In the bedroom, the old man's vigorous voice was a little slow. After all, he was getting on in years, and his voice was not as strong as it was when he was young. It came out slowly, like a bell in an ancient temple, full of the smell of time.
"There wasn't much money allocated, and there wasn't any good environment. Dozens of people didn't even know which bomb shelter they were dragged to, and they worked day and night. Some worked until their stomachs bled, some worked until they were in their forties, some in their fifties or sixties, and some died young, collapsing at their posts and never waking up again.
"But no one was afraid, no one was afraid. When someone collapsed, we continued to stand up, working hard to fulfill the wishes of our fallen colleagues. At that time, we were full of drive, and only wanted to do something big that would shock the whole world.
"Later, we succeeded. With the first missile, there was a second, a third, a fourth, and now... who still dares to say that our country doesn't even have the ability to develop our own missiles? Who still dares to say that our country relies entirely on imports? "
During the seven days of National Day, Ye Chien listened to the old man talk about the past, and the many things that the older generation had encountered. The old man's memories reflected all the different emotions of life.
The more he interacted with the old man, the more Ye Chien felt that his personality had mellowed a lot. The emotions that he would occasionally reveal slowly disappeared, and the way he treated people and matters was much calmer than before.
He lost the hostility from his previous life, and gained a calmness towards the joys and sorrows of life. This subtle change could only be noticed by others, but not by himself.
When it was time to leave, the old man could not personally send Ye Chien off, but he carefully reminded her to take good care of herself in school, from her daily life to her studies, as he was afraid that Ye Chien would suffer.
Ye Chien listened carefully, and also carefully reminded the old man to take good care of herself. After leaving this time, she was afraid that she would not even be able to come back to visit her grandfather during the winter break.
After returning to school, Ye Chien lived the school life that a military academy student should have. There were no urgent missions, no extra training, and his pace followed the school's pace. Dormitory, training field, classroom, laboratory … it was the same almost every day.
In the second year of university, the intensity of the training was obviously higher than in the first year, and the difficulty was also much higher. To Ye Chien, this training was considered basic training. Other than persevering every day, Ye Chien also had to give herself additional training. The main reason was that she was afraid that she would fall too far behind her comrades in the Snowfield Brigade, so she did not dare to relax at all.
In November, after her knee was confirmed to be completely fine, Ye Jian returned to the dormitory and told Xu Wen, who had been following her closely, that she would wake up half an hour earlier every morning to train. She asked Xu Wen if she could do it.
Xu Wen was washing clothes. When she heard Ye Chien's question, she smiled indifferently and said, "Of course, I gave a military order to follow you and learn from you. I can't drop the physical performance that I worked so hard to improve."
Ever since the first year's drill, Xu Wen really turned over a new leaf. She no longer dawdled around, and it was as if she had turned into a different person. Every day, she trained hard. The intensity of her training made He Jing want to advise her to be more stable and not work so hard.
At the end of October, her physical performance improved to the point that it made the whole class sit up and take notice.
Now that she had developed the habit of training together with Ye Chien, and under the influence of Ye Chien's self-discipline, Xu Wen, who had been slow in her behavior, became strict and disciplined. Using the words of the drill's brigade commander, "This is the power of a role model."
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