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The bathroom on the second floor of the office building was broken, so Tian Xiaotong always went to the fourth floor to deal with internal emergencies. I went to the bathroom several times a day, and my colleagues were all wondering why Tian Xiaotong had to go to the top floor even though he couldn't use the closest bathrooms on the first or third floor. The office building is an old-fashioned building built in the early 1970s. There is no elevator, the floors are high and narrow, and I am already out of breath after walking down the stairs. On the fourth floor, there are neither club leaders nor handsome men. What kind of medicine is Tian Xiaotong selling in his gourd? There must be someone who thinks so. Tian Xiaotong didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or something else, but she always felt like a pair of eyes staring closely at her every day when she came to work. Even if she was alone in the office, she felt those eyes staring at her were creepy. So she tried not to show up in the public eye. Every time she ate, she would be the last to go, and sit in the most inconspicuous place when she went. She wouldn't say hello to anyone, and would just bury herself in her meal and leave as soon as possible.

Liu Jiangru felt his body suddenly shake, presumably the train was moving. Asked mother if she was going home? Mother and father exchanged glances, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then replied in the affirmative. Liu Jiangru leaned back against the carriage, tears pouring down his face. Her mother handed her a tissue, which she touched and threw aside. Her father was afraid that the coat hook behind her would hit her head, so he took her hand and wanted her to touch the back of her head. Liu Jiangru threw away his father's hand, leaned back even further, and banged his head against the iron shelf of the bunk bed. The mother hugged two quilts and put them behind her, but Liu Jiangru pushed them far away. My parents were afraid that people on the train would be impatient, so they tried to persuade me at first. Later, after seeing the passengers around me knowing the details, they all stopped trying to persuade me with an understanding attitude. A fat middle-aged woman sitting opposite wiped her tears and said, "Let the child cry. After crying, you will feel better." The young man who gave it to her just now must be her boyfriend.

"Joining the Army" is a novel with realistic themes. The novel takes Li Xiaoyin, her eldest brother Li Xiaozhong, and her second brother Li Xiaoyi as the protagonists. It tells the story of peasant children represented by three brothers and sisters who joined the army and struggled and grew up in the army for forty years. The author starts from the work of the three brothers and sisters, from the field troops, the logistics troops on the western plateau, the military academy to the headquarters, and describes their work, love, friendship, marriage, family and many other aspects, focusing on the big picture and writing on the small details. They have experienced important events such as the return of Hong Kong, flood fighting and disaster relief, the opening of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, the Wenchuan earthquake, overseas peacekeeping, the National Day military parade, and troop changes. They have had hesitations and pains, but in the journey to strengthen the army, they have demonstrated the courage and responsibility of soldiers in the new era with practical actions. Over the past forty years, the fate of the Li brothers and sisters has been closely intertwined with the changes of the times and the general background of the army's transformation. In ordinary years, they encouraged each other, made progress together, and completed their respective life missions while writing an epic life epic of contemporary Chinese soldiers.

Wen Qingli, female, was born in Changwu, Shaanxi Province. She joined the Army in 1986. He graduated from the Literature Department of the People's Liberation Army Art Institute, the 3rd and 28th Advanced Seminar for Young and Middle-aged Writers (Postgraduate Course) of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature, and the Art Department of Peking University. He has been published in literary publications such as "Youth Literature" and "Beijing Literature" His works include more than two million words, and many of his works have been reprinted by "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly" and "Selected Chinese Literature". He has published prose collections "Pupillary Bay Lake", "Confinement", "Love Always Turns Your Back to Me", and novel collections "Paper Dreams" and "Looking Back at Youth". Currently working for "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art". Member of Chinese Writers Association. After school that day, I saw three or four women standing at the door of my house from a distance, whispering to each other. The dark wooden door was tightly closed from the inside. Several ears were pressed against the crack of the door, sniffing and saying, "They are making a noise, maybe they will start fighting soon."

