I am a soldier

The story begins with a quota. At that time, I had been in the army for a year and had become a deputy squad leader. My unit had one quota for conscripts to be recommended for military academy. I ranked first in both military physical fitness and basic academic performance, had been to the training corps, and was a deputy squad leader, so the quota was practically mine. But, but, but there were connections, and there was only one quota. What could I do? The leader talked to me. When I heard this, I thought to myself that I wouldn't do it no matter what, and I would just be discharged and go home. But I had to put on a brave face, so I put on a bitter and resentful expression and said through gritted teeth that I still hoped to be discharged so that the opportunity for promotion could be given to a comrade who needed it more. I was given a reputation for being noble and virtuous, which was my compensation. The leader assigned me to the law enforcement team. The so-called law enforcement team was just a few people temporarily sent to help maintain order when a neighboring military industrial enterprise was expanding. They just stood at the gate and checked whether people coming in and out had name tags. The law enforcement team consisted of 4 people, each working 8-hour shifts. The advantage was that I didn't have to stand guard or train. When I returned to the unit, I would sleep and go out for a walk when I woke up.

Meeting Nana was no accident. Her job was in the mailroom, handling newspapers and mail. They were a team of four, each working an eight-hour shift, and our shifts happened to be the same. The fact that this military-industrial enterprise had four young women in the mailroom excited the enforcement team—except for me! Strangely, at that time I had no interest in women; my mind was in a state of confusion, like a sponge trying to absorb all the information I could see. The best way I could find information was by reading newspapers. Unlike my comrades who were eager to please me, I always quietly read in a corner. For a long time, we only said "Coming!" and "Goodbye!" Nothing else, including those quiet nights on duty. I don't know who broke the silence first, but we talked about life, ideals, and discussed Chang'e on the moon and her pet rabbit. I also learned about Plato and Socrates from her. When I went to my shift in the morning, I would see breakfast she had brought me, and I slowly began to look forward to the time I could spend with her during my shifts. If things had continued like this, nothing else would have happened! But then things did change! One day, our enforcement team of four held an internal meeting. The topic was changing the shifts from one person to two, and the shifts from eight hours to twelve hours, alternating weekly. A guy from Jiangxi said, "We're all brothers, let's be frank! Before, the shifts were fixed, and so were the girls. After the change, we'll all have the chance to meet four girls, and we'll still be two people—one on regular duty, the other focused on storming the bunker! It'll be tougher, but worth it!" Then I heard enthusiastic applause… I could only subtly suggest that the girls were officially employed, with secure jobs, and this operation was going to be quite challenging. The guy continued, "This is nothing! Back in my hometown, I had to walk 15 li (about 7.5 kilometers) of mountain road to get to elementary school (several words omitted here), anyway, it was quite emotional, okay! You win." We shared information about our assigned girls, and I only said one thing: "Take it straight, don't try to find a roundabout way."

Plans never keep up with changes. The guy who was most enthusiastic about the operation received zero approval from the girls and was the first to just stand by. Meanwhile, I developed a slight connection with a girl named Jing. Jing resembled Xiaoqi's cousin to some extent; they even shared a resemblance. Nana noticed Jing's change in attitude towards me and, being rational, only asked me one question: "What are your plans after you leave the military?" I knew what that question meant—to stay or leave. Only those who chose to stay would ask the second question. I said I still wanted to go home. "Isn't there anything you miss here?" Nana asked. "Yes! Jing just resembles an old friend of mine; there's nothing between us." "She was the girl you used to have a crush on, right?" "Yes! It's all in the past."

Not long after, the second internal meeting of the law enforcement department was held. The theme was "I'm having my cake and eating it too," a choice I could only make. I could only say I chose Nana. I just wanted Nana to not have to worry about three flies (a metaphor for three unwanted suitors), while I was just a passerby. Only later did I learn that Nana was the mastermind behind this meeting.

The fortune teller said I was destined for many romantic encounters, and I wouldn't actively pursue girls, nor would Nana. We were like two swordsmen, neither willing to be the first to strike. Every time she finished her night shift, I would walk her home. Sometimes we would hold hands. I liked the peaceful feeling of being with her; we both had a countdown in our hearts, knowing our time was running out. One time, she suggested we visit her house so I could come over often. I didn't think much of it. No one was home that day. It was my first time entering her bedroom. It was clean and tidy, with a large bookshelf filled with books. I sat on the bed and could smell a faint fragrance—I knew what that meant, the scent of a virgin. Lying down was so comfortable. Having been used to sleeping on wooden beds in the army, the comfort behind me made me incredibly relaxed. Only then did I remember the bed's owner standing there awkwardly. Nothing happened that day, but afterwards, I would often go to her house when no one was home. Lying on that comfortable bed, Nana would quietly read at her desk. This environment slowly brought me back to normal, restored my natural desires, and my mind started to conjure up all sorts of erotic images from the past. Just as I was lost in thought, suddenly, a scream! Ah… I instinctively jumped up and rushed towards the desk. We bumped into each other, and Nana fell over. I reached out to catch her and pulled her into my arms. It was pitch black all around! Only then did I realize the power was out. The position was a bit awkward; my left hand was supporting Nana's back, and my right hand felt something soft—a woman's breast. At that moment, the pent-up desire exploded, almost making me lose my mind. We were like two fossils, motionless. The feeling from my right hand drove me crazy. I gently stroked it, but that wasn't enough. I pulled up her bra, and the soft, warm, long-lost feel was so wonderful. I touched her like that for a long time. I could feel Nana's body trembling; she probably wanted to stop me, but she was too weak. As fate would have it, just as I was thinking about taking advantage of her, damn it! The power came back on! This time, Nana reacted quickly. She pushed me away and quickly straightened her clothes. I only caught a glimpse of those white breasts, but it was etched into my memory like a photograph. Embarrassing! Two rapid breaths escaped my lips. I wanted to explain, but there was no need to touch her. My brain short-circuited, and I blurted out, "Your breasts are so nice!" I immediately regretted it. I thought Nana would be angry, but she composed herself and said, "It's getting late, you should go home." Back then, I still cared about saving face. She saw me to the door, and just as I was about to leave, I heard Nana say behind me, "Why don't you stay tonight?" Her voice was barely audible. Saying I didn't want to would be cowardly. The cold wind at the door made me more alert. I turned and strode away without looking back, because I knew that staying tonight meant staying forever. A month before my discharge, I was transferred from the enforcement team. My replacement brought me a letter from Nana. She still hoped I would stay, though expressed it subtly. I made a cross necklace out of a .64 bullet casing, put it in the envelope, and had someone deliver it to her. After my discharge, I received a call from Nana. She said she wanted to come work and live in the city where I was, but at that time, I was preparing to go abroad, and that was the end of our friendship. From letters, phone calls, QQ, to WeChat, we've maintained a great friendship and often share our joys and sorrows.

[The End]

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