For a long ti afterward, I beca numb.
By the age of thirty-four, I had never entertained the thought of marriage, not even for a fleeting mont.
"Handso, we’ve arrived at Wild Water Ditch."
...
Going back 16 years, my family was still dirt poor, just poor in a new way.
The old brick structure, a dilapidated small house without property rights, the house was still facing away from the sun, talking about getting rich was a joke, even raising a money tree was a challenge.
There was no one at ho.
When Fang Huai entered the room, the first thing he saw was a camouflage bag.
Damn, it really has been deregistered, everything from the Ard Forces Departnt has been brought back.
Reborn just to enlist before I could snatch up any gold.
[The mainline mission is about to trigger...]
Damn.
A system too??
Fang Huai grabbed at the air in front of him, realizing he couldn’t touch the floating words.
That elusive touch gave him an intuition: his life was set.
"Bang." Soone closed the door.
"Fang Huai, it’s half past nine, still dawdling! Hurry up and pack up, your dad is about to take you to the Ard Forces Departnt!"
Hearing his mother’s voice at the door, Fang Huai felt sowhat unsettled.
The slightly surreal text appeared before him once again.
[Mainline mission triggered: Enlist, beco a good soldier who gives back to society.]
Fang Huai’s lips twitched.
Having lived his previous life the way he had, giving back to society? This system is pretty cheeky.
Zhang i entered, and Fang Huai saw a familiar face.
"Hurry up and eat the dumplings! Your dad cooked them for you at the shop!"
Fang Huai ca to his senses but hesitated to speak, cautious with the things he had regained.
The sll emanating from the plastic bag she was holding was enough for Fang Huai to find his way ho by scent alone.
Different hos have different scents, the sa bowl of dumplings, but the taste of happiness is unbelievably the sa.
Leaving ho with dumplings and coming back to noodles, I can finally eat it again. Parents who genuinely care about in this world, they are still here.
He took the plastic bag, opened it, and placed it on the table.
"Um..." Fang Huai fumbled, "Mom, what’s the date today?"
He still felt unsure and wanted so confirmation.
"What’s the date? The 25th! Don’t you know when you’re enlisting?" Zhang i couldn’t sense the turmoil in Fang Huai’s heart and chided him out of habit.
"When was I born?" Fang Huai continued to ask.
"What for?"
"Just tell , I need to rember it in case I have to fill out a form."
"1960, November 30th! Do you need mine and your dad’s ID numbers? I’ll write them down for you."
It was the sa, truly an exact copy of the world.
Fang Huai’s eyes welled up.
He couldn’t say anything earth-shattering, he could only hurriedly stuff a dumpling into his mouth and blurt out, "Mom, wait for to make money and spend on you in the future!"
Zhang i heard these words, which sounded like sothing a child from another family would say, and her voice softened.
"As long as you take good care of yourself, that’s enough. Your dad and I save all our earnings for you."
...
"Eat quickly and get ready to leave."
"Mom, wait, I have to make sothing!" Fang Huai suddenly rembered sothing, rushed into the room, and turned on the Haier computer that was purchased in ’05 or ’06 after promising his parents to study hard, looking for office software on the screen.
In this lifeti, I cannot let my parents suffer from poverty again. I must take advantage of my clear mories and leave behind so money-making plans.
"Fang Huai! Let’s go! What else are you doing?" Zhang i put down her chopsticks and urged him.
"Wait for to make a PPT!"
"P what T? Just serve well in the army! Your uncle said they don’t allow ga consoles in the army!"
"PPT! Not PSP!" Fang Huai said helplessly and loudly.
Right, he has an uncle.
In firefighting, a deputy regintal commander who treated him very well. He was honored with a second-class ritorious service in ’08.
But not that ti.
He returned ho that ti, honored with a second-class ritorious service.
The subsequent major car accident happened in a valley where ice often ford on the year-round, beginning with an 11-car pile-up and then the arriving rescue vehicles failing to brake, smashing into each other one by one.
His uncle’s vehicle was in the middle.
Over the following years, Fang Huai beca a complete rookie soldier, missing his only chance to be a beneficiary of connections. As ti went on, he gradually forgot his uncle’s face. Looking back on it now, a lot of people had cared for him from childhood to adulthood.
[Task: Reach the Ard Forces Departnt within 30 minutes, please complete promptly, Host.]
Fang Huai was taken aback.
He hadn’t had the chance to properly feel the warmth of ho yet, and he was already hitting the road?
What if the task fails? Like those novels he had read, will he be erased?
[Task failure: System will be deactivated, host will return to the original tispace.]
Oh, that’s a relief.
A system that does not annihilate is a good system.
Fang Huai imdiately sat upright, glancing around.
Reborn...
Although he did not have much choice, Fang Huai couldn’t help but compare.
Here he has a dad, a mom, and an uncle... On the other side, there’s just a single feather-plucking sparrow.
And before his rebirth... it seed like... he had a heart attack...
[Sudden death from myocardial infarction.]
Heh.
Shit.
...
The scene suddenly changed.
"Dad, hurry up! Drive faster! Soone is going to die!"
Fang Huai, dressed in loose camouflage with a hat draped over his shoulder, sat in the back of the van, constantly urging his father Fang Kaiyang to speed up.
Fang Kaiyang didn’t say a word but rolled down the window, took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked the final ember out, sighed deeply, then turned and glanced at Zhang i.
This child, forever a troublemaker, if only he knew better, we would have managed to send him to a community college at least.
Zhang i got the signal and gave Fang Huai a pointed look.
"There’s a car up ahead! You know to hurry now? What were you doing earlier? Still ssing with TNT!"
The car jerked suddenly.
Fang Kaiyang, who had been a soldier himself, turned around in astonishnt, "TNT? My son, don’t have dark thoughts! I’m taking you to the army not to prevent you from going to college, but to toughen you up!"
Fang Huai remained silent.
"That’s called PSP... No, PPT! Dad, just watch the road!"
With only 12 minutes left on the system’s countdown, Fang Huai wasn’t in the mood for jokes anymore.
"What’s this new PPT weapon..."
"PPT is on the computer... a thing on the computer! For office work!"
"Office work??"
When it ca to computers, Fang Kaiyang entered a touchy subject.
As Fang Kaiyang turned around again, slowing down, his brows seed to fuse together, "Now you’re treating playing gas as a job? I knew it! You just think about that broken computer of yours all day! I’m going to smash it when I get ho!"
The van suddenly accelerated as Fang Kaiyang, who knew well the army could mold a person, couldn’t wait to send Fang Huai into that fiery crucible.
But...
A fallback plan was in place.
Fearing his son couldn’t endure hardship, he didn’t send him to the Ard Police Internal Defense but to the Firefighting Detachnt, where an uncle could take care of him. At least by visiting him, Fang Huai could take a shortcut.
The soldiers of today are nothing like when they served in the large army units back then; back in those days when they shed their clothes to farm and put them on to train, unbothered by the blazing sun or freezing winter!
That was a real soldier! Not the ones shouted at by Sichuanese as ’Quba’!
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