All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

In recent years, whether through loans or installment payments, most young men have bought cars. They all smoke Furongwang cigarettes, look glamorous, and feel the joy of returning home in glory after a year of hard work. Everyone can understand that.

Every year when I go home for the Spring Festival, the traffic jam can stretch for three to five miles, and when I look at the license plates, they are almost all from other places.

After a three-hour drive and three hours of traffic jams, I finally arrived back in my hometown at 10 p.m. I first dropped my mother-in-law off, and then drove straight towards my own home.

My hometown is about ten miles from the county seat. In recent years, the road has been fully opened up. Although it is a bit narrow, I was able to drive straight home without encountering a single car, even late at night.

Having told my parents I was coming home beforehand, the house was brightly lit late at night, and they had clearly been waiting for me for quite some time.

It was Chen Ling's first time celebrating the New Year at this family's home. Holding the child, she was a little reserved. Her mother took the child and smiled broadly. Her father stood by, grinning foolishly. Watching Zhang Peng back the car into the open space next to him, he couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

Although Zhang Peng has returned to this home countless times over the past thirty years, this year feels different from previous years. Perhaps it's because there's less pressure. He doesn't have to worry about his parents urging him to get married, nor does he have to worry about his parents' concerns about his work and life. It's as if he has never grown up in the past thirty years.

Whether you're rich or poor, you should go home for the New Year. Although everyone in China knows this saying, in reality, if you don't have money, you're ashamed to go home. For the poor, family ties seem to lack a protective layer when they're broke, and even the New Year's greetings and compliments from relatives seem somewhat pale.

Zhang Peng drove his car home with his wife and children for the Chinese New Year, which was quite a story among his relatives and friends.

After all, no one would have thought that Zhang Peng, a relative who had never shown any outstanding qualities or presence since childhood, could actually make a little money. The reason why everyone thinks he made a little money is because of his car. A domestic car worth tens of thousands of yuan, how rich could he be?

Before they knew it, it was Lunar New Year's Eve. Zhang Peng gave his parents a red envelope containing 200,000 yuan and transferred it directly to his father's bank account. His father was shocked by such a large sum of money. Zhang Peng calmly said that this was his way of showing filial piety to his parents, and that they should try not to cultivate the family's land in the future, and that his parents should just take good care of themselves in their old age.

Zhang Peng's parents looked at the man in front of them, who spoke calmly with an air of unquestionable authority, making them even doubt whether their son was truly their biological child.

Although Zhang Peng had been quite casual about everything, the changes he had undergone this year were impossible to hide. Not only was he indifferent to money, but he had also suddenly acquired excellent cooking skills. As parents, it would be strange if they weren't curious. Moreover, the unusual temperament that Zhang Peng often displayed made his parents frequently turn their heads to look at him.

Although this son is somewhat unfamiliar, he is still his own son after all, and the family's life is moving in a positive direction, which is the greatest satisfaction for parents.

As the Spring Festival approached, Zhang Peng began taking his whole family to visit various relatives in the neighborhood starting from the first day of the Lunar New Year. They didn't stay for meals, just strolled around and came back. This year, everyone was noticeably more enthusiastic about Zhang Peng's family, but that was about it.

Zhang Peng also has an uncle and an aunt. His aunt has married far away and rarely comes home after his grandparents passed away.

My uncle also lives in another city. Because he lost his son early on, he now lives with his only daughter in another city and rarely comes home for the Chinese New Year.

Although his uncle and father were brothers, their life trajectories and paths were completely different.

My father had two siblings. In their early years, the family was very poor. My grandfather passed away early, and my grandmother raised the three of them alone. Later, my eldest uncle chose to join the army and was promoted to a high-ranking officer. At that time, my eldest uncle was full of vigor and was obviously the most successful person in the family.

My father chose to farm at home and eventually became a migrant worker. In his old age, he returned home and built a three-story house. He occasionally did construction work and farmed the land, and that's how he lived his life.

