Prologue

Pour it down your throat

I also do not know what is going on

The instructor is quite proud and very competitive; allowing me to take him to the hospital is already his bottom line. Therefore, I did not pay the examination fees for the instructor, and I just watched as my sister-in-law counted the bills one by one from her nearly worn-out wallet.

Very impressive, the three great bald heads

You have disrupted my means of livelihood, do you understand

When I called out for the dishes and drinks, my sister-in-law stopped me, saying that the instructor shouldn't drink anymore. This time, he came because his stomach isn't well, and he wants to find a better hospital to confirm whether he has stomach cancer

I am even more certain that this is my instructor, my exceptionally brave instructor

Moreover, by the end, it truly became unbearable to watch, and I no longer dared to look at it

Thank heavens, the instructor does not have stomach cancer, but rather a severe case of chronic gastritis. With proper rest at home and attention to diet, recovery is still possible.

Every word written afterwards is nonsense from me

The instructor sighed and said, "No more drinking, let's just eat and talk. But you, bald guy, have to drink. I can't drink anymore, and I can't even have the pleasure of watching you?"

Perhaps seeing me cry made the instructor uncomfortable, and he suddenly pushed me away, growling loudly, "Baldy, you little brat, stand at attention!"

Alright, the formalities are over

Moreover, one must follow their spouse, whether marrying a chicken or a dog. Even if one has to go out begging for food, the first bite is always given to their husband and children.

Holding me while watching me cry, the instructor suddenly shouted at me, "Baldy, why are you crying like a baby? I remember when you broke several bones back in the day, you had that tough guy look and didn't shed a tear.

Aren't you quite good at writing self-reflections?

I must clarify first

Why am I crying again

I hurriedly poured another cup into my mouth, pointing to the lid of a metal thermos beside me, saying, "How could I forget? The first cup of wine was served to me by you on the train, filled to the brim in that thermos lid. Jian Nan Chun nearly got me drunk to death!

I stayed with the instructor for seven days, during which we enjoyed the handmade noodles and sweet soup prepared by his wife every day. The instructor's stomach is no longer in good condition, and he can only eat some soft flour-based foods

Yet I am still shedding tears with all my might

At that time, my instructor, who was a full twenty years older than me, called out to me in a voice that was uncertain and clearly lacking in strength, much like those third-rate con artists, saying: "Baldy, is that you, kid?"

As for the others, even the finest delicacies from the mountains and the sea cannot be consumed.

The three bald men used to drink together like this back in the day

Then my instructor and I stumbled over and casually played a hand of cards with those idle men before leaving, not caring about their groans on the ground as if they were in labor

I am a person who makes a living by writing, at least for now, and I plan to continue living this way in the future

If anyone takes what I have written here seriously and makes a fuss about it, I will immediately pack my bags and move to your house to eat and stay!

If the Chinese special police and special forces are indeed like what is portrayed on television, then there would be no need to take them out to the battlefield to demonstrate their skills

I said to the instructor, if you want to give some face to the new recruits under your command, you should stay at my home. Now that you are on my turf, if you still choose to stay at the guesthouse, it means you look down on me. In the future, when I see my brothers, I will have no way to hold my head high.

Let us begin to engage in idle chatter

I knew that the instructor was not financially well-off

Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry, sometimes we sigh, and sometimes we curse. There are also times when the two of us watch a bunch of war films, especially those depicting special forces operations, and we watch them intensely, just like we used to scrutinize combat materials for flaws.

Instructor, you forgot that people always grow up. I know you will check your sister-in-law's luggage; that is your habit when going out. However, you probably did not notice that there was still a little something in your face towel, right

I can hardly remember it myself

Is that still my instructor

I looked at the instructor, who had become so thin that he seemed to have lost his human form, and I felt a sudden emptiness in my heart

The instructor laughed heartily and said, "You were a bald head back then, and now you’re still a bald head. Aren’t you in the military anymore? Have you gone back to singing? You’re over thirty now, yet you’re trying to follow trends like a young kid?"

Therefore, when it comes to marrying a wife, a wife from Henan is preferable

The instructor nodded and said, "Alright, alright. The guesthouse is filled with smoke and chaos, and there is no moment of peace. Go to your home and get me some flour; I want to eat the noodles made by your wife."

The instructor glared, and the sister-in-law fell silent, looking at the instructor with a gaze that could shatter one's heart into eight pieces.

I just feel a pang in my heart

I bought a train ticket to send the instructor home, and I secretly slipped some cash into my sister-in-law's luggage. I know the instructor does not approve of my actions, but I had to do it

Why is this wine so bitter? It also has a bit of a salty taste

I can only smile and say, Instructor, that is not forgetting my roots, but rather that my clever mind does not grow hair; you see, I am exceptionally clever

I did not see the instructor off, nor did the instructor ask me to do so. Neither of us likes farewell occasions; the main concern is that if we were to get emotional, it would be quite embarrassing for both of us to end up in tears.

