and dreams once, or she can't remember what he looks like. So, but everything backfires. The two have never taken photos together in the past, and even sticker photos have not become popular when they are together, let alone mobile phone photos...
No images, it's all about memory.
In the dream, she was still wearing her school uniform, covering the left half of her face that was smashed on the dirt playground. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. While listening to the head teacher say that you are a little girl, you are really indifferent, and you have to protect your face wherever you fall. Ah, so much trouble. It's so simple, it's hard to describe how hard a knife is. I cried for several classes and waited for him outside the gate of the kindergarten in the courtyard at night. Lu Chen came, straddled the mountain bike, looked at the street light with her chin for a while, and chuckled: "How did it fall? I'm not afraid of breaking the look."
The tears that were finally held back all night poured out again: "Are you so comforting?"
"Does it hurt?"
"What if it's broken?"
"How did it fall?"
"Will your parents dislike it?"
"… "
The scars are the most ugly. When I look at the mirror, I can see a black blood scar on the left cheekbone. I was frightened by the school doctor that I couldn't touch it, and if I touched it, it would leave a scar. It took two months from scarring to healing. After passing the middle school entrance examination, he also asked about it on the first night. He didn't mention it later. At most, after it healed, he liked to rub her with his thumb. He was injured. The skin is thin and the redness is more pronounced than elsewhere. Also nice.
Like someone is pressing playback, the screen flickers and goes backwards.
She covered the left half of her face that had been smashed on the dirt playground, tears streaming down her face, listening to the head teacher talk about you, this little girl, it's really out of tune...
She was panting desperately, consciously wanting to wake up, but unable to break through the dream.
Broken the jar, knocked open the door of the school doctor's office, and cried while crying, "Lu Chen—"
The weight that was bound all over his body suddenly disappeared. She shook slightly, opened her eyes, panted, and sat up.
There is no light. The lights are all off.
She woke up from her sleep, and before she regained her consciousness, she had already looked around for the person who turned off the lights.
This room is small, and there are no sofas and other odds and ends. It is too easy to find him. It is on the window sill, on the wooden window sill as wide as one person. Lu Yanchen is sitting with one leg on it, head resting on the glass, covering his A black padded jacket, with arms wrapped around him, sleeping in a position that looks extremely uncomfortable...
The emotion of being lost and found washed over her body, she trembled slightly, lifted the quilt, and ran over barefoot.
Lu Yanchen knew that she was awake, and he heard when the quilt was lifted, but she was sleepy and tired.
With a high concentration of rushing on the road and dismantling the bomb, the bones seemed to fall apart. The double mental pressure came from the bomb and the guilt towards Gui Xiao. So the task was successfully completed, most of which were nonsense, and no one wanted to deal with it. The first thing was to rush back. It's been a whole night since I came back, and the sunlight and lights in the room are mixed together, shining on Gui Xiao's sweaty forehead.
She was having a fever at the time, so he went down and bought antipyretic medicine to feed her, and stayed with her all day, and just slept.
He didn't open his eyes forcibly: "It's not Inner Mongolia, other provinces, downtown areas, that bombing is very troublesome, I can't do it if I don't go."
No reply. He didn't open his eyes because he was afraid to face her, afraid that she would get really angry. Is really afraid.
I practiced it once in a yurt that night. After so many years, I really seldom come into contact with female creatures, especially the woman I love. It was clear that when he was a teenager, he was able to coax her with ease, but now, Gui Xiao has a slightly wrong look in his eyes, and he can't deal with it.
Lu Yanchen didn't hear any movement, and when he opened his eyes, he heard her cry softly.
Gui Xiao squatted down next to him, his nose twitched, and squatted there crying. And cry more and more fiercely.
Watching her cry, it's very hard to tell what it feels like, it's very uncomfortable, very distressed, and there is a lot of guilt and self-blame. He was even shaken at this moment, assuming that he received a call from her from the gas station in the hospital before the Spring Festival, he could hold back his desire to see her even once, and rejected her excuse for asking for help—
The two never met again, maybe it would be better for her.
