The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 895 The Wooden Chair in the Small Room
It’s hard to say whether the dinner was good or bad. The main reason is that the battalion commander who manages the camp is too enthusiastic, but from what he said, the camp manager still hopes to let Langya stay in the camp more often. As for The mountain behind the magazine where they are stationed still hopes that Langya can go for a walk more often.

Naturally, Ding Xiaojun has no objection. He has never restricted Langya’s free movement. Speaking of which, this large camp area was originally the scope of Langya’s activities before, especially in the direction of the magazine. Ding Xiaojun had a period of time. He lived there with Langya for several months.

After returning to the technical camp, Ding Xiaojun felt that something was missing when he was idle. He had to find something to pass the boring and boring time. He was not as patient as the instructor. You can also sit down and read books and read military newspapers.

"Instructor, I'm going out for a walk." Looking at the instructor sitting on the bed and reading the military newspaper, Ding Xiaojun proposed the idea of ​​going out.

The instructor put away the newspaper in his hand, looked at Ding Xiaojun and said, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"I don't need the trainer, I'll just go out for a walk, and now I'm in a hurry, and I'm bored staying here." Ding Xiaojun replied.

"Okay, then you can go." After the instructor finished speaking, he began to read the military newspaper.

Walking out of the duty room, Ding Xiaojun didn't know what to do, so he walked around casually. Before he knew it, he walked to the entrance of the underground warehouse. He stopped, thought for a while, and he didn't go in for some time. Take a look, fortunately go down and take a look, anyway, nothing to do when you are free.

As soon as he entered the entrance, he felt that the temperature suddenly dropped by a few degrees, which made people shiver. He adjusted to the temperature, and then turned on the emergency lights in the underground passage.

When passing the experimental warehouse, he stopped to take a look, and then walked towards the small room where he stayed the longest.

Pushing open the door of the small room, he stretched out his hand and pressed the light switch at the door. The small room suddenly became brighter. When he took a rough look inside, he was familiar with a bit of strangeness.

Originally, this was the place Ding Xiaojun was most familiar with, but later he came too infrequently, so it naturally became a little strange.Standing at the door, he looked at it reminiscingly before stepping in.

Ding Xiaojun who just stepped in suddenly felt an inexplicable warm feeling from this small room.

Yes, it is warmth, the kind of warmth felt from the bottom of my heart.

This kind of warmth makes Ding Xiaojun a little puzzled. The underground warehouse should have a constant temperature. Lu said that it is already autumn, but the underground warehouse maintains a temperature of four to ten degrees all the year round, which is definitely lower than the temperature outside. How could he? Feel that warmth.

But no matter what, this warmth made his heart feel a lot more at ease, because the sudden changes in the technology camp made his heart suppress something, and now he should be warm, as if he was about to freeze to death in the cold winter months. Suddenly there is a small open flame around him, even though he knows that this open flame cannot save him, he will still approach him full of hope.

Perhaps, that warmth is a kind of self-comforting feeling in his heart, no matter how you define it, at least the feeling now... It's okay, yes it's okay.

He stretched out his hand to support the chair placed in front of the table, and gently stroked the back of the chair with his palm. His movements were light, like a miser wiping his extremely precious treasure. .

Of course, this chair is not a treasure. It is very ordinary, no different from the chairs placed in front of every desk in the camp. The only difference may be the mood of the person who caresses it.

Ding Xiaojun has been with this chair for several months. At that time, he sat on it and studied his subject. Even if he was tired, he would sit on it and squint for a while, and then he woke up and continued his research. It can be said that This chair contains all the memories of his journey to glory.

He who is holding on to this chair feels complicated now. He is even thinking how lonely he is with this chair. If they had thoughts, would they think about the idea of ​​solitude?

The answer is yes, if you stay in one place all the time and you don’t see your companions, you will be really lonely. However, this wooden chair is a dead thing, it doesn’t have thoughts, so naturally it doesn’t think so much.

Wooden chairs don’t think about it, but thoughtful people do, like Ding Xiaojun now, the reason why he thinks so much, whether the wooden chair is also lonely, is because he became lonely first, Only when there is a feeling of loneliness in the human heart, will you see any lonely things, and you can't help but think about them.

In this way, it means that he is lonely. This is a very simple thing, so simple that you can understand it without guessing.

Finally, he pulled the chair away and sat on it. At this moment, a long-lost feeling naturally came to his heart.

He seemed to have such a feeling that he seemed to be many years younger again, and he was back to the time when he was sitting here studying. He didn't know why he felt this way.

He felt carefully, felt the feeling brought by that state of mind, but it was a pity that when he wanted to feel it with his heart, that feeling seemed to disappear out of thin air, and it was difficult to find its trace.

He is not reconciled, he is not reconciled, he has that long-lost feeling, before he has time to experience it, it disappears again, I am afraid that no one will be reconciled after experiencing such a situation.

He sat like this, feeling very blocked, uncomfortable, and aggrieved.

The feeling of wanting but not being able to find it is really uncomfortable. I don’t know how long I have been sitting, maybe a long time, or maybe it was just a moment. He couldn’t sit still, so he stood up again. When he arrived at the door, he turned off the light in the small room, closed the door, and walked away without looking back. He didn't even stop when he passed the experimental magazine.

Back in the duty room, the trainer had already lay down, his back was facing the outside, and there was no movement at all. Ding Xiaojun looked up at the clock on the wall, and it was past the lights-off time, but he didn’t hear the lights-off signal, then There is only one explanation, the Second Battalion, even the number of exercises has been stopped.

Perhaps it was the instructor who paid for it, not to save any resources, but simply because the Second Battalion had no one left, and the practice number didn't need to exist anymore.

(End of this chapter)