Text/Yang Xiaoxie
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In the past few years as a soldier, I ran as far as I could and tried my best to go to more places.
I don't care if people say I'm restless, and I don't care about fame and fortune. Although I know that I will envy the soldiers who joined the Party in those days, there is no mass base for frequent unit changes, and the unit leaders are exclusive (it is not appropriate to say more). In this secular world, it is normal.
But in any case, I must go far away, and I gave myself the best answer: see the world more and exercise more while I am young.
Over the years, I have been going from one place to another, from a strange unit to another, non-stop, from being afraid of strangeness to getting used to strangeness, from being afraid of loneliness to getting used to loneliness, and finally enjoying loneliness.
Over the years, my monitor has changed one after another. In my mind, there are two monitors with the heaviest weight. One is the old Tang, who is also my dumper master, and the other is Brother Hui.
When I was chatting with my comrades recently, I talked about the most unforgettable people and things in my years as a soldier, or the time I miss most.
The first thing that popped up in my mind was Sister Hong Kong, the unforgettable day when I practiced driving with him in the training team.
And when Tibet experienced life and death. There is a high-voltage wire overhead, and I am sitting in the dump truck, and the sparks crackle ..... This picture seems to reappear yesterday.
Of course, Daliangshan also has mysterious boundaries of years, high mountains and dense clouds, and warm weather.
Every time I think of Daliangshan, I always think of Brother Hui and the story that happened to him. Let's see, it's been four years, not short.
Write about Brother Hui, a romantic figure in Rizhao, Shandong.
Some memories, no matter how time goes by, can't be forgotten, and will only be branded deeper and deeper, imprinted in the depths of the years.
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Brother Hui is my third monitor and the best person to me during my year in Daliangshan.
I just arrived at the Daliangshan Public Security Squadron, and I don't know anyone. Later, I learned that Hong Jie was there, but because she was not on duty at the same post with him, and the day shift and night shift were often staggered, she spent little time with Hong Jie, and most of the time was alone.
When I first arrive in a strange place, I always feel uneasy and cautious. I always feel that I don't belong there. More precisely, I haven't integrated into that group.
I was assigned to Brother Hui's class. He is the monitor, 1.8 meters tall, with a little dark skin, long and strong chest muscles. You can also see his chest protruding together in a loose physical training suit, and he is still vaguely exposed.
This is not a person, this is clearly a bear, generous and honest bear's paw, one punch can jump a cow to death.
Coupled with the charming magnetic voice, I am full of man charm. God, I'm fascinated by this crab.
I sighed silently in my heart, looking for a husband should look for him, which is both handsome and safe. I have a bear at home, see who dares to force you to say it again. Give him a bear's paw, everything will be quiet, and your world will be peaceful.
I was too scared to talk nonsense when I met such a bear. At that time, I was afraid that he would suddenly give me a bear's paw and I would not die.
So, in the first few days, I did my job quietly, and there was nothing to say.
Brother Hui thought that I was silent for several days, and my personality was withdrawn and introverted. One night, I called everyone in my class to the study room for a class meeting.
He said to the whole class: welcome new comrades-in-arms, everyone clap!
The comrades in the class applauded loudly in an instant, which made my eardrum sting. Both of them worked hard and looked enthusiastic.
I secretly laughed in my mind, speculating that the reason why they applauded warmly must be that they were afraid of eating bear's paw.
hahaha. These people are really interesting.
I didn't know what to say, so I stood giggling, my cheeks were burning, and then I grinned and clapped hard and kept saying, OK! All right! All right!
In retrospect, it's really embarrassing. I'm actually shy and nervous. The point is that I can only say "yes", which is embarrassing. Even if I changed the word "good", it would be higher.
Brother Hui smiled, relieved his embarrassment and said, "Nothing, nothing. Don't be nervous or shy. Veterans are easy to get along with. Think of this place as a big family and do a good job in our class. " .
I giggled and nodded, and stood up straight, silly.
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After the dissolution, comrades all played their own mobile phones and games. I sat on the bed and pulled my fingers for a while. I was going to take out my mobile phone and play cool running every day. Brother Hui suddenly stopped me and said that he wanted to talk to me and get to know the basic situation.
I followed him with trembling hands. I was so scared. Don't ask me what I am afraid of. I'm afraid of bear's paw.
I walked to the top of the building with him, looked up inadvertently, and suddenly surprised me and bowed my head unwilling.
You haven't been to Daliangshan, you must not know how beautiful the night sky is there. There are many stars hanging overhead. All you can see are stars, which makes you feel like you are standing in a painting.
I don't know why, but these lyrics flashed through my mind:
Brother Hui patted me on the shoulder and said:
Five years ago, when I first came to this squadron, like you, I always found it difficult to integrate into this group, although everyone was friendly and enthusiastic.
He looked at me and said, I didn't get used to it at first, but on second thought, I didn't look back. I'll settle down when I come. You have to make some achievements when you come, so you can't muddle along, can you?
I think what he said is very reasonable, but I don't know how to answer him. I replied with a "well" and continued to look up at the stars. It's beautiful.
In this mountain far away from the city, under this vast starry sky, the stars are a little sacred and sad, and there is a deep sense of loneliness in my heart.