My uncle originally had a bright future, but in the 1980s, a sudden war broke out, and he ended up on the battlefield, during the most brutal period of his life.

My uncle and his comrades suffered unimaginable attacks on the battlefield. In the end, only a dozen or so men from the entire company returned alive. My uncle, who was the company commander, had six gunshot wounds and a serious injury to his thigh, which left him disabled. He was forced to retire from the military.

After that, the once high-spirited uncle fell into a slump for two years. In the end, under the arrangement of his grandmother, he got married, had children, and seemed to live a peaceful life.

However, more than ten years ago, my uncle's son was diagnosed with a terminal illness. That period was the most agonizing time for the family. Although my uncle received a pension, it still depleted all the family's money. The boy, who was almost an adult, finally chose to be as tough as his father and committed suicide with a fruit knife one dark night.

The death of his child dealt another blow to his uncle. Already disabled, he completely lost his will to live. Eventually, his grandmother and aunt passed away one after another. His uncle then went to live in another city with his married daughter. The two families haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Every year during holidays, his parents still ask Zhang Peng to make a phone call to his uncle.

This year was no different. Zhang Peng made the call on the evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year because he knew that people would have time to sit down and chat in the evening.

After the call was connected, no one answered for a long time. Finally, the call was answered, but it was a woman's voice. Upon hearing this, Zhang Peng immediately called out, "Sister!"

It was his cousin Zhang Ping who answered the phone. Zhang Peng quickly greeted her with "Happy New Year" and "Wishing you prosperity." His cousin responded with a couple of words, but her tone was noticeably downcast. Zhang Peng sensed something was wrong and quickly asked what was going on.

My cousin finally sighed and said that her father was currently hospitalized and in bad condition, but he wouldn't let her notify any relatives, including her own siblings.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Peng was stunned for a moment and quickly inquired about the situation. He learned that it was due to old ailments causing physical decline. His uncle's injury not only injured his leg, causing disability, but also required lung surgery. Now, due to old age and physical weakness, many of his old ailments have begun to take their toll. In addition, his uncle's willpower has weakened, and he has clearly lost his survival instinct. He may not be able to hold on much longer.

Upon hearing this news, Zhang Peng's father, who was standing next to him, blushed deeply, clearly feeling both excited and worried.

Zhang Peng quickly made an appointment with his cousin, saying he would drive over the next day and they could talk when they met. His cousin agreed, and the two hung up the phone.

The deed was done, and Zhang Peng could only comfort his parents. His father sighed and recounted many things about his uncle when he was young. Back then, his uncle had a bright future and was always full of vigor when he came home. But later he became a useless person. His father could only complain about his uncle's despondency, while Zhang Peng sighed deeply beside him.

Don't advise others to be kind if you haven't experienced their suffering. Perhaps only my uncle knows the bitterness in his heart!

The next day, Zhang Peng drove his father to the city where his uncle lived. They drove for fourteen hours overnight and finally arrived. After arriving, Zhang Peng immediately contacted his cousin, Zhang Ping.

Led by Zhang Ping, they finally met the uncle at the hospital.

At this time, the uncle was already emaciated, with tubes inserted all over his body. He was obviously somewhat unconscious. Zhang Peng and his son saw this scene outside the ward and remained silent, only able to silently hope for a miracle.

With Bai Jingqi's medical skills and experience, Zhang Peng could tell at a glance that his uncle was on his deathbed and his body's functions were being maintained entirely by machines.

However, he still asked the doctor for the medical record and diagnosis record, and began to look at them one by one. He also asked the doctor some questions. Seeing how professional Zhang Peng was, the attending physician thought Zhang Peng was a colleague and asked him with a smile which hospital he worked for. Zhang Peng replied calmly.

"I'm not a doctor, I'm just a cook."

The other party was immediately speechless.

After reviewing the documents in his hand, Zhang Peng sighed deeply. His uncle was probably in grave danger this time. The patient's willpower was weak, and in this situation, they could only leave it to fate. Perhaps his uncle still had fragments of memories in his mind, but he had long since lost all awareness of reality.

