The taxi gradually approached the small school in the eastern suburbs of Kunming that exported firefighting commanders to grassroots units across the nation.
Returning here felt like two words: simplicity.
However, the excavators had now completely dismantled the gate and finished clearing the area, and Fang Huai believed that soon enough, there would be a new vibe in this place.
Just like the thriving firefighting forces.
At the entrance, two fire engines could still be seen, along with a big gang of people.
Fang Huai’s cell phone conveyed Teacher Lv’s voice.
"Little Fang, how much longer?"
"Arrived, I have already arrived!"
Fang Huai put down his phone, glanced at the fare ter, and really wanted to ask why his last taxi ride was 52.3 yuan, but this ti it was 59.6 yuan.
Forget about it. Everyday he had gotten too damn tired of outwitting taxi drivers; after the rank-conferring ceremony, he would buy a car.
Also, he should hurry and ask soone to help him get a driver’s license while the market was still favorable.
He paid 60 yuan, got out of the taxi opposite the school, and Teacher Lv at the entrance saw him with a broad smile, waving his large hand.
"Bang bang ching, bang bang, bang bang ching..."
Several students suddenly began banging the big drums with fervor.
Fang Huai didn’t know which squadron had managed to bring two fire engines, parked at both sides, shooting water from four hoses to form an arch of water.
The barren street suddenly burst into life, a lively buzz of thriving things.
Teacher Lv and two senior colonels among the leadership, a welcoming team of over a hundred people.
It was heartfelt.
The school which he had not seen for only two days, where he had left with a form signed by Teacher Lv and had been questioned several tis at the gate before leaving, now welcod him back with such a grand gesture.
Fang Huai saw the school reporter at the entrance, quite honored; he walked through the water-arch ceremony that welcod him and put his bag down at the entrance to salute Principal Chen, who was balding at the front and broad at the bridge.
"Report to the principal! Cadet Fang Huai has returned to the troop!"
A round of applause erupted around him.
Principal Chen scrutinized this young man who kept surprising him and saluted him solemnly.
Guizhou Brigade Martial Arts Competition champion, national Martial Arts Competition champion, started a firefighting equipnt company through a partnership school, continuously surprising the firefighting expert Lv Xianzhi, who sought him out for reports several tis.
And now, a recipient of the August First dal.
How long had Fang Huai’s resu been in his possession?
Three months!
Initially, seeing "Corps Spring Martial Arts Competition champion" and "Enlisted in 2007" on that resu had been impressive enough, but now, if the records were updated, things were no longer the sa.
"Comrade Fang Huai, welco back to the school! From now on, the school’s wall of honor will have one more recipient of the military’s highest honor! The school is proud of you!"
The key point was that now the honor report of Kunzhi could proudly state, "During Comrade Fang Huai’s ti at school, he received..."
For those who saw these accolades at the school later, it would provide significant encouragent.
The school could produce true talent, as long as you worked hard enough!
Although the leadership knew that the honors were won by Fang Huai himself, behind his August First dal, they could add many more impressions related to the school.
Fang Huai felt the courtesy and care from the leadership, and as he looked at this coeducational military ivory tower, he truly felt a kind of pride belonging to a twenty-year-old youth.
He knew he was lucky. His squadron asked for physical ability, his detachnt required martial arts, the whole corps demanded reform, and the Ministry wanted results, while the school needed the honor of its cadets. He had caught up with all these steps.
But this was not just good fortune. More importantly, it was his effort.
He couldn’t really consider himself just twenty because if he were lost in the world of the young, he would soon blend in with everyone.
The school was not only the place where he was awarded his rank but also his future partner in cooperation. His ti here was limited; he had to leave in November, and he could only return for a couple more months before graduation at most, so he should cherish the ti even more.
Conveniently, the principal was also present at the mont.
Thinking this, Fang Huai noticed that the surrounding school reporters had already taken several photos. He picked up his camouflage bag again, and instead of engaging in more pleasantries with the leaders, like returning to his own unit, he said calmly:
"Principal, I have brought new information about the project we discussed before my trip to Beijing. I’d like to report this to the leadership!"
The leaders were montarily stunned.
The vibrant young man seed to have changed his deanor almost instantly.
He didn’t seem like a cadet but rather like a traveler in a hurry.
The first to react was Lv Xianzhi.
"Haha, I knew you wouldn’t be able to sit still in Beijing! Did you et with the Ministry leadership? How was it, good news or bad news?"
"Good news! But, it wasn’t the Ministry leadership."
"Oh?" Principal Chen too snapped back to reality, his smile broadening.
School life can be mundane. There’s plenty of news over the year, but not much of it could be considered good.
Concerning the project that could generate revenue for the school, he always had Lv Xianzhi stay on top of it, though, to be honest, his expectations weren’t too high. It was an unfunded project, after all. Even if soone invested, how much money could it really make for the school?
But as soon as this young man, who just received the August First dal, ntioned it, he beca interested.
"Good, Little Fang. Here, most are cadets from the Guizhou Brigade. We few old folks will join you for a group photo to celebrate your honorable return! After the photo, co to my office!"
For thirty-two brigades, a few school leaders accompanying cadets from one brigade for a photo was quite an honor; one couldn’t even request this much attention from school leaders, especially the principal and political commissar. The Guizhou Brigade cadets were indeed basking in Fang Huai’s light.
Yet Fang Huai couldn’t help but feel a bit of mixed emotion.
Didn’t they just take photos before he left?
But all he could say was, "Yes!"
This ti, during the photo shoot, Fang Huai was once again the center of attention.
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