Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 445 Where did the time go?

Qin Feng finished washing up and returned to the bedroom.

His room had no suspended ceiling, only a circle of plaster lines.

The wall is painted white, and against the wall is a wardrobe and a desk.

Walking in on the wooden floor, Qin Feng could immediately smell a familiar and vague smell.

It's that musty smell that comes from clothes that have been left at the bottom of the closet for too long.

No one has lived in this house for more than a year.

Although my mother had put on a clean bed sheet, a little draft still came through.

But it still couldn't blow away the cool smell that came from the fact that no one had lived there for a long time.

......

At night, Qin Feng tossed and turned.

The Simmons mattress at home was obviously more comfortable than the army camp bed, and the pillows were softer, but he still suffered from insomnia.

Qin Feng put on his slippers, walked to the desk and turned on the desk lamp.

I opened the drawer and found that the photo album that was supposed to be at the bottom had somehow moved to the top.

He sat down and slowly opened the pages, which contained some photos of his childhood.

The first one shows a baby lying in a bamboo basket, wrapped in a quilt.

The woman next to her had the most fashionable hairstyle of the 1980s and 1990s, and was wearing a fashionable padded shoulder suit, looking like a modern girl.

The second picture shows Qin Feng when he was two or three years old.

Wearing open-crotch pants and riding an old tricycle.

The woman behind was bending over and pushing the cart, with an indescribably happy smile on her face.

He flipped through several pages in succession, and memories flooded into his mind like a tide.

Qin Feng also seemed to be reading a fairy tale, and an innocent smile that did not belong to his age gradually appeared on his face.

At this time, Qin Feng turned over a photo, which was taken by the three of them beside the large flower bed in front of the Drum Tower.

There was a banner hanging on the Drum Tower with the words "Happy National Day" written on it.

Qin Feng was six or seven years old at this time, riding on his father's neck.

His eyes narrowed with laughter, and he held a majestic toy gun in his hand...

In the photo, Comrade Qin Aiming is in his youth and full of vigor and vitality.

She has lots of hair, smiles a lot, and hasn't been bent over by work.

Although Ms. Zhou Mei no longer perms her hair, she still looks very fashionable with powder on her face.

As I flip through the albums one by one, time flies by in the blink of an eye.

Qin Feng in the photo is growing up day by day, and his parents' faces and appearance are becoming older day by day.

My mother has more wrinkles and has lost a lot of weight; my father has less hair and looks more worried.

It seems that even Qin Feng in the photo has become more cool and rarely smiles as he grows taller.

Where has the time gone?

Qin Feng sighed deeply and asked this question.

Why did your disappearance take away all the smiles and joy?

Qin Feng turned to the last blank page of the album, but found that the paper on the last page was slightly different.

He rubbed it with his fingers and found that it was wrinkled, as if water had been spilled on it, leaving droplets of marks.

Under the desk lamp at night, Qin Feng's figure gradually faded.

Instead, there was a middle-aged woman with fine lines on her face.

She flipped through the photo albums one by one, watching her child grow up at her fingertips, with an unstoppable smile of happiness on her face.

But as I laughed, tears began to fall unconsciously.

The last page of the album was wet, leaving two words: miss you.

A loving mother sews the clothes for her son, sewing them carefully before he leaves, fearing he will return late. Who says that a filial son can repay the kindness of his parents?

At this moment, Qin Feng couldn't help but think of the poem written by the great Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao.

When he was in elementary school, he only knew how to memorize and take exams.

It was not until he grew up that Qin Feng began to truly understand the meaning of this poem.

He knew that his mother must have often looked through this photo album when he was not at home.

Many old objects can really make people cry, especially those that record changes and are full of traces of time.

Qin Feng felt inexplicably upset.

But if he chose to join the army, he had to sacrifice his small family for the sake of the public.

Many soldiers on duty in remote areas cannot go back home all year round, or even for several years.

They have their own missions and tasks, and are destined to dedicate their youth and everything to the thousands of lights behind them.

Soldiers are the first line of defense for the security of the motherland, and also the most crucial one.

Behind the peace and prosperity of the country and the well-being of the people are countless soldiers like Qin Feng who are silently sacrificing and dedicating themselves.

Although Qin Feng has many medals of honor.

He even has the honor of special merit.

The weight of the honorary titles of People's Defender and Combat Hero is self-evident.

But Qin Feng never felt how great or amazing he was.

What is truly great are the five words "People's Liberation Army".

These five words represent the supreme glory written by our ancestors who bravely braved the artillery fire with their blood and lives.

Qin Feng was just like most people, following behind and taking advantage of the situation.

At night, it is indeed easy to make people feel a lot of emotions.

After some emo, Qin Feng adjusted his mentality and prepared to turn off the lights and go to bed.

But suddenly, his eyes looked under the bed, and as if possessed, he pulled out a dusty shoe box from under the bed.

After opening it, it was filled with paper cranes, little stars, hairpins, couple rings, and corny love letters.

Looking at the delicate, loving, and vowed words above, Qin Feng couldn't help but shiver.

There were so many love letters and keepsakes that he couldn't remember which was which.

These are his dark history, but also the path he took to get here!

.....

Early the next day.

In the waiting hall of the high-speed railway station.

Qin Feng looked at his parents carrying lots of bags, and there was a hint of helplessness in his smile.

The train was at 7:10 in the morning, and Qin Feng and the other two were originally planning to take a taxi to the station.

But the two old comrades Qin Aiming and Zhou Mei insisted on seeing it off.

Not only did he escort them all the way to the waiting hall, he also bought a lot of things in large and small bags for them to eat on the way.

This includes a box of pure milk, a large box of biscuits, various snacks, and fresh fruits.

There are even two vacuum-packed salted geese and braised beef in soy sauce...

The configuration is almost the same as when Qin Feng was studying before and returned to school after the holidays.

As parents, no matter how old our children are, we are always afraid that they will be hungry or thirsty.

Qin Feng actually didn’t really want to take it, because he had to catch a bus and it was really inconvenient.

Moreover, it is highly likely that these things are not allowed to be stored in military academies.

The rules there are exactly the same as those in the army and are just as strict.

But Qin Feng was worried that his refusal would make his parents sad.

Just when he was hesitating and wanted to say, how about... taking less?

Zhao Pengfei and Li Jiasheng, however, had already helped him collect all the things with a smile.

It was obvious that they were not polite at all, fearing that they would get hungry on the road.

"We've received the things. Mom and Dad, you still have to go to work later, so go back first."

"It's okay, it's okay. It's still a while. Don't worry."

Mom shook her head and wanted to look at her good son more.

Although my father didn't say it, his eyes were also full of concern.

Gentlemen, love is in our hearts but hard to express.

Soon, a long queue formed at the ticket gate and the train finally started checking tickets.

Qin Feng and the other two quickly picked up their things and went to line up at the back.

In fact, they can show their ID and use the military fast lane.

But when they are away from home, the vast majority of active/retired military personnel try to keep a low profile as much as possible and are unwilling to cause trouble for the country.

The line was getting shorter and shorter, and soon it was Qin Feng and the other two's turn to check their tickets and enter the station.

Qin Feng passed through the gate and looked back.

His mother was still stretching her head to look over here, waving with red eyes, and reminding him to eat on time, sleep well, and not to be too tired.

Qin Feng was pushed forward by the crowd and soon arrived at the elevator leading to the platform.

When he looked back again, his mother was already in his father's arms, crying...

[When reading this chapter, I recommend reading "Where Has the Time Gone" together. If you don't cry, it's my fault.]