In this situation, acupuncture might be able to stimulate his bodily functions. Bai Jingqi once learned a set of acupuncture techniques that were 100% effective in treating dying patients, bringing them back to consciousness. However, for some patients who were too weak, after regaining consciousness, it was basically just a brief moment of lucidity before they died.

Seeing his uncle's emaciated body, Zhang Peng ultimately didn't voice his idea, nor did he intend to carry it out. For his uncle, death might be a more liberating option than life. Zhang Peng had experienced death many times and understood the taste of that kind of release.

It was late at night when Zhang Peng's father finally couldn't stay up any longer, so he took his father to a nearby hotel and they took a shower and prepared to rest.

Seeing his father's tired expression, and how he couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did, Zhang Peng helplessly reached out and gently pressed his father's forehead. Finally, he gently rubbed the back of his neck, gradually increasing the pressure. Five minutes later, his father fell into a deep sleep, and Zhang Peng finally breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

Zhang Peng was deeply moved by his uncle's life experiences. "Ah, life is truly unpredictable!"

Sleep well. Perhaps it wouldn't be bad if you could help your uncle fulfill his wish from back then in your dreams!

Zhang Peng's eyelids twitched slightly before he drifted off to sleep...!

Fanghua

Chapter 1: This hand is probably going to be ruined.

The dizziness made Zhang Peng lose his sense of direction, and he could faintly hear the sounds of gunfire in the distance.

The swelling and weakness in his left hand finally brought him fully awake.

Looking down at his arm, he realized he had been shot. His left hand was covered in blood, and his entire arm was black and swollen. If he didn't get treatment soon, his left hand would probably be useless.

At first glance, the road was littered with the remains of soldiers in green uniforms. The smoke from the battle had not yet dissipated, and a peculiar smell permeated the air, making one feel nauseous. It was as if a layer of dark, grayish bloodstains filled his eyes in the sky.

He shook his head, sorting through the memories in his mind, and finally realized where he was and who he was!

This is the world of the movie "Youth," and I am the male protagonist, Liu Feng.

Liu Feng, once a "pushover," is now a model youth who has transcended vulgar interests, an outstanding young man abandoned by the times!

Liu Feng, who came from a performing arts troupe, once had a bright future. He was sincere and dedicated, and devoted all his passion and love to his comrades and the army.

Back then, he was a model soldier in the army every year, but he never thought about himself. Even when he had the opportunity to enter military academy and be promoted to officer, he would give it to others because he felt that others needed that opportunity more than him. He always thought that if he did what others did, everyone would respect and understand him.

The reality is that he served the entire performing arts troupe for so many years, but no one remembered his good deeds. When people talked about him behind his back, countless people cursed him as an idiot.

At that time, he liked a woman named Lin Dingding. She was exceptionally beautiful, not only talented and artistic, but also possessed a stunning figure and good looks.

They were all the kind of women who could make men's blood boil. That woman seemed to have a natural ability to attract men and was particularly likable. But Liu Feng's feelings for Lin Dingding were a deep-seated, unrequited love.

Back then, Liu Feng never dared to confess his feelings to Lin Dingding. To him, Lin Dingding was his goddess, and he was willing to dedicate everything to her. So he silently protected everything about her.

One night, Lin Dingding brought a tape recorder and let Liu Feng listen to it. It turned out that a love song from Hong Kong and Taiwan was playing on it.

The first time Liu Feng heard a love song, especially one sung by his goddess, he felt an overwhelming sense of self-satisfaction. He couldn't help but confess his feelings to Lin Dingding and even hugged her tightly.

Nothing happened between the two, and Lin Dingding was also startled by Liu Feng's sudden confession.

She, who was like a green tea bitch, never expected that the kind-hearted person in the group would suddenly confess to her. She was just enjoying his kindness, but she never thought that she would spend her life with such a kind-hearted person. Just when the two were entangled.

