[abuse] a leaf boat

There are three more days, February is coming to an end, the next company is close at hand, and the first parting has actually come.Who is going where, no one knows, but no one cares.The class group with only three months of friendship is short-lived, but all over the world share weal and woe together day and night, and the sincere emotions that germinate may only be left in the years as the impression that they shed tears, but everyone cherishes it seriously at this moment .

Without training, Yu Bo kept sighing on the bed, blowing his newly grown hair boredly.He was only sad the night Zhang Bing lied, and now there is nothing but emptiness.Many people may choose to give up after facing Yu Bo's distressing situation.But who made Yu Bo be born as Yu Bo, he was never taught how to give up since he was a child.

His heartache was not for himself, it was different from the scars brought by Nanye.Yu Bo's pain comes from cherishing Zhang Bing, unable to protect the stupid Zhang Bing, watching him hurt himself, stupid but helpless.

Moreover, the source of hurting Zhang Bing was himself.The untouchable situation made Yu Bo lay on the bed with his head in his arms, thinking hard. A big man tossed and turned on the bed, squeezed until the bed screamed, but he didn't have any thoughts at all.

There are still two and a half days left, Yu Bo snapped his fingers, and was bothered by another matter.

Because of getting into trouble in the army, Grandpa found out about it.The self-righteous "Tao Yuanming" who walks the bird every day actually explicitly prohibits him from taking care of him, and assigns him to do the heaviest work. Basically, he can definitely be at the grassroots level.However, except for a few people in this class who were notified, the rest of the assessments were good, and they were evenly distributed to each unit.Of course, there must be Zhang Bing in it.

In two and a half days, this person will fly out of his reach.

Yu Bo then sighed, like an addiction.He got out of bed with his head on one side, staring blankly at the light.In other words, there will be nearly two years without Zhang Bing, and it may even be longer.He suddenly smiled happily again, like a psychopath.

Zhang Bing must have been a soldier for only two years. Obviously, with his physical fitness, he was basically out of the best of the soldiers.Now the entire military region, the troops tend to be saturated, and there will be no large-scale recruiting in recent years.Thinking of this, Yu Bo was so excited that he wanted to roll in the snow as if he had won a Nobel Prize.However, I can only imagine the itching in my heart.

Zhang Bing, who used to go to the reading room often, prefers to sit in the dormitory and read books in recent days.If you go to the reading room, maybe Yu Bo will follow, it's better to keep a distance in the dormitory.

That night, Zhang Bing kept dreaming, dreaming of the scene of cicadas singing in the forest.

He can't remember his age, probably in junior high school.At the most painful age, Zhang Bing was escorted by his classmates to the forest in the north of Wuying City.With paper shackles on his feet, he was treated like a sinner.The classmates thought it was fun and told him that as long as he was willing to go through the forest and find tadpoles to do homework in biology class, he would prove that Zhang Bing was a good person.

Because there is a legend in this forest: the child who is guilty of crime will be hidden by the mountain god and covered with leaves in the pit. He can only wail, but no one can save him. Get out of the woods.

There used to be a lot of news in Wuying City about children who lost their way in the forest, but when these children were found, most of them were already dead.

Zhang Bing knew that the students wanted him to die, and no one thought he would survive. After all, he was the child of a corrupt official and his crime was unforgivable.

But someone survived, so I must also become a member of the legend.He thought so beautifully at that time.As long as he can get out of the forest alive, he will definitely be featured in the newspaper. Doesn't this prove to all the citizens that he is not a bad boy, but a good boy who is as kind as other students.

Zhang Bing bravely walked into the forest, immediately removed the paper shackles, and thought of an explanation: it was the mountain god who saw him, a kind and good boy, suffering, and immediately released his feet in heartache, and wanted to punish the prankster.

Thinking of the crying faces of his classmates, Zhang Bing felt so refreshed.

However, the towering trees everywhere formed an irregular maze, and Zhang Bing lost his way after hesitating for a while.The air in the forest is humid and pleasant, but Zhang Bing has already started to feel dizzy and anemia.

Zhang Bing squatted on the ground, leaning against the tree, with a heavy head, black and white snowflakes in front of his eyes, and the distant and near singing of cicadas in his ears, and the leaves turned into demons, spinning around the top of his head.

Fear lived up to expectations and hovered above his head, so much so that Zhang Bing hoped helplessly to die soon, and he would be relieved after death.

He lost track of time and fell into a coma while sleeping until he was awakened by the sound of grass.

Maybe it's the danger of wolves, and finally the warmth of palms that spread out in the dream like a blanket.

Zhang Bing slowly opened his eyes, it was pitch black.It is still night, but the consciousness is already awake.Zhang Bing pricked up his ears, listening to see if he could distinguish Yu Bo's breathing.The surrounding breaths come and go, some of them are like sitting on a boat and floating with the waves, and some of them are like a gust of wind blowing in the big cabin of the dormitory.After half a day, Zhang Bing stopped his stupid actions.

Turn over and put your hands under your body.Zhang Bing was confused, should he give up minding Yu Bo.However, there is only one answer to this question.He didn't want to mind, but his heart was in another body. Even if he couldn't hear his breath through the night, he could still imagine his sweet sleeping appearance.

He couldn't do it without minding Yu Bo.

