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Chapter 291 A Bullet (Added)

"Come on, brother, cheers, it's water and fire together..."

Under the reverberation of the singing, the warehouse became more and more quiet. The only sound of breathing seemed to be faint, but there was an invisible echo in the singing, which was emotion.

Shao Yi'an's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and his fists were clenched tighter at some point. It seemed that Shao Yi'an had seen a situation that was difficult for him to control in the darkness brought about by closing his eyes. Hard to hold on to.

"Depending on each other, the days of triumph will never be drunk or return..."

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With the passage of time, the infinitely beautiful sunset in the western sky was gradually replaced by the dim sky and the looming stars, and of course the bright round.

The night has just fallen, and the night is not yet dark, but the warehouse is already invisible, the artificial lights have not been turned on, and the gaps between the wooden boards and iron sheets have not been sealed, because the night is not dark enough and the moon is not bright enough, so there is no light for now.

Darkness has occupied the warehouse for a long time.Because the waiting time was too long, the fluorescent protective color screen of the laptop was off duty. At this moment, the computer screen was completely dark, the same darkness as everything around it.

In the depths of the dark screen, the processor of the computer is still running, reading the audio data and playing it through the speaker. The "Brothers Forever" that can be cached and downloaded for free with the military ID has been played here many times, and it is still going on. .

The melody of "Brothers Forever" occupies this small warehouse as much as the darkness.As night falls, there are people in the brightly lit place outside, and there are stories in the darkness of the small warehouse.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway, what they say is a little mysterious, they can understand what they should understand, and those who don't have enough opportunities just listen.

The song composed of abstract meaning sentences and sad and long tunes is repeated tirelessly over and over again. As a new song, this kind of treatment is not unusual, and many rooms have this kind of melody at the moment.

It's just that some people only listen to songs, while others listen to the past.

In the warehouse, in the darkness, looking at the chair through the occasional light from the stereo, two lines of tears were slowly flowing on Shao Yi'an's face covered by life.The day of yesterday cannot be left behind, and the day of today is so worrying. It turns out that my past has always occupied my today.Shao Yi'an understood.

What you understand is not the song, you don't need to understand the song, just listen to it with your heart.What Shao Yi'an listens to is songs, what he thinks about is the past, and what he understands is today.

Sitting quietly, continuing to sit quietly in the dark, Shao Yi'an didn't move, even though he already understood, he still continued to sit, thinking about something.

Time continued to pass slowly and firmly in Shao Yi'an's silence, the night gradually deepened in time, the distant sky became darker and darker, but the starry sky became brighter and brighter when you looked up.

"Huh~!" Taking a light breath, as if he had made an extremely important decision, Shao Yi'an stood up and wiped away the tears on his face, walked to the side wall and turned on the light.

Zi~zi~ After a few sounds of electricity passing through, the lights were brightly lit, and the warehouse was like daytime at this moment.

After turning on the light, Shao Yi'an went to the cabinet at the other end of the table and took out a bucket of instant noodles and some other food. It was night and dinner was still needed.Eat as long as you can fill your stomach. Sometimes you really don’t care what you eat, such as at this time, such as at that time.

The food prepared at home, except for pots and stoves, is all instant food.From opening the bag of instant noodles to throwing away the garbage after dinner, Shao Yi'an solved the battle in 10 minutes.

After washing his face with clean water to wake himself up, Shao Yi'an sat down in front of the computer.

"Where do we start?" Shao Yi'an asked to himself.

After asking himself a question, Shao Yi'an fell into a strange state again. Unlike the jumping scene when he first listened to the song, the scenes of the past that flashed before his eyes seemed to be a kind of fast playback screen.Accompanied by the cold and long tune of "Brothers Forever" in my ears, some turbulent waves that had been deliberately suppressed and tried to forget came, just like a bullet hit the heart, and the blood roared out with life.

When life comes, everything seems to slow down, as if to give enough time for celebration, joy, the coming of life needs grandeur.When life leaves, there will be no time to record that moment, and the sorrow will not be able to catch up.

Let yourself have the past and remember the past, just like the time of coming and the passing of life, walking step by step, but the memory is like watching a lantern on a horse, tens of years in a flash.It turns out that most of the time we are repeating.

"Start here."

The past is like the wind and there is no trace to be found, but the place where the wind blows will leave traces. The flashing pictures in Shao Yi'an's mind are frozen in the previous scene, and it will start from here.

When you have an idea in your mind, you have to act.Naturally, Shao Yi'an opened the document, put his hands on the keyboard and started typing, he wanted to tell his own story.From the moment of excitement when we met last year and the moment when I wanted to remember but didn't want to.

