The Past Is Like a Fog in the Clouds

Halfway up the mountain, he held my hand. Even though the two of us had been in physical fitness for so many years in the army, we were still a little powerless in the face of such high mountains. "Are you tired? Let's go to the front platform to take a rest." He turned to look at me, and the strength in his hands became stronger. "Okay." I took advantage of his strength and stepped forward. I took the water he handed me and squeezed his hand. It seems that after a certain age, people start to become emotional. There were several birds chirping in the mountains, but I couldn't tell what species they were. The sun shone on him. He looked really handsome as he wiped my sweat seriously. His eyes were refracted by the sun. At this moment, his eyes were full of me. The faint scar on the bridge of his nose was still shining brightly. I couldn't help but raise my hand to touch it. Just then, his cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it, stopped and answered the phone. Even with the slight mountain breeze blowing, you can still hear a childish voice calling daddy from the microphone. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, gently responding to the call over there. I calmly turned my head and looked at the scenery in the distance. The sunlight became a bit dazzling at this moment. I squinted my eyes slightly, took off my glasses, took a tissue and continued to wipe the sweat on my face, and my thoughts began to drift away. Adapted from the author's eight-year military career Gentle, tough, funny, arrogant squad leader Gong Purpose: Love is rare and precious, please cherish it