In the humid and warm air, in City D under the setting sun, with mottled tree shadows, a tall figure in a tall military uniform slowly walked out of the army gate. The soldiers standing guard immediately gave a standard military salute and watched him leave. The man smiled and nodded, very polite
, but the moment he turned around, he put away all his expressions, felt a little lonely, and walked absentmindedly on the tree-lined path.
Thirty-year-old Zhan Ye has just returned from Tibet. When you experience a truly hostile environment and wash away your arrogance of living in the city, you will understand that living against the world is a difficult and great thing.
At the age of thirty, he was a little panicked in the field. He inspired to join the army at the age of sixteen, and officially entered the military camp at the age of eighteen. Twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye. He has worked hard on his own since he was the youngest private, and told everyone with his strength.
He is not some red-blooded third generation who only has a good life, but an iron-blooded soldier who will dedicate everything to his country.
"Thirty years old..."
Zhan Ye sighed softly. For twelve years, he worked hard to create a world of his own in the military camp and in the army. In addition to the military rank on his shoulders, there were countless scars on his body that were like battle achievements.
But now he is slightly tired, and he longs for someone to share all the glory with him, who can give him a warm smile when he is tired and wash away all his loneliness.
But here, the so-called Third Young Master of City D is just a fairy tale woven by the wishful thinking of a group of women who want to marry into a wealthy family or enjoy the status of the Zhan family's daughter-in-law. Military marriage is an extremely sacred mission, and there are still a few in reality.
The girl truly understands the ideals and ambitions of a soldier, as well as the perseverance, perseverance, and hardships a military marriage requires.
On the tree-lined path, Zhan Ye didn't let anyone see him off. He just wanted to relax, breathe the familiar air of this city, and find a way to relieve his ridiculous panic.
Passing by a college, it was time for classes to be over. Zhan Ye smiled slightly and couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at those young faces that were smiling wantonly. Hiding in a corner, Zhan Ye lit a cigarette and said,
Men are also a little sentimental and sad, and they can't help but think of their youthful years.
Just as Zhanye was immersed in his endless recollection of memories, a few seemingly delinquent high school students also turned into a corner, leading a thin and fair-skinned boy to provide various education on smoking for the first time.
"Here, take it, yes, just light it like this, and then take a big puff."
One was wearing a school uniform, but with his collar raised and buttons open, he looked like a leader, instructing his younger brothers. Zhan Ye raised his eyebrows, but did not do anything to stop him. He just withdrew his figure and hid himself.
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