Demobilized Soldiers Resist Family Responsibilities

After five years of military service, my home is still the same, but I am no longer a stranger. The restless youth of my brothers and my father's late-night sighs pierced my hard chest like needles. Until that rainy night, I bumped into the secret meeting between my second brother and the daughter of the village party secretary; my third brother silently packed up his bags to go south to work; and my father tremblingly took out all his savings—— I suddenly understood that what this family needs is not a qualified soldier, but a man who can bear the storm.