WeChat kept buzzing, and even without looking at it, I knew it was the design drawing of a new house sent by Duanduan. With my head aching from insomnia, I stared straight at the Party committee work report I had written on the computer, thinking whether to delete the period or add an exclamation mark. Director Wang of the Political Department is my immediate boss and he likes to use exclamations in his speeches. Liu, political commissar of the Communist Youth League, gave three orders to use plain words when writing materials. Not long ago, they and I went to the army to conduct research. Director Wang said that a certain company selected pacesetters for shooting. He was very angry and said, disgusting, disgusting! How abominable! It is truly abominable to use such deceit to fool us! Lao Wang, can you remove that exclamation mark? The materials are exclamation marks, and the speeches are also made with exclamation marks. Some people have given me advice, saying that I should change your name to Director Exclamation Mark. Political commissar, you are used to it. Habits become natural and cannot be changed easily.

As soon as the news came out that the director of the Organization Bureau, Colonel Chu Tianshu, had transferred C Division from deep in the desert to serve as political commissar, the office building instantly seemed to explode. But no, he has been a full master for five years. It would be a consolation to be promoted, but it is nothing. Not only has he not been promoted, he has even lost his original important position. Besides, it's a good place to go. There are so many units directly under the headquarters, and any one of them is a divisional unit. Division C is far away from the headquarters, not to mention remote, and it is a Category B division. The situation in the past few years has become worse every year. The troops are about to be reorganized again, and the prospects are really not optimistic. Did he make a political mistake? Or committed an economic crime? Male and female style? Or are you having trouble with the leader? The officers were whispering and discussing in the corridor. Although the officers were selected from all units in the army and their quality and ability were impeccable, discussions were inevitable due to changes in personnel.

Wen Qingli, who joined the army in December 1986, is from Changwu, Shaanxi Province. She graduated from the Literature Department of the People's Liberation Army Art Academy and the 3rd Advanced Seminar for Young and Middle-aged Writers of Lu Xun Academy of Literature and the 28th Advanced Seminar for Young and Middle-aged Writers of Lu Xun Academy of Literature. She has published more than 3 million words of works, and many of her works have been published by "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly", "Selected Chinese Literature" and "Selected Novellas" have been reprinted, and have published essay collections "Pupillary Bay Lake", "Confinement", "Love Always Turns Your Back to Me", novel collections "Paper Dreams" and "Looking Back at Youth", and the long non-fiction "Weibei Family" currently works for "PLA Literature and Art". Alas, my dad went to a nursing home again! After the meal was finished, my lover, who had been silent for a long time, sighed and said, "Hey, my lover, who always laughs and laughs all the time while eating, is so serious today. It turns out that his parents are causing trouble again."

When Liu Xuying, a Chinese teacher at Changyang Town Central Primary School, climbed the Great Wall in one go, her eyes became wet. The heroic feeling that others had when climbing the Great Wall disappeared from her. She felt that her past life was like the Great Wall, winding and winding with no end in sight. Now that the mountains weighing on her were lifted, she should naturally enjoy the happy life now. For example, she traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to attend her eldest daughter's wedding, saw the Forbidden City, and climbed the Great Wall. From now on, the good days are like the sunshine on the plateau in my hometown. You can have as much sunshine as you want. Why can't this make Teacher Liu, who is in his forties, happy? As she was about to leave Beijing, she took her husband to the store to buy gifts for her children and elderly mother.

As soon as I turned on the phone, I found fifteen missed calls, all from my best friend Tian Yuan. When I rushed to the door of Jiangnan Fu Hotel soaked with thunder above my head, stepping on puddles, and saw Tian Yuan holding a mirror and applying makeup and powder through the floor-to-ceiling glass, I was furious. Actor Tian Da must have encountered emotional problems again. She changes boyfriends as often as we publish newspapers. The daughter of the provincial government is willful and points people at will. I regret coming. If I come back, she will have seen me and will have to go in with a grimace. Before I could sit down, Tian Yuan spoke quickly and said, "Do you know, something happened to Liu Mingyang!" As he spoke, a pair of big eyes stared at me like searchlights. I was shocked, threw the umbrella to the table, and said angrily, something happened to him, what does it have to do with you? Waiter, please have another cup of rose tea.