When he heard the shouting, Zhou Hai, who was thinking, was a little confused, got up and walked towards the door.
When he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man with a dark complexion, which seemed to be due to long-term sunlight exposure. His body was straight and upright, showing a vague sense of solemnity and seriousness.
"Who are you?" Zhou Hai looked at the man in front of him and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember.
"Haha, Xiao Hai, I haven't seen you for so many years. I didn't expect you to grow so tall. Do you remember uncle? I used to take you to the amusement park." The middle-aged man in front of him looked cheerful when he saw Zhou Hai. Smiled and said.
When Zhou Hai heard the description of the middle-aged man in front of him, his past memories suddenly appeared in his mind: "Are you Uncle Ge?"
Ge Haiping, Zhou Pingyuan's best friend in the past, belonged to the kind of brotherly brother.
When Zhou Pingyuan failed the college entrance examination, he had to sign up to join the army. After the recruit training camp, he was assigned to the Iron Fist Division in the Southwest Theater Command and became an engineer soldier who dug trenches and fortifications with a shovel all day long. As the saying goes, he had mud legs.
Ge Haiping passed the Lianda Naval Ship Academy, known as the "Cradle of the Chinese Navy" with excellent results, and became a member of the Chinese Navy.
Although the two revolutionaries had different places, their relationship has not faded. On the contrary, it has become more and more profound like old wine.
After Zhou Hai was born, Ge Haiping would come to see him every time he was on vacation and take Zhou Hai around.
Zhou Hai didn't know much about Uncle Ge, except that he was a good man.
Good guy?
Well, this is a good guy card belonging to Zhou Hai.
There was no way Ge Haiping came to his house every three or four years, so he could only be considered a good person.
It had been four years since the last time Ge Haiping came to his home, when Zhou Hai was fourteen years old.
If he hadn't described himself, Zhou Hai wouldn't have been able to remember it.
"It's good that you still remember me, haha, by the way, where is your dad?" Ge Haiping said with a hearty smile, his bronze cheeks exposed to the sun all year round showing a kind look.
Looking at Ge Haiping who was looking forward to it, Zhou Hai shook his head gently, sighed inwardly, and decided to tell him the truth: "My dad is gone."
"Your dad is gone?"
Ge Haiping smiled, but when he looked at Zhou Hai's slightly sad and sad expression, he immediately reacted. He froze in place as if he was struck by lightning, his whole body trembled slightly, and there was an unbelievable expression in his eyes: "Where are you going... you are explain?!"
Zhou Hai smiled, opened the door, turned around and walked into the main room, looking at the wall.
Ge Haiping clenched his left and right hands tightly, his body trembling slightly, and followed Zhou Hai's steps into the main room. A photo with mainly black and white colors came into view.
With eyes as sharp as sharp knives, staring at Zhou Pingyuan's kind smile in the photo, Ge Haiping was a little overwhelmed, a little hard to accept, and a little confused.
gone.
His best friend in life was gone just like that?
"Leukemia." Zhou Hai looked at Zhou Pingyuan's smile and said softly with the same carefree smile on his face.
Ge Haiping's body trembled and he closed his eyes gently, but two crystal clear tears still burst out of his eyes and slid down his cheeks. His throat surged and he took a deep breath: "When?"
"A year ago." Zhou Hai said calmly.
"A year ago...Brother, I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to send you on your last journey." Ge Haiping stretched out his slightly trembling right hand, took out a packet of Chinese from his arms, and ordered a shot for himself, with moist eyes, and whispered softly Talking to himself.
Looking at Ge Haiping, who seemed to be a little broken, Zhou Hai's mood fluctuated a bit. He shook his head, turned around and left the main room gently, coming outside into the cold wind.
There is no resurrection after death.
Zhou Hai has accepted this result and is very bearish.
During the first lunar month, snowflakes are falling, and it is extremely cold in Chengdu this year.
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After a while, Ge Haiping also came out of the main room, his back as straight as a pine tree. He had collected his emotions, took out a soft Chinese medicine and handed one to Zhou Hai: "Xiao Hai, do you want to smoke?"
"No, Uncle Ge." Zhou Hai shook his head gently.
Cigarettes and alcohol numb the nerves, and Zhou Hai doesn't like that feeling.
Ge Haiping lit a stick for himself, blew out a white smoke ring, took a deep breath, and said to Zhou Hai: "Xiao Hai, what are your plans for the future? I am your father's best brother. If you have any ideas, just tell me."
Zhou Hai's mother, Yang Qian, had passed away a long time ago. Ge Haiping knew this, but today's news of Zhou Pingyuan's death was like a bolt from the blue, almost causing Ge Haiping to collapse.
Zhou Hai is the only child of Yang Qian and Zhou Pingyuan.
Ge Haiping had already made a decision in the main room and would do his best to cultivate Zhou Hai.
Zhou Hai was a little surprised and responded: "I'm going to take the exam for the military academy."
"Military academy, how are your results? I have connections at the Lianda Naval Ship Academy. You can take the exam there. Your Uncle Ge will definitely satisfy you." Ge Haiping had expectations in his eyes, his face was dignified, and he said seriously: "If you want to take the Army exam Military academy is fine too.”
His words were confident and calm, without any hint of arrogance, as if he was simply stating a fact.
"..." Zhou Hai looked at Ge Haiping, who was confident and dignified, and didn't know what to say.
Become an army that digs trenches and fortifications all day long?
Or a navy who plays in the water all day long?
Well, in comparison, he still prefers decent pilots.
"I'm going to be admitted to the Air Force Aviation University." Zhou Hai exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the hot air quickly condensed into white mist in the cold environment.
"Lu..." Ge Haiping nodded lightly, thoughtfully, and then immediately reacted, looking at Zhou Hai with a strange expression: "Song, Air Force Aviation University?"
air force?
Those birdmen who fly in the sky all day long, claim to be the benchmark of the new era military, are so arrogant that everyone looks down on them except the Strategic Rocket Force, and are these bastards who have been robbing their navy of military expenses and resources?
As for the Big Brother of the Army and the Strategic Rocket Force, these two bosses make everyone lose their temper.
As a huge country with a border of 22,000 kilometers, China has territorial borders with 14 surrounding countries. This geographical situation determines the importance of giving priority to the development of the army.
The eldest brother of the army has received the most resources and funds over the years, and can be called the richest among the four major arms.
As for the Strategic Rocket Force, formerly known as the Second Artillery Corps, this branch seems to be separated from the Army. It controls the most terrifying armed force in China and even the world-nuclear bombs.
Both masters are untouchable.
When Zhou Hai saw Ge Haiping's expression, he was a little puzzled: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, Xiaohai, are you sure? The pilot's physical examination is the most stringent among all branches of the military. If you can't pass the physical examination, it doesn't matter if you have good grades." Ge Haiping felt a little embarrassed, and immediately changed the subject and said seriously.