[Where to start?

At the end of XXXX, I ended my wandering career and just settled down in a city.At that time, I changed several girlfriends one after another, and I didn’t feel any sense of stability in my life. The so-called stability was simply renting a one-bedroom apartment of less than 40 square meters in the west of the city...]

Following Shao Yi'an's typing, lines of subtitles appeared in the center of the blank document on the computer.

There is a story in my heart, a story I have hidden and avoided for a long time, and I decide to tell it, and I can tell it quickly, it will naturally take a long, long time.It's just that although this is also a story, it is not as fast as it is, not only not, but also very slow. Turning one's life into words on paper requires not only physical strength, but also mental strength. Every word is a copy. emotion.

Talking about your own affairs is never as easy as talking about others.

Listening to the song and pouring it out slowly, accompanied by the moonlight in the night, Shao Yi'an played from today to tomorrow, and from today to tomorrow, it was only more than three hours.

After making a subsection of the densely packed text in front of him, Shao Yi'an lifted his hands from the keyboard, rubbed his face to check the time, put his hand on the mouse, and prepared to find a website to send it out.

Create a point, start horizontally, and vertically, on the navigation page of the Wancha website, Shao Yian looked at the six-character links to the three literature websites, and was a little uncertain about paying attention.

I have never eaten pork, but I have always seen pigs running.Although he is not a hardcore fan of the internet literature world, Shao Yi'an still knows about these three websites.

Just because he understood, he hesitated.Originally, the three websites were basically the same for him, but now it is different. Chuangdian Literature has a moon-full Zijincheng. Do you want to use your real story to compete with this illusory story that is now No. 1 in the online literature world? , Shao Yi'an really couldn't make up his mind.

Avoiding his edge and choosing one of the other two, this Shao Yi'an really didn't want to choose. Although he has avoided life for so many years, he still has the desire to do the best in things, but this time he is not in the army. I haven't touched it before, I am not familiar with this battlefield!

"Even if you lose in the end, you have fought before. You can die or lose on the battlefield, but there are no deserters." After hesitating for a while, Shao Yi'an made his own choice. He had never seen the battlefield before going to the battlefield, so he just opened up again. It doesn't matter whether he wins or loses.

pop, pop...

Shao Yi'an moved the mouse to click on Chuangdian and started a series of application operations.

Under the website's step-by-step guidance, Shao Yi'an applied for his own account, and an author with the pseudonym 'Soldiers of the Past' officially entered the online literary world with Chuangdian. As for how long he will stay, that is a matter of later.

Opening his personal center, Shao Yi'an moved the mouse to the newly created work, clicked on it and followed the guidance, Shao Yi'an selected the category and came to the column of the work name.

Seeing the mouse blinking in the blank column, Shao Yi'an did not hesitate, typing on the keyboard with both hands, and a question that had been thought up for a long time jumped into the blank space.

"Leave me the last bullet."

Space overlapped at this moment, and history repeats itself countless times every day. This time, it is just a repeat in a different time and space, and it is no big deal.

After creating the work, Shao Yi'an selected the first few parts of the text he typed out today, pasted it into it, and uploaded it.

After refreshing and seeing that the progress below has changed to under review, Shao Yi'an let out a sigh of relief, exited the website, turned off the computer, turned off the lights after washing, and rested.

"The cold wind blows the leaves, and we will not return to the triumphant time if we are not drunk. Our stories should be known."

September NO.11, at around 01:30 in the morning, a novel that will make countless people yearn for and lament the life of special forces in the military was officially uploaded on the Internet.

A great god-level author with only one book also started the journey of a book in his life.

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There are not five hours between 01:30 in the morning and [-] in the morning, and the time running within five hours is quite fast, and morning will come soon.

"Our task in the morning, apart from the first hour of standing in the military posture, is to pull the string and kick the legs and practice the decomposition movements, so you have to be prepared, and you decide on your own mental preparation, but physically, I hope you can do it for breakfast later." Eat more, I can tell you very clearly that decomposition is more difficult than the whole at any time."

On the training ground, Zhao Shu, the instructor of Lin Feng's team, told his soldiers what they were going to face this morning with a smile on his face.

However, although what he said sounds like it is for the benefit of the proud children, it also seems to be creating psychological pressure from another aspect.

Tell you that you will die at three o'clock this afternoon, do you still have the mind to concentrate on other things?

　Three thousand.

　　Yesterday part two.Sorry for being late.

　　I wasted a lot of writing at the beginning, but fortunately I caught up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)