Yang Geyong kept walking ahead without saying anything. No one knew where he was going.

Ye Yuze felt that it had been almost half an hour since he walked in.

Let me make a few digressions. I am a newbie when it comes to writing books at the starting point. The results of my previous book were not very good.

I hesitated for a long time when I started this book. After all, the audience for realistic works is relatively small, so it is difficult to achieve results.

But people always have to do something they want to do in this life.

I was born in Xinjiang and am a son of the Xinjiang Corps. I always have a lot of hard feelings for that place. I believe there are many people like me.

After all, that piece of land carries so many joys, sorrows and joys for us.

Snowy mountains, grasslands, Gobi Desert, deserts, as well as poplar forests, Populus euphratica forests, and tamarisk trees can be seen everywhere.

Although none of our native places are there, I believe that every child of the Corps will regard it as his true home.

We were born and raised there. Although many people later left, most of them still stayed there.

I know that my writing skills are very immature and I cannot write anything strong and passionate. But I will try my best to write about the joys, sorrows and joys of the people around me.

After all, we are all ordinary people.

If you write well, you can comment and vote. If you write poorly, you can also leave a message to criticize.

Every piece of writing depends on these! Only with your encouragement can I have the confidence to continue writing.

Rise up, my brothers and sisters! Let us work together to re-present everything of that era.
Chapter completed!