The celebration banquet in the military compound was made like a Chinese New Year.
A big red banner hung at the door of the auditorium, with "Border Anti-Drug Action Commendation Conference" written in gold letters, which was reflected by the sun. There were a line of military jeeps parked on the playground, and the brothers in the driver class were squatting under the shade of the trees, smoking, and occasionally glancing in the direction of the auditorium - all the female soldiers from the art troupe were here today, and they were all dressed like flowers.
Shen Shaohui was leaning on the corridor at the back door of the auditorium, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and squinting in the sun. The military uniform he wore was so straight that it could cut his fingers. He carried a three-star banner on his shoulders and a first-class merit medal on his chest - which the leader on the stage had just hung on him.
"Shen Shaohui!"
