Southwest, Chengdu.

The wind is cold and the snow is fluttering.

It is New Year's Eve, and the entire city, which contains a strong New Year's atmosphere, does not fall asleep as late as the night, but instead seems more lively.

In the old city, in a barbecue stall called Veteran on Chunyuan Road.

"Lao Zhou, today is your birthday. We will go and have a happy drink." A young man in a black down jacket raised his beer-filled glass and shouted to Zhou Hai sitting next to him.

Zhou Hai nodded to his good friend Lin Dong, picked up the wine glass, and said, "Drink less, Lin Dong, I'm very happy that you can come to accompany me."

After the words are finished, drink wine.

Snowflakes are flying outside, and warm inside is suitable.

After a cup of warm hot beer, fresh fermented glutinous rice dumplings and red dates are mixed with, and the taste is excellent, making people indulge in it.

"Eating, this is a tender bone. This little wine is nothing. Today, your life is eighteen. My brothers are both adults. I am so happy. I heard that you are still studying in school?"

Lin Dong smiled, looked at Zhou Hai with bright eyes, picked up the iron kettle filled with beer, and slowly filled the wine glass: "What are you planning for the future? According to me, it will be useless to read this book. It would be better to leave school early, find a good job, and work hard to make money. I am following my uncle now, and it is also three or four thousand a month."

When Zhou Hai heard Lin Dong's words, he ate a bunch of grilled tender bones. His eyes were a little confused and confused. He shook his head: "Plan? There are still half a semester. I will talk about it after the college entrance examination. I guess I will be in the army. My old man has always hoped that I will join the army."

"What's the use of being a soldier? Go and stay in the army for two years and get back with 20,000 or 30,000 yuan. It's better to spend the past two or three years to work hard."

Hearing Zhou Hai’s words, Lin Dong ate, sighed, and said, “Now, it’s hard to stay in the army. If you don’t become an official, I think it’s a waste of youth. Being a big-headed soldier doesn’t work. Didn’t you want to be a pilot before? It would be almost the same if you could be this pilot.”

pilot.--

When Zhou Hai heard this word, his heart trembled slightly, and a hint of desire surged, but not long after, he fell into silence and no movement.

"Well, everyone said they thought, just think about it."

Zhou Hai looked at the dark night sky outside the barbecue stall and the bustling streets with neon lights, and said, "I still want to go to the army to hone my skills."

Lin Dong looked at Zhou Hai who was a little stubborn and shook his head: "Oh, I'm too lazy to talk about you, you're just silly and stubborn. If your mother is still there and her grades are stable, I won't say a word to you, your brother... Forget it, I'll wait for you on the construction site in two years, and we will go to contract projects, make a lot of money, and sleep with the most beautiful woman."

"Okay, wait for me then." Feeling Lin Dong's passion, Zhou Hai laughed and shook his head, and raised the wine glass in his hand.

drink wine.

Have fun.

The barbecue stall was filled with cups and cups.

Today, New Year's Eve.

Today coincides with Zhou Hai’s birthday.

There are still four months left before the college entrance examination.

The two of them did not end until late at night in the New Year's Eve and spent twelve o'clock in the veteran's barbecue stall.

Fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed this year, and the past New Year atmosphere has become much weaker.

Lin Dong left and did not ask Zhou Hai to send him off. It was mainly because his girlfriend suddenly arrived. With alcohol and drunkenness, she walked towards the nearby home step by step.

Zhou Hai, who was drunk, wore a thick down jacket and staggered, and also embarked on the journey home.

The two of them were about 500 meters apart, one on the left and one on the right, and the veteran barbecue stall happened to be in the middle of the two families.

"Go to join the army... although yes, the army."

On the way home, Zhou Hai, who was full of alcohol, was not as free and easy as he had when he was drinking before, but was melancholy and lonely, with a hint of self-deprecating expression on his face.

Joining the army was a dream that Zhou Hai had imprinted in his heart as a child.

However, he dreams of becoming a pilot who soars freely in the blue sky, not the Army.

Since childhood, Zhou Hai has been following this dream. If there were no strikes from a year ago, he would at least have the potential to become a pilot.

Instead of this situation today, there is no possibility of becoming a pilot even if it is 1%.

After thinking about it, Zhou Hai, who was standing upright like a pine tree on his back, exhaled a breath of turbid air and continued to walk towards his home not far away.

"bite……"

At this time, a slight pain suddenly came from the right toe. When something was kicked, a rolling sound of an object came out and entered his ears.

"What?"

The pain stimulated the brain, making Zhou Hai suddenly awake. Looking down, he saw a purple cylindrical crystal about ten centimeters long refracting the dim street lamp, which was slowly rolling.

“Purple craft glass?”

Picking up the cylindrical crystal that refracted light, carefully observed it up and down, Zhou Hai scratched his head, a little confused: "This thing is a bit beautiful, go back to study it."

After putting this purple cylindrical crystal into his pocket, Zhou Hai did not stop and continued to move forward. After walking for more than ten minutes, he returned to his dark home.

The home is a bungalow, ordinary, nothing special, and the typical architectural style of the 1980s.

Enter the door and turn on the lights.

The bright incandescent lamp is powered up, blooming with a light that symbolizes hope. The whole hall is bright, and a photo frame is placed in front of the hall, inside which is a photo of black and white.

There is only one person in the photo, a man with a kind face and a smile, Zhou Pingyuan.

After turning on the light, Zhou Hai picked up the paper money from the sofa beside him, came to the door, took out the lighter, and lit the red candle: "Old man, Zhou Pingyuan, this is the money Zhou Hai burned for you. The third year of high school is coming soon after the exam. After the exam, he will be ready to join the army. Although he is not a pilot, the paper money from his mother and grandparents has been burned long ago, and our grandparents don't have these. Do you think so?"

The light yellow paper money burns slowly, releasing light and heat.

The fire shone on Zhou Hai's face, and his whole body shone with tears. He remembered his father's kind face and his pale face that comforted and encouraged himself on the hospital bed before his death, which made him tremble slightly.

leukemia.

This medical term means a result to anyone - death.

Zhou Pingyuan, who got up early and went to bed late every day, was diagnosed with leukemia a year ago. This disease caused the family of two fathers and sons to collapse.

In just one day, Zhou Pingyuan's head was covered in gray hair, and his extremely deteriorating mentality and emotions made his condition worse.

Eighteen days after being ill, Zhou Pingyuan couldn't hold on anymore, and his pale face showed his last smile to Zhou Hai.

At this point, Zhou Hai is the only one left in the whole world.

After his mother left for eight years, Zhou Ping left, and such a blow was fatal to Zhou Hai.

A stable life was disrupted. Zhou Hai not only had to study, but also had to work hard to earn money and support himself.
Chapter completed!