As a result, others saw what happened, and Lin Dingding tearfully complained to her superiors, saying that Liu Feng had insulted her.

In Liu Feng's view, it was just a normal confession between a man and a woman, and he had only hugged Lin Dingding. Why did it become that he had insulted her?

The feeling of being betrayed by his goddess was unbearable for Liu Feng. Finally, in the interrogation room, Liu Feng gritted his teeth and roared at the interrogators.

"I don't have it!"

This last bit of stubbornness was his final act of defiance, but it still couldn't change his fate.

In the end, Liu Feng was assigned to a logging company in a remote area as a deputy company commander, which could be considered a lateral transfer.

The fact that a performing arts troupe with a bright future was paired with a logging company in a remote area speaks volumes.

During his years in the performing arts troupe, Liu Feng dedicated himself entirely. When he finally left the troupe, only one person truly saw him off.

That person was named He Xiaoping, a girl whose life was full of hardship and bitterness.

Her biological father was separated from her when she was young, and her mother remarried. From then on, she never enjoyed the love of her parents again. She was only six years old that year.

In the years that followed, He Xiaoping relied on hard work and diligent training to eventually gain the favor of the performing arts troupe. She originally thought this was a new beginning in her life, but she never expected that it was just one of the many bumpy roads in her life.

Back then, it was Liu Feng who brought He Xiaoping from Yanjing to the cultural troupe. From the moment she arrived at the troupe, she was ostracized by others because of a small incident. During that period, only Liu Feng cared about her, which made He Xiaoping develop special feelings for the "good man" Liu Feng.

This feeling, like Liu Feng's feelings for Lin Dingding, was deeply buried in his heart.

Liu Feng never felt this affection, because he cared for every girl in the art troupe the same way. It was just that seeing He Xiaoping being ostracized made him spend a little more time caring for her.

However, Liu Feng now possesses Zhang Peng's memories, and a completely new life experience is about to begin.

It's a failure that he didn't want such a good girl as He Xiaoping and instead pined his heart for a green tea bitch. Since that's the case, let Liu Feng live his life to the fullest!

Having experienced so many dreams already, he no longer has any special reaction to them. He might as well just accept it as it is!

However, this is the first time I've ever had my arm severed at the start of a game. Looking at my arm now, I estimate that most of it is going to be useless. The artery in my left arm has been punctured. If I go into the operating room now, I guess I can save my arm.

But now, in this desolate wilderness, the main force has just left, while Liu Feng chooses to stay behind to guard his comrades' remains and prevent the enemy from destroying them.

Hearing the sounds of gunfire not far away, Liu Feng felt an overwhelming surge of murderous intent. He really wanted to have a good fight and vent his frustration.

The original body of Liu Feng was actually prepared to die, which is why he chose to stay and guard the corpse, hoping to perish together with the enemy in the end.

But Zhang Peng, who had just entered this dream world, had no such thoughts. He was still planning to marry He Xiaoping, that poor girl, and give her a proper home. How could he possibly think of death?

My life has only just begun!

Liu Feng is currently located on the southern border, where a self-defense counterattack was fought with the Southern Monkey Kingdom in early 1979.

Last month, Liu Feng was transferred from the logging company to the transport company and went to the front line. His company's task was to transport supplies by horses and mules. In the early stages of the war, it was common for such transport companies to be attacked by monkeys. Liu Feng's company also suffered heavy losses this time.

Liu Feng supported his left hand and walked towards the nearby jungle. Under these circumstances, he had to do his best to save his left hand, and even if he couldn't save it, he could at least ensure that he wouldn't lose his fighting ability for the time being.

There are many herbs in this jungle that can stop bleeding. For Liu Feng, an injured arm is a minor problem. Even with only one hand, he still has the ability to protect himself.

He carried a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle on his back and a Type 54 pistol at his waist. As for grenades, he didn't take them at all; those wooden handles were creepy, and he had more confidence in his marksmanship.

Actually, he had just asked his comrades to leave him a flamethrower, which Liu Feng didn't like and had put in a wrecked car.