Zhang Bing is not slow, and he wants to escape and not believe the goodwill conveyed by Yu Bo, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know.Zhang Bing is equally clear about the frequency of his current heartbeat and the love he conveys.He just wants to be objective and make the right choice.

Zhang Bing made a choice and used Yu Bo's most hated betrayal to make a fuss, and the effect was good.The goal should be achieved, and Zhang Bing can go straight to the goal of a better life, but he is regretting it.

Regret why you have to lie, go against the true feelings in your heart; regret why you want to hurt Yu Bo.Zhang Bing defends himself, this is to let Yu Bo repay his debt to the violence against him, it is clear and justified.However, Zhang Bing was resisting the explanation again, hurting Yu Bo, seeing his eyes flushed, and his heart being sliced ​​by a knife. If it was repayment, how stupid would it be to calculate the equivalent.

Thinking of Yu Bo's red eyes, Zhang Bing could only hold his chest and curl up, as if someone had installed a mechanical instrument in his body.He is not willing to let Yu Bo be sad, this love is like the heartbeat of standing behind Yu Bo's strong back for the first time, and it has not deteriorated as before.

However, all of this was destroyed by himself, step by step, and no one got cheap together with himself.

I have been doing it all my life.The day before Zhang Bing led the new company in a coma.

The day passed by in a hurry, and the clouds were connected together, covering the clear sky, and there was no clear sky.Daily training, every second is suffering, but now I am not used to it.

In the evening, the company prepares a celebration party.Originally, the superiors were required to only have additional meals, and not to make any extravagances, so a group of recruits were replaced to dismantle the table that was set up.Sitting in front of the window sill, looking at the broken iron frame through the glass, I feel extremely depressed.

Zhang Bing was in a heavy heart, thinking that it might be a farewell in two days, and his emotions were swaying at the bottom of the valley. He couldn't write, and the pen flicked repeatedly on the letter paper, one line, two lines...

There are policies and there are countermeasures. I don't know who resisted the pressure and allowed the farewell activities to be held in units of classes, but they should not be too loud.

In the evening, everyone sprinkled the melon seeds on the table in front of them, regardless of whether they were dirty or not, they grabbed them with big hands and spit out the melon seeds wantonly.Some recruits prepared lame programs, incomprehensible cross talks, incomprehensible sketches, and even belly dances.

Everyone's expressions of indulgent laughter, Zhang Bing looked at each face, and never remembered it.After graduating from junior high school and leaving school, Zhang Bing tore up his graduation photo and threw it into the trash can at will.Unable to remember the expression, Zhang Bing had to close his eyes and count silently, the cycle frequency of each laugh, remembering the tone with regional style, but it did not match the appearance of the owner of the voice.Opening his eyes, the person leaning forward and backward, smiling back and forth, is as bright as his expression.

They all got up one by one, walked to the empty place in the dormitory, danced indiscriminately, frolicking and pushing to the rhythm of the dirt falling.Zhang Bing was pulled into the crowd, through layers of crowd, and shocked by a pair of eyes in the gap.Zhang Bing immediately turned around and avoided.That was Yu Bo's burning gaze.

After the fun, the place was in a mess, and the recruits cleaned it anyway.Without the tense rhythm of the weekdays, it is a pleasure to enjoy life when you lower your head and clean carefully.

Empty the garbage that should be taken out, and clean the windows and door frames by the way, and the benches are neatly stacked. This is their home for three months. A house without individual property rights can still generate attachments.

It doesn't belong to my own wealth, why should I miss it.Zhang Bing lay on the bed, full of thoughts, unable to overcome the drowsiness.

Waking up again in the middle of the night, suffocated by urine.Zhang Bing seldom drinks water before going to bed, because he is afraid of getting up at night, and it is dark everywhere. Going to the toilet is a road full of adventures.Zhang Bing has grown up and no longer believes in fairy tales, but he is still helpless.

But no matter how miserable life is and how loudly we cry, there is still a way to go, and we can walk through the bumps step by step.

Therefore, Zhang Bing opened his eyes, after all, it was still uncomfortable.

He touched the side of the bed and was about to get up, but what he touched was an unfamiliar body.

Someone is sitting on the edge of his bed.

Zhang Bing yelled reflexively, but was covered.The hand covering him was wide and warm, but it only lightly covered his lips without any force.The stranger pressed against Zhang Bing's forehead and hissed softly: "I'm Yu Bo, I don't have time to go away."

His back was sweating profusely. Did he sit by the bed and observe himself every night? Maybe he was just waiting for himself to wake up. If he couldn't wake up, would Yu Bo have to sit all night, like an infatuated lover guarding a sick person on the bed.

Yu Bo let go of his hand, Zhang Bing couldn't see him, but he heard his breathing cautiously.Yu Bo said: "I didn't use force on purpose, you don't have to worry about it, I'll go back right away."

Hands, a pair of warm hands.What Zhang Bing thought of was the hands holding him in the forest where the cicadas were singing.

Zhang Bing needed help, so he grabbed Yu Bo's clothes. If given the chance to choose repeatedly, Zhang Bing would definitely bind himself and would not stretch out to make this action.

The author has something to say: Update, update, hurry up and prepare for next week, otherwise it will be interrupted again, and I will not be able to write when I am busy with work