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When Wu Jianglong woke up, he found a pot of flowers on the windowsill.

"Isn't this Lao Shanlan?"

After Wu Jianglong had this information in his brain, he jumped off the bed and went straight to the flowerpot.

A flowerpot, not much bigger than the palm of your hand, stood quietly on the windowsill.There are a few orchids inserted in the flower pot. To be precise, they don't look like flowers at all, they should be [-]% grass.Because its leaves are very similar to grass, and their width is not much different, and the greenness in them is much higher than that of grass.However, it is such a plant, which is called Laoshanlan by the soldiers on Laoshan.

Wu Jianglong walked over, grabbed the flower pot and looked at it carefully.

This is no ordinary flower pot made of clay.It is not a container such as glass or jade.But a steel product.

The surroundings of the flower pot are densely engraved with words. If you don't look closely, it's hard to see that these words are actually mottled patterns formed after covering with a personal name.

Wu Jianglong didn't look closely at the pattern, he wanted to identify what kind of product it was as soon as possible.Because he thought of something.

Wu Jianglong raised the flower pot above his head, tilted his head to look at the bottom of the pot.

After seeing it, Wu Jianglong laughed inadvertently, "Heh, which kid has such a good technique."

On the base of the flower pot, there is a small hole that is not too big.There are still slight drops of water hanging on the small holes.People with a little military common sense can tell at a glance that this small hole was not chiseled out by the flowerpot craftsman, but the pre-existing shell primer.

After seeing the flowerpot, Wu Jianglong finally understood that the flowerpot was not owned by the local people, but was sent down from the front line.Among other things, the cannonball casing alone cannot be obtained here.

After having this idea, he looked up carefully.After staring at the densely packed characters for a while, he realized that these patterns were composed of a personal name.

Wu Jianglong smiled, "Fortunately, the buddies of Qilian haven't forgotten me."

It has been many days since Wu Jianglong left Laoshan. During these days, he traveled around the country with the "hero model report group".After going to many armies, schools, and cities, he felt extremely tired.Everywhere they went, they were greeted with clusters of flowers and bursts of warm applause.It is so similar, so warm.

At the beginning, Wu Jianglong was not used to this warm atmosphere, gradually got used to it, and then even wanted to avoid it.Especially reading the speech that was rewritten by a master of writing, I felt very uncomfortable.He fell back from the initial emotional state little by little, and after three or four times, he was a little confused.Facing the hundreds of pairs of eyes in the audience, he felt that his own vision gradually became blurred.

It seems that each word on the manuscript paper is not a word, but a beating life.These lives used to be so fresh, living with him, talking about the mountains together, and fighting the enemy together.

But now, they are all lying on the southern battlefield full of shrapnel, mines, and blood.And myself!But he lives in a comfortable hotel, sleeps in soft Simmons, and eats delicacies that he has never seen in his life.Facing the flashing lights, facing many expectant eyes, sitting on a high rostrum, talking about the battle scenes that have happened.

It's not impossible to talk about these battles, but that's the journalist's job, the writer's job.As a soldier, the best battlefield is on the front line, where you will always live and die with your comrades-in-arms, and share adversity, not such a rostrum full of flowers.

If we let Wu Jianglong tell the truth, maybe he won't be so depressed.Although the language is not fluent, but he can tell the truth.Can tell the arrogance, that kind of extensiveness, that kind of pride, and that kind of state that is not afraid of death of the soldiers.Although it is a bit rough, it is also the most realistic view on the battlefield.

But now, what he reads are all the words that have been corrected, or in other words, there are no body language drafted by him at all.There are too many political colors, too many flowery language, too much impracticality, and too much leadership intention.These alone made Wu Jianglong very uncomfortable.

At first, he didn't feel anything.Who made my writing level not high!It is a wish for someone to write for you.But later, Wu Jianglong gradually felt so uncomfortable with this speech, and wanted to strip out the watery things in it.However, when I talked to the head of the delegation, they refused to allow it, saying that this was something approved by the higher-level political department, and not a single word could be changed.

If you don't change it, don't change it!It's not enough for me to say a few words.

That's not OK.No, after Wu Jianglong made the fourth report, the leader of the team had a special talk with him, saying that he was not in high spirits on stage, and his words had no strength, and he did not stir up the atmosphere on the scene.Let him use his spare time to adjust his emotions and restore his state.

Wu Jianglong reluctantly accepted the leadership criticism.Unhappy, uncomfortable, who can blame!Who told the list to be determined in the first place, and I didn't refuse it when I asked for opinions!If you don't participate in this report group, won't you still be on the front line?How can I suffer this foreign crime here.

