Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

    To you above nine days:

    I think you have been watching me for a long time, self reincarnated in this world.

    As I grow older, I can gradually feel the weight of your weight on me, although there are no instructions, I don't know which way is what you expect, I can only follow my Think it's the right way to move forward - to keep as many people as possible in this land happy for as long as possible.

    Maybe you can say that I am self-satisfied. Yes, I am satisfying myself and rediscovering myself.

    I was born in a military family, and my childhood memories were covered by the vast Gobi. It's hard to imagine an army feeding horses in an age when virtual reality has become commonplace. But it's true, my father's military district has descendants of the last three warhorses.

    The northwest border is a good place in my memory, with flowers blooming on the Gobi Desert, mushroom rocks that make strange noises in the wind, and tanned and runny friends, And Dad's relaxed smile.

    What I'm about to say happened when I was five years old, when a strange soldier took away the good uncle next door. So the little boy with the runny nose disappeared, along with his gentle mother.

    On the day when Uncle Liang left, I stood at the gate of the courtyard and watched him being supported, turning back step by step. "Old Yang, you have to guard your conscience."

    Dad stood up straight, expressionless: "I will."

    "Old Yang, you have to keep your bottom line."

    "I will."

    "Old Yang, the road to the imperial capital is not easy to walk, you have to be careful."

    "I will."

    Because the good uncle's family left, my brother was very angry, he called my father a cold-blooded politician. He was only eight years old at the time, and he didn't know where he learned such advanced vocabulary.

    Shortly after that, our family went to the imperial capital, and the interval between the two things was so short that even I could feel the subtlety. Emperor Capital is a new world, with high-rise buildings and a large population. The cool three-dimensional traffic extends from the 100-meter-high sky to the dark underground. The light magnetic solar car sits up like a soaring sky, and outside the window of the abyss train, you can see the rushing river underground.

    My brother and I became children of the Imperial Military Region. The days after that were uneventful. As I grew up, my brother became more and more rebellious, and my studies became heavier.

    Occasionally I hear a few words from where the grown-ups slip up. Such as redress, such as high-level turmoil, such as power change. But after all, those are too far away. It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with my brother, it has nothing to do with my mother, it has nothing to do with the increasingly indifferent man.

    I am writing to you now lying on a rock in Liangfu Mountain with my brother's gun beside me. Seriously, I appreciate you bringing it to me. The autumn wind is very cool and the night is very long, which is suitable for telling an uninteresting story.

    My brother loved guns since he was a kid. When he was twelve, he stole his dad's gun and went to the shooting gallery. This matter was quite a big deal, and my father set a very severe punishment for himself and reported it. For this reason, he was silent for three years.

    But nothing seems to stop him from going up, any more than a leash can stop my brother from touching a gun.

      But I think he is very knowledgeable. From the distant World War II, to the latest ship-based missiles, he is familiar with it. If it can be operated by a single soldier, he can fiddle with it twice.

    I still remember him laughing and holding my hand from behind, making a character, and then, pop. "Sheng Sheng, I'll teach you how to shoot. We are the children of the college, how can we not shoot?" You see, no matter how much he hates his father, no matter how he dyes his hair and fights, no matter how much he is arrogant, he admits himself. It's the baby of the army.

    Afterwards, the three wars. Countries around the world have lined up around armed conflicts between old and new energy producers.

    The domestic atmosphere is very impetuous, and the young people seem to be very excited. This is the first time in hundreds of years that a large-scale war has occurred abroad. "It's not passive defense, but actively striving for national interests."

    I was in the fifth year of medical science at that time, and I had already decided to be a graduate student. Yes, I am like a serious military girl, wearing a white coat over my military uniform.

    About one day in the summer vacation, my brother and my father had another quarrel.

    "You don't dare to send your son to the battlefield, you press my entry form, this is a violation of civil rights! A hypocrite!" The elder brother patted the table and shouted.

    The man's face was ashen, and he said nothing. Seriously, I've never seen such a scary expression.

    As many times as I have been, I stood behind the door waiting for them to finish. My brother finally left. Before leaving, he laughed and pinched my face, saying that he had cracked the password of the military communication channel and could directly send me a video.

    We did use many videos later to chat about trivial matters about whether military food is good or not, and whether X city is hot or not. But in the traditional sense, that was the last time I saw him.

    Missing in the battlefield, notify the family.

    Mom fainted on the spot, and finally I went to collect my brother's luggage. The daily necessities are terribly simple, but the medals are numerous. This old sniper rifle was given to me by his comrade at that time, and many structures were damaged, including the scope and firing pin, that is to say, it was almost scrapped to the point of being unusable.

    It took me a year to fix it, scouring parts and replacing. Then, I signed up for the medical team in City X. X City is a logistical base, and there will always be a shortage of doctors.

    I don't believe he is dead, and to this day I have hope. If he's still alive, I hope he doesn't feel hopeless because of the lack of manpower on the operating table when he's sent to X City because of his injuries.

    I worked hard until the last day. The enemy army raided X city.

    I think you know about the latter. It was my first time killing someone, blood dripping and my fingers were numb from pulling the trigger, but fortunately, I still remembered to keep one for myself.

    When I arrived in X City on the first day, the old doctor who led the team said to us: "Some of you are doctors first, then soldiers; some of you are soldiers first, then doctors. But no matter what category you are, I hope that when you are a doctor, you can do your best."

    I always do my job, but I don't fall into any of the above categories.

    At the last moment of my life, it suddenly dawned on me that I was a politician first and a doctor second.

    My colleagues can be captives, protected by international law, awaiting exchange and redemption, but I cannot. Because I am my father's daughter, and I am a child of the compound, once my identity is exposed, it will make those uncles and aunts who hugged me when I was a child pay an unnecessary price, and it will bring the hearts and minds of the domestic people who are already declining day by day. Unnecessarily confused.

    Looks farther.

    Anyway, I thank you for bringing me my brother's gun, the best gift in thirty-eight years. If, I mean, if you can and are willing to help me do it, I hope you can send my brother back to Mom and Dad.

    I have no more wishes.

    Of course, I don't complain that a miracle can't come, and I never pin my hopes on the gods. I just think of my father's straight back and increased gray hair. After reincarnation, I became more and more like him.

    I saw the portrait, through the night vision goggles. Fifteen in total is my goal.

    That's it.

    I am now lying on a rock in Liangfu Mountain, holding my brother's gun. My brother is an ace sniper and his hands are very steady. Me too.