The note reads: "Baldy, you little brat, if you dare to pull this on me, you are still too inexperienced. If you truly care, write about our brothers here, and when you finish, bring it to me in Henan. As time goes on, I fear I will forget the soldiers I have led. I do not want to forget them, nor can I afford to forget them"

If I do not write, or if I write and no one reads it, then it means I will have to go hungry and sleep on the streets, leading to unimaginable stories of desperation and the temptation to commit theft due to hunger and cold

I have nothing to say - the picture - the book has come out, it's just pouring wine into my mouth with all my might

Tears streamed down my face

Back then, I at least swayed back and forth amidst the hail of bullets, and I have also had tea in the King of Hell's living room

Especially those domestic films featuring special police, they are more like the instructor throwing them into the trash can, and then saying that if the director of such films really dared to experience a day in the special police team, he would probably be choked to death by the brothers in the special police team

I instinctively stood at attention and saw that familiar gleam in the instructor's eyes; as a saying from Hunan goes, even a tiger, when dead, does not lose its ferocity.

Thus, when I unexpectedly encountered my lovely instructor and his even lovelier wife on the street, I nearly mistook them for those lowly con artists who, upon meeting anyone on the street, claim to have lost their train fare and are in desperate need of donations from kind-hearted individuals to return home

But now, all my instructors have changed

Just like the first time we met, when my sister-in-law handed me a bowl of what people from Henan call sweet soup, her eyes reflected the unique humility and submissiveness characteristic of women from rural households, along with the utmost effort to uphold her man's dignity.

Perhaps it was seeing me shed tears again that prompted the instructor to raise the cup once more

Every day we just talk about those little things from our time in the military

I just pour a cup of wine down my throat, not to drink, but to pour

The streetlights are all lit up, and it is precisely mealtime. I found a quiet little restaurant and, without saying a word, asked the owner to prepare a case of white wine for me.

The thin figure had almost lost its human shape, watching me so cautiously, while beside him was his equally cautious wife, both of them staring at me intently

When I held my instructor, I couldn't help but shed tears

As for writing about those ridiculous and absurd things we used to do...

Just jump off the building

I can no longer speak.

At that time, we had three prominent bald members in our group at https://m.hetushucomcom

Thus, on the evening of this weekend, beside the most bustling street in the city where I reside, a man nearly sixty years old embraced a thirty-four-year-old man, both of them holding each other tightly

How is it that after just a few years, you have turned into such a weakling?

Instructor, haven't I already written this?

We have already cried once. It was during the retirement ceremony when a sea of men wept and embraced one another, and that occasion left us all heartbroken.

I am someone who grew up in a hospital, and I am well aware of what cancer looks like in its mid to late stages

Just treat it as writing a check

How did I end up serving in the military

We no longer wish to have a second time

You little rascal

It has only been a few years since we last met, and my instructor has surprisingly transformed into this state, with even the sharp glint in his eyes now vanished, replaced by a weariness smoothed by life and a calmness that seems to have seen through everything.

Next to me is the instructor's wife, the woman I refer to as sister-in-law

Later, I heard my sister-in-law say that there were a few idle men on the street watching us two big fellows drinking too much and singing military songs loudly, and they were laughing and pointing at us from the side

What on earth is this all about

While cleaning my room, I found the money I had hidden in my sister-in-law's luggage and a note from the instructor under the television.

The instructor laughed heartily and said, "You bald-headed fool, is this the kind of behavior I trained you to have? Do you even remember what you were like when you first joined the army?"

I am thirty-four years old this year. Since I became aware of my surroundings, especially after reaching adulthood, I have rarely shed tears.

I am in my thirties, and I have also learned to be a bit clever!

My mentor, a man from Henan. He is astute yet absolutely kind-hearted, walking with a thumping sound as if driving piles. His tone of speech, infused with a hint of Henan opera melody, could definitely earn him a standing ovation alongside Xiao Xiangyu on the same stage

Sister-in-law just looked at me

Let me put it this way

One team leader, one instructor, and one for myself

I just laughed

He really dares to follow his own line of thought and shoot off at the mouth, doesn't he? That is simply a disgrace to the image of the Chinese military officer

Kind-hearted and aware of others' feelings

I suppose my heart is rather hardened

Anyway, I embraced my instructor and shouted in a loud voice, "Instructor..."

I turned around and stared at my instructor for a full minute

Anyway, I remember that it was the instructor who threw me back. Along the way, the two of us were linking arms and wailing, and it seemed we even ran into our political commissar and the regiment commander who were out inspecting the post. Surprisingly, we both knew to stand at attention and salute, but our legs were trembling and we couldn't even raise our arms

The instructor slammed the table and said, "Baldy, you are indeed the infamous bald one..."

I felt a heaviness in my heart, so I quickly became intoxicated, and thoroughly so. Therefore, the instructor could only take me back to the guesthouse where he was staying, and once again, we put on a dramatic performance on the street, with our arms around each other's shoulders, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves

My instructor is such a formidable person

Therefore, I can only ramble, and I hope that someone will appreciate my rambling

Seven days passed quickly, and I got up early to rush to the hospital for the test results. I ran to three hospitals and collected over ten test reports. I sat down heavily on a chair in the hospital and cried once again

Fortunately, I was drunk, which allowed me to take my instructor to several well-known hospitals the next day. Relying on my mother's connections and reputation in the health system, I managed to get the instructor's examination done through a series of calls to uncles, aunts, sisters, and brothers.

Gentlemen bear the burdens and endure the hardships; instead of crying, why not do something productive during that time

The instructor is vast in experience. I remember when I left the army, the six of us drank two cases of Yili Tequ and took away a case of rose-flavored grape wine. In the end, we rinsed our mouths with Xinjiang beer, but as for how much we drank, I don't quite remember