When the report group finished its report and took a break, most of the members attended various receptions with the local reception staff, or exchanged ideas with local comrades.But Wu Jianglong asked for leave, saying he had a headache and wanted to rest for a while.So he was bored in the hotel alone, sleeping with his head covered.

There is nothing wrong with doing a tour report.This is not only a political need, but also the most effective propaganda to revolutionary soldiers.Why is there often prolonged applause at the venue!Why can the audience shed tears of excitement along with the speaking members!Why in that era, the people of the whole country revered the revolutionary fighters so much.At that time, there was a most fashionable phrase called "long live understanding".

understand what?Isn't it just understanding the bravery and indomitableness of the soldiers of the People's Liberation Army, the fear of death and the awe-inspiring righteousness.Why are they doing this?Isn't it for the sake that every inch of the motherland cannot be violated, the honor of the motherland cannot be trampled on, and the peace of the motherland is protected!

Anyone who knows that period of history knows that China had just entered the reform and opening up at that time.With the opening of the economy, many things from the capitalist society flowed into China.It came gushing like a flood.

Those with skills are busy earning money to make a fortune, those with "talent" are busy with further studies and laying the groundwork, and those with connections are busy looking for jobs soon.Those with authority protect their children under their wings and prevent them from joining the army, for fear of participating in this war.

The most conspicuous and representative ones are those young people in society who are the same age as our soldiers.They carry a tape recorder all day long and wander the streets idly.Going in and out of video halls, pubs, or in front of movie theaters, fighting in groups.

Take another look.Our front-line fighters are guarding the southern border of the motherland at this moment, which is full of blood and hot land full of the smell of gunpowder.Although there are no big battle scenes at this time, small battles often occur.No matter it is night or day, there are mosquito bites, and at the same time, we must beware of the cold guns of Vietnamese army agents and the sudden attack of Vietnamese army artillery fire.

That is the Great Wall of China built at the cost of blood and lives.

Otherwise, at that time, why did people like many songs praising soldiers in southern Xinjiang, such as "Moon of the Fifteenth", "Looking at the Starry Sky", and "Blood-stained Style".

Regarding these, Wu Jianglong didn't know much earlier, because he was always on the front line and never came back to see them.Now there is time, follow the report group to make such a turn.How can the incongruous things in his eyes not make his thoughts change.

Therefore, he always felt that he was so uncomfortable.I always feel that the soft bed of Simmons is not as comfortable as the grass in Laoshan; the spaciousness and magnificence of the hotel is not as spectacular as the night view of Laoshan; The spring water chews comfortably.Perhaps he was born with the material to endure hardships, he could not see glory, he could not live a life of wealth, and it was his nature to maintain the status of a soldier for a long time.

I remember the poet Guo Xiaochuan wrote in a poem: "I'm going down, this is not a place where soldiers grow up and live. I'm going down, my thoughts can't fly here. I'm going down, stay here for a long time My heart will inevitably be sad..." I think this poem can't be more appropriate for Wu Jianglong.

Wu Jianglong was thinking with a flower pot when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." Wu Jianglong turned to look at the door and said.

The door opened, and it was Dong Yan who came in.

"Are you awake?" Dong Yan asked as soon as she came in.

"Well." Wu Jianglong was not in a good mood, "Why didn't you follow them around."

"I don't want to go." Dong Yan said, reaching for the flower pot in Wu Jianglong's hand, "I can't hold it like this, I will be tortured to death by you in a while."

Only then did Wu Jianglong lower his head to look.It turned out that the old mountain orchid in his hand had been held upside down by him all the time. When he was looking at the names, he unknowingly turned the flower pot over.

It was only after Dong Yan reminded Wu Jianglong that he realized it.When she wanted to save it, the flower pot had already been in Dong Yan's hands.

"Who sent this?" Wu Jianglong asked.

"It was brought here from Laoshan by a family-exploring soldier." Dong Yan said, "In order to deliver this potted flower to you, he traveled several cities before chasing it here."

"Where are people?" Wu Jianglong asked urgently.

"gone."

"Why didn't you wake me up, he must belong to Qilian."

"He has to catch a train and is busy leaving."

"You should let him stay overnight anyway."

"Forget it!" Dong Yan looked very helpless, "This soldier only has fifteen days of vacation, and now there are only five days left, how can he be willing to stay here for one night."

Wu Jianglong said to himself, "The road should be removed."

"It's been removed, but when we are looking for time, who will add it!"

Wu Jianglong was speechless, and silently walked towards the pot of old orchids.

"I'll be at your house tomorrow, you have to go home and have a look." Dong Yan reminded.

