【Night Reading Essay】Crisp peach

When he was leaving, bearded man took out two green peaches from his pocket, and he said that they were picked from the yard and had a peach flavor, so he asked me to take them to eat on the road.

"Not enough, pick a few more!" Beard and I looked east and west in the yard, and picked a dozen more in a row. "It feels like going back in time," says it's like before, but that's what it was a year ago.

Beard, whose original name was Hu Mingxin, was my roommate during my work in Northwest, and of course, most importantly, we were comrades in arms in an office. My beard was two years older than mine, and because of his strong physique, dark appearance, and thick beard, I gave him such a nickname that was quite the image of the Northwest Han.

At first, he was not very satisfied with the nickname, but because he was called by me all day, he finally did not get through, and he acquiesced. Later, so much so that when I mentioned him on many occasions, I couldn't even call him by his name.

I was also nagged a few times by the squad leader about the nickname, "No big, no small" - the beard is older than me, and the rank is higher than mine. But later, because this nickname was too image-oriented, the squad leader also compromised: "Beard, I take a few days off, you take good care of the family." "Beard, check the office order in the ministry tomorrow, and you will shave your beard well." "Beard..." Just like that, the name of the beard sounded!

It was getting dark fast on the plateau, and after a while, the sun was no longer visible in the sky, and I had to go.

Beard picked up the large watch in his left hand and looked at it carefully, "It's still early, I can't delay you to report to the new unit." ”

"It's going to be dark!"

"Well, I'll wash you!"

"Nope! Eat it with hair, more peachy! ”

"Wash and wash, don't delay this work!" Beard violently snatched the peach in my hand and threw it into the small canal, "I washed it like this in the village when I was a child. Maybe I'm used to being so "taken care of" by him, and I have extra trust in beards, even though I know that the water in this small canal has not been renewed for a long time, and this trust may stem from my lost love experience in that year!

At first, I broke up, I was like a deflated basketball, coping with commuting all day, and soon changed from a cream boy in the ministry to one of the smokers in the corridor, but every time I smoked beard had to stop me, "Can't you not smoke!?" ”

"He's bitter in his heart, so let him smoke!" Every time the beard obstructed me, the squad leader was always very sweet, and from time to time he boasted a few words, "It's quite dashing!" ”

During that time, every morning I got up and went to work, so that the old head of the canteen who was responsible for making breakfast mistakenly thought that I had been transferred. Even if I missed the meal every day, my desk was always full of tea eggs brought by the squad leader and steamed buns brought by the beard from the canteen, for which he was ridiculed by his comrades-in-arms: "I can't eat every day and walk!" And such a drama, he never put it in his heart, and advised me: "Lao Zhang, eat this work with strength, when we cut wheat in our hometown, we eat this in the morning, just do it!" ”

At that time, I thought that beard was indeed a rough man! However, this rough guy is sometimes quite "romantic".

There is a peach forest at the bottom of the mountain behind the compound, which is said to be a peach forest, but in fact, there are many kinds of fruit trees: Korla pear tree, Tianshui peach tree, Shanxi apple tree... There are endless fruits almost all year round.

Every night after dinner, beards took me through it, and under his guidance, I really learned to climb trees and learn to discern when the fruit could be eaten. To this day, I can clearly remember that the third pear tree from west to east opposite the dormitory building bears the least fruit, but is the most delicious.

The romance of the beard is far more than that, taking me through ravines on weekends, taking me to hunt pheasants in the dark... In short, I was able to gain a lot of interesting things every day during those days, so I trusted the beard every time.

After the crows on the mountain began to return to their nests in droves, bearded said that the crows had formed a group to return to the nest, which was a signal that it was dark.

I stuffed the peaches in my backpack and was leaving.

"Wait for me!"

"What together?"

"Stop by the office."

Actually, I know beard just wants to talk to me a little more. So, I wasn't polite anymore. Until I was stopped by the sentry at the door, and the beard stood inside, I went outside...

"Old Zhang, take care!" Beard spoke, always so briefly, that he didn't know how to reply to him every time. Pretending that a bag of peaches was heavy, I glanced back at him!

"You too! The good guy who was bullied by me for 3 years..."

Maybe it was too dark, and I couldn't see what the traffic light opposite the zebra crossing was, until two tears came out of my eyes, and it turned out to be the green light - I really should go!

Source: Rocket Soldier Newspaper

Supervisor | Rocket Force Political Work Department

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Issue | Issue 5692

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