Brother Hui went on to say:
Later, in the training, I actively cooperated with them, regarded myself as one of them, and studied the organization and command course of the monitor for my own use.
During the break, I went to the top of the building to recite the teaching method and practice password command.
Slowly, I stood out in my usual performance. Later, after training, I became the monitor.
I looked at brother Hui and said with admiration, monitor, you are really amazing!
He said, you can, too, if you want.
I don't believe I can, so I looked up at the night sky and changed the topic: There are so many stars here, much more than my hometown, so beautiful.
Yes, he took over the conversation. Our collective is like these stars. Only when they all shine can we have this beautiful night sky.
However, only when you are the brightest star will you stand out, he said, understand?
That night, he was the monitor on duty. We talked for a long time, and he went to work. When he left, he left a meaningful sentence: Come on, young man, I believe you can do it.
Later, whenever I had a rest at night and the night sky was clear, as long as I didn't play ball, I would go to the roof to practice, listen to songs and watch the beautiful night sky.
The bright moon and spotless starry sky give the world the most peaceful picture with their unique beauty.
This scene took me back to the night when I was a child counting stars. I rode on my father's shoulder, bit by bit, one little finger, two little fingers, three little fingers ... I didn't care about the meaning, just wanted to do it.
Such a quiet night, my heart gradually calmed down.
Happiness is actually very simple, put aside all complicated and vulgar ideas and do simple things you want to do.
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I knew the story hidden in Brother Hui's heart was to be on duty together at night. At that time, I knew him very well, so well that I called him Brother Hui instead of monitor on weekdays.
I let out a cry, he should be happy.
That night, our duty station was in the tunnel. The sentry box is a simple reinforced concrete brick house, which is installed at the fork of the tunnel. On the back, the tunnel rock wall is the wall, facing the exit of the tunnel fork, which is cold and humid.
At the exit, there is a bridge connecting another mountain. Under the bridge is the Pentium Yalong River, and upstream of the bridge is the Jinping I Hydropower Station. The dam height is 305 meters, which is the highest of its kind in the world so far.
The hydropower sector is known as "the largest in the Three Gorges and the hardest in Jinping", and it is also recognized by foreign hydropower sectors as "the most technically difficult, the most difficult in construction layout and the most difficult in construction management". (If you are interested, you can go to Baidu to learn about it and continue telling stories. )
There are cars coming and going in the tunnel every day, and the dust is very heavy. The window of the sentry box is closed at any time, and tiny dust falls on the glass, which is foggy. In order not to affect your vision, you should wipe it several times a day.
Go straight in the direction of the highway into the tunnel, which is the underground powerhouse of the hydropower station, but don't go in to see it. The tunnel is deep, and the car can spread far and far by honking its horn.
At about 0/2 o'clock that night/kloc-,after the last group of migrant workers were delivered by the administrative vehicles, there was no traffic.
There is no noise in the tunnel except the hum of the ventilation equipment.
It's a bit scary at night, especially on such a big mountain. I always feel that a ghost is coming to kill me, and I'm scared.
Brother Hui is not afraid. He excitedly took out a dozen dark beers and some chicken feet snacks he bought before going to the sentry.
Ask me: Do you drink? Have a drink with me. (There was no prohibition at that time)
I looked intently, 500 ml a can, and I said wryly, I can't drink much, so I guess I can faint in this can.
He smiled, pulled open the pull ring of the jar and said, Do what you can, drink as much as you can, and be happy.
Do as you would be done by. Brother Hui knows how to respect others, which is what I respect more about him.
Unlike some superficial and vulgar individuals, as long as they can drink, they act like "Lao Tzu is invincible in the world", and those who say they can't drink are not men. They are good at attacking others with words to highlight themselves.
Finally, I vomited, fell, fell, and the people lying in the toilet were also lying in the toilet. It's embarrassing. It makes people feel funny and pathetic.
I hate drinking, which is the only way to achieve great success in society. When I see a customer talking about the list, I will serve the wine table, beer, white wine, yellow wine and Maotai ... As long as I can't drink it, I will drink it to death.
Drunk and numb, then I went to KTV to howl, called a few hostesses, played hooligans, had a good time, patted my thighs and waved a pen. Congratulations, the big order was settled!
Hate is hate, and we can't interfere in other people's lives. We just don't do it ourselves. After all, everyone has his own way of living, and I choose the way I like.
I drink, too, but with whom and how much.
Usually I only drink with my good friends. Four or five bottles of beer will be enough. You can also drink two glasses of white wine when you are in good condition. The picture is pure happiness, not a wine fight.
Brother Hui has a good capacity for drinking, frequently carries cans, and has the heroism of northerners. He ate half of the bottles in one gulp, and in a short time he drank three cans, while I was still chatting with him with the bottles, and half of the cans were still dangling.
After drinking two more cans of beer, he kept burping and venting, looked at me with a reddish cheek, hesitated, chewed chicken feet, and then killed another bottle.
Mother sang, tell the truth after drinking. He told a story that has been hidden in his heart for years. Judging from his expression at that time, I can conclude that he hasn't told this story to anyone.
PS: If you want to know what will happen later, please help me like it (I am embarrassed to cover my face).
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