"Of course I have to go home and have a look, you haven't seen my parents yet!" Wu Jianglong paused, our family has a large population, are you afraid when the time comes? "

Dong Yan blushed a little, "There's nothing to be afraid of, it's worse than the Vietnamese devils!"

"Nonsense." Wu Jianglong sullenly said, "How can my parents compare with the Vietnamese devils?"

"Okay, okay, it's okay if I'm wrong." Seeing that Wu Jianglong was unhappy, Dong Yan persuaded.

"Dong Yan, can I discuss something with you?"

"what's up?"

"After seeing my house, I want to go back to the army!"

"No way!" Dong Yan worried, "I heard from the leader that we have to go to at least ten cities."

"Ah! Then I won't go."

"If you don't go, who will give your report?"

"It's fine to find someone to replace it, anyway, there are preparations."

"what would you do?"

"You are a doctor, so you say that my old injury has relapsed and I need urgent treatment."

Wu Jianglong's home is in a small county in a medium-sized city in North China.Both parents are cadres who eat state food.Although his father's official position is not high, he can do some things locally.Therefore, the life at home is relatively superior to that of ordinary families.

Wu Jianglong led Dong Yan off the bus, walked a long way, and finally came to a single-family house.

Seeing that the small iron gate was unlocked, Wu Jianglong pushed it open and entered the courtyard.

The yard was quiet and there was no one there.

Wu Jianglong went forward to push the door again.The door opened.Inside, a middle-aged woman was filling a thermos with water.

Wu Jianglong yelled towards the shadow, "Mom"

The woman didn't expect that there was someone behind her, and suddenly, she almost threw the thermos on the ground.

The woman turned her head and saw a tall male soldier standing behind her, and a female soldier behind her.

The woman was startled for a while, then narrowed her eyes and looked at Wu Jianglong.

"Are you?" The woman was about to ask a question, but suddenly changed her tune, "Xiaolong."

"Mom, it's me." Wu Jianglong put down the bag in his hand.

Mother Wu came over and murmured, "It's really a little dragon." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

After Wu Jianglong left as a soldier, he did not return home for six years.It's not that he doesn't want to come back, it's because the fighting situation keeps going on and he always has tasks.But his mother thought that he was having trouble with his father and refused to go home.

After hearing that Wu Jianglong went to Vietnam to fight, I don't know how many times Wu's mother cried and asked Wu Jianglong's father to go and see.But his father stubbornly insisted, "He walks the road by himself, and it is up to him to live or die."

In this way, Wu's mother could only live in anticipation, listening to the radio and asking Wu Jianglong's family members for news about Wu Jianglong.

When she heard that a death notice had been mailed to the local area, Wu's mother was very troubled.I don't know how many times I cried with these family members.While crying, he secretly prayed for Wu Jianglong in his heart.

Wu Jianglong is quite filial, he also wrote letters to his family when he had the opportunity, and even sent home a few photos he took during the battle.With the photo, Wu's mother felt like seeing her own son with her own eyes.Whenever she thinks of it, she opens the photo to look at it, hoping that her son will come back intact and early.

The day before yesterday, a notice came from the county, saying that Wu Jianglong's report team would go to his hometown city tomorrow, and the county specially arranged for his parents to also go to the city.

Wu's mother and Wu's father were of course very happy. After some preparations, they waited for the departure tomorrow.

After Wu Jianglong comforted his mother for a few words, he asked, "Mom, where is my dad?"

"I went shopping." Wu's mother stopped her mournful voice, "Your father heard that you were back, so he ran out when he was free. Now, he must be going to Lao Li's house again."

"My dad isn't working?"

"You're back, what work do you still have? You asked for leave yesterday." Mother Wu turned to Dong Yan with a happy face, "Is this Dong Yan?"

Mother Wu was afraid that Dong Yan would be cold, so she quickly turned her attention to Dong Yan.

"Auntie." Dong Yan called out and stretched out her hand.

Mother Wu also stretched out her hand and grabbed Dong Yan's hand, "Look at Xiaolong, he only knows how to talk, but he won't let you sit down. Put your things down and sit down quickly."

Wu Jianglong smiled awkwardly, "Mom, they are all our own."

Dong Yan gave Wu Jianglong a reproachful look, and sat down on the bed obediently.

"Sit down first, I'll get you some food." Mother Wu said as she was about to leave the house.

"Auntie, let me help you!" Dong Yan got up.

"Sit down, I don't need you." Mother Wu asked Dong Yan to sit down and went out to cook.

While talking, Dong Yan and Wu Jianglong browsed through the photo frames hanging on the walls of the house.

Wu Jianglong pointed to the people in the frame and introduced them one by one.

There was a cough in the courtyard, and Wu Jianglong blurted out, "My dad is back!"