But these thoughts were fleeting.
Lu Yanchen pulled her off the carpet and held her in his arms: "Before I demolished, they asked me to leave a last message. I didn't mention you, do you know why?" Response, as if not heard.
"I'm afraid if you leave one more word, you really won't be able to forget me. You won't be able to get married, let alone say it, and you will come all the way to Erlianhot every year to go to the grave, but you're not married, and you're like a martyr's family. I think you can do this. come out."
Gui Xiao's heart was beating so fast that he couldn't stop, tears were still falling, he pushed Lu Yanchen a step away from him, and in a burst of sobbing, he said softly, "I'll just say one sentence, Lu Chen, give it to me. Listen."
At this point, her throat was blocked by something, and it hurt like being burned.
After being silent for two or three seconds, Lu Yanchen said in a low voice, "You say it."
The recurring dream just now completely dismantled the calmness and maturity she had accumulated under the pressure of life for so many years. When she woke up, she even thought she was still in her teens, and there were only two things she didn't dare and couldn't face: If Lu Chen broke up with her suddenly, if the injury would make her lose face... Pure and direct, no concealment.
Teenager feelings are the most direct, without so many realistic factors, job ideals, family predicaments, unspeakable weakness and withdrawal. I won't back down, I won't think, I feel that life has infinite possibilities, and all roads can lead to Rome. At that time, I love you, that is, I love you.
If there is an irreversible accident tomorrow, do you regret it or not, and give up love because of reality
She suddenly realized that every day in the future was an "accident".
Life is full of sharp turns, and just a moment ago, it was still a road of prosperity, and I rushed to the winding mountain road with nine bends and eighteen bends, and I didn’t even show you the road signs. Who will lose weight and fall off the cliff? Who will drive smoothly and wait for the next turn? Only God knows.
"We'll get married when we go back," she said in a low voice, saying what she had thought about when she first cried, "It will be settled right away."
Lu Yanchen thought that he had heard it wrong.
Even in the first half second, he was still thinking about whether to agree if Gui Xiao proposed to break up. Then, according to what he knew about Gui Xiao, he quickly summed up the answer of "Never agree"—
And now.
In this silent moment, the first thing he reacted to was that he wanted to smoke a cigarette to suppress his uncontrollable emotions.
Gui Xiao still didn't know anything, didn't know that he had just fulfilled his biggest wish before leaving the army, his brother's grievances were finally comforted, and his "relatives" were finally avenged. He has given him all his eleven years of youth. As time goes by, even the memories of those boyhood days in Beijing have become a matter of his previous life. That year, he was still a teenager who didn't even bother to wear a school uniform. That year, the college entrance examination was still July, August, and September in July. That year, he was beaten up by his father, covered in bruises, and locked in the garage of the garage. After the time for the Chinese exam was over, he let it go and wandered the street on his mountain bike resignedly.
Back then he was leaning against the wall in the billiards hall with his arms on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette.
met a girl.
Now, in Erenhot, the girl asked him... No, she asked him to marry her.
He suddenly found that he had made a wrong judgment. If he really died just now, even if he really didn't leave a word to Gui Xiao. She will also turn her whole heart into ashes with herself, bury her in the ground, and get no subsidy from the families of the martyrs, and go to work on the families of the martyrs...
"Did you think about it for so long?" Gui Xiao finally couldn't hold back after a long wait, and asked softly, "Are you still taking into account the attitude of my family? It doesn't matter, those are not important."
Lu Yanchen didn't look for any cigarette case anymore. He just remembered that he had thrown it on the marble counter in the bathroom. He was not free now, and he didn't have the time to take two more steps to get it. He pulled Gui Xiao into his arms and got everything he wanted from her lips, a man's desire for a woman, a teenager's imagination of his beloved girl's beauty.
"Gui Xiao..." While kissing her lips deeply, Lu Yanchen unbuttoned her pajamas, which had been soaked in sweat several times because of the fever. The small silver buttons made of shells danced effortlessly one by one. , unwrap.