Chapter 1 Can’t tell the difference between dream and dream
“Crossing the Yalu River with great vigor and high spirits.”
“To protect peace and defend the motherland is to protect our hometown.”
"Chinese good boy..."
In the passionate chorus, there is a heroic young man, but his appearance seems to be out of tune with the people around him.
He is a young man in his prime, about 20 years old, about 180 centimeters tall. His body is like a mountain, solid and powerful, giving people a sense of reliability.
He was wearing a straight 55-style officer uniform, with the discipline buttons fastened rigorously, showing his rigorous attitude and professionalism. He sat upright and dressed neatly, showing his solemnity and majesty.
He has broad shoulders, short, clean hair, and chiseled facial features, which combine to create an extremely masculine appearance.
The young and handsome face has sharp edges and a pair of deep eyes under the thick eyebrows. His eyes, which were originally firm and sharp, were now a little confused.
“Is this rebirth?”
A trace of confusion and helplessness appeared on Liu Zhiran's face, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.
At first he thought he had just woken up too violently, but then he crawled back onto the table and tried to fall asleep again.
However, he found that it was not so easy because his mind was still clear and he could not enter the dream again. He felt a little confused and exhausted and didn't know what to do.
The real mirror image in front of you is displayed in front of you like a scroll. Where is the dream, maybe you have really traveled through time, maybe you are reborn.
He tried hard to figure out why he was reborn, where is this place, which era and period does it belong to?
Start by looking at the changes in your own body, then observe the clothes of the people around you, and listen to their words.
After analyzing various situations, he deeply felt that this was not the familiar world of the 21st century.
On the contrary, it is more like the background of the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, full of simple, simple and real atmosphere. This made him feel that everything here seemed a little strange, but also full of attraction.
His current identity is no different from the others in the carriage. It is more likely that he is also a heroic soldier.
This can only be said to be true, like rebirth or time travel.
How is this possible! He didn't get into a car accident, he didn't touch a high-voltage switch, and he didn't get seriously ill or die. He didn't encounter all the bridges that caused time travel and rebirth!
It’s so outrageous that her mother opened the door for her—it’s so outrageous.
You know, last night he was hanging out with some friends at the barbecue stall, drinking beer, eating barbecue and bragging.
This morning, he suddenly woke up from his sleep and found that he was actually on this train.
"Did you drink fake wine? That's not possible...the one produced by the old No. 1 factory in Qindao is fresh." For Mengzi, an old winemaker who has been testing alcohol at roadside stalls for many years, this is really unacceptable. Yes, after drinking fake wine, can he not be able to tell the difference between real and fake wine?
"Forget it! Forget it! Let's make peace with what we have come. A living person can still be choked to death by peeing..."
"But me, but me, what should I do with my wife and children? My dad Mom..."
"The three-bedroom apartment I just bought with a loan has not yet been renovated. I promised my little cotton-padded jacket to live together in the new home, and I have not yet realized the princess room that I have been looking forward to for a long time. ..."
After so many years of hard work and frugality, it was not until the thirtieth year of life that the family of three finally had a nest of their own. For Liu Zhiran, who no longer needs to rely on others and has hope in life, this is so cruel.
I was comforting myself just now, but when I thought about this, I started to feel heartbroken and the pain was worse than death.
Liu Zhiran really didn't want to be reborn.
Maybe he imagined it when he was reading those online novels. If I was reborn like this, what would happen? It was purely for self-pleasure! Mr. Ye has a mentality like a dragon.
Now that it has really come true, Liu Zhiran’s heart is about to break.
"Can I still go back? The sky is full of gods, Buddhas, system gods, etc. No matter who is there, please let me go back! I will never have sweet dreams again, and I will never want pie in the sky again. I won’t go to a certain point to read novels anymore. I’m just a loser. I can’t be the protagonist, I can’t be a son of the plane, and I can’t save the galaxy. Just treat me like a piece of shit...”
Liu Zhiran was wailing in his heart, sincerely hoping that the great leader or the mysterious being in the universe who had brought him here would hear the sincere prayer in his heart and let him go. Come, take it back somewhere.
But. After a long time, I didn't see any great god or mysterious being who could pay attention to him.
At this moment, he was slowly becoming desperate and could only give up this useless effort.
......
The singing in the carriage slowly calmed down from high to low like gurgling water. After the young and heroic soldiers released the passion deep in their hearts, they became quiet one after another. Start resting. They either leaned against the window and meditated, or closed their eyes and meditated, immersed in a short period of peace.
Some people shared trivial matters of life in low conversations, while others rested on comfortable back chairs and enjoyed a moment of tranquility.
During a long journey, moments like this are particularly precious because there is still a long way to go before the destination.
But Liu Zhiran, who had been silent for a long time, thought of his family, relatives and friends. I also thought of the beautiful life in the future, but again and again I became unwilling to accept it.
He rubbed his cheeks vigorously, trying to wake himself up. He felt that he could still save something.
"No, I can't just stay here, I have to save myself! How did I get here?"
While he was thinking about his thoughts, he subconsciously looked at his surroundings.
At this moment, his eyes happened to meet the eyes of the person sitting opposite, and he also looked at the other person up and down.
Although he is not tall, he is about less than 1.7 meters tall. He has a stout figure, a face full of flesh, black skin, short thick eyebrows, and a beard like a steel needle. Judging from his age, he seems to be in his 20s or less than 30s.
He was taking out two bottles of liquor from the green army bag he was carrying. On it were written several large black artistic characters - Beidacang, and several cans of captured beef cans from the American imperial army.
Seeing Liu Zhiran's eyes on him, he turned around and said to him in a loud voice like he was flying:
"Battal Commander, wake up! Are you hungry?"
"Battal Commander?"
"Me?"
The person opposite didn't pay attention to Liu Zhiran's tone. Something is wrong.
Picked up a bottle of white wine, made some gestures, and continued to say to him:
"Haha, look! I have two bottles of good wine here. They were brought by my comrades from the same year when they came to visit me in our group. I heard that they are high-quality liquor produced by our old station. What is it called_Beidacang."
"I was not willing to drink it at that time. I am happy because we are finally going back to China. Besides, there is nothing going on on the way. Let's eliminate it together and just relax and relieve our boredom."
"This is our first time drinking from this brand. I wonder if you are used to it..."
As he spoke, he took out his green enamel water cup and motioned for Liu Zhiran to pick up his cup as well. Pour the wine.
"What's going on? Want a bite?"
Liu Zhiran didn't know who the comrade on the other side was. He just subconsciously looked at his own clothes.
Wearing a yellow-green officer uniform, the epaulettes are clearly two red lines on a yellow background with a silver star sandwiched between them.
"Hey! It's still a major! This master is quite capable!"
Looking at me again, I saw a particularly young face reflected in the car window glass.
"Are you 20 years old?"
It seems that this person is not a good person. In these years, he is not as good as before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and he can achieve his current status. Either he has a strong background, or he is a ruthless character on the battlefield who has excellent military skills, high political literacy, and the courage to fight and make numerous meritorious deeds.
(End of this chapter)