Online social interaction is not just a joke. As those who treat others with sincerity, we will definitely face netizens with the most real side and without teasing words; but online social interaction is not all true, just because the scenes formed on the screen are like dreams, everything looks fake and real, only the dazzling virtual data such as unpredictable electronic images and texts are beating like an immortal fire among modern high-tech screens. Indeed, we cannot predict whether what the person behind the screen says is true. What we can do is to uphold the principle of not being ignorant of the conscience and be true, which is enough.

However, no one has answered me satisfactorily: When I was young, I accepted the love from my family too little, and chose to expose most of myself to the public, and I was eager to draw the care that was missing from others, will I use touching warm words to use by people with ulterior motives? Will the evil people who use the opportunity of trust to approach me feel the anxiety deep in their conscience and the pain that goes against the goodness of human nature?

The answer is, I don't know, and so is she.

Standing in the face of old friendship and friendship, even if all this is a lie, I don’t know if I can cut it decisively. It’s just that we encouraged and supported each other in the past, you also gave me the care and care that I remember when I was trapped in the mud. I still dare not admit that you were deliberately approaching, until your faith collapsed and scattered all over the ground in pieces. I still firmly believe that you are just joking with me.

I still remember that cold winter, when I was lying blankly on the white electronic bed in the lifeless hospital, one hand mechanically patting my legs and the other hand hanging weakly on the electronic railing of the hospital bed. I could not helplessly smell the smell of disinfectant watermelon in the room, and looked at the electronic lights and electronic ceiling on the ceiling with resentment. My eyes were always difficult to focus, and I was so sad that I wanted to roar.

I knew very well that although there would be more or less medical miraculous people who would recover to a slightly worse level than normal people through treatment, they could barely walk freely, but it was very pitiful to completely recover to the kind of being able to run and jump with their own legs. Therefore, paralysis is still one of the problems in the contemporary medical community. What's more, my dream is to become a warrior who needs to go to the battlefield to kill enemies and defend the country. If there is no impeccable leg skills, footwork and other support me, then my dream may have to sink into the rest of my life.

I reached out helplessly and touched the phone in the hand of the white robot next to me. I flipped it out twice with my mind and clicked into a social software that I hadn't opened for a long time but was extremely familiar with before. I guess it would be revised after so long. Sure enough, when I clicked on the main page of the software, I suddenly felt very unfamiliar, and I couldn't even find some buttons where they should be. I focused on it for a while before I became familiar with it a little.

I took a look at my friend list and most of them are still there.

That's right, when I was teenager, when I was 16 or 17 years old, I was a little online social expert. There were a large group of friends on the Internet who liked to watch me post my home school experience, and there were also many listeners who liked to watch me construct the special forces stories. They would give me countless encouragement and support like their current online friends. I am an excellent writer in their hearts, a strong, brave, optimistic sunny boy facing life. Although my family is not friendly to me, I will encounter some difficulties in the school, and I still haven't given up moving forward. But since I was admitted to the non-commissioned officer school and later joined the special forces, I have not been able to make friends with social software because my main task now is to be what I dreamed of when I was a child, and to pick up a steel gun to guard the land under our feet.

But my dream has now completely woken up.

My legs may never move again, so I became a severely disabled disabled person. All my familiar comrades have died for the country. My girlfriend, who had agreed to get married for the rest of her life, became a traitor who was scolded by everyone. I have been wondering whether I did not shoot abroad or not, but I have not yet obtained an answer that I recognized.

Maybe I was wrong, maybe I made the wrong choice from the beginning. I should have been absolutely decisive at that time. Even if I took off this military uniform and threw it into prison for the rest of my life, or even was sentenced to death by the army, I would never let the thug who could not shoot outside the border do whatever I wanted, and he would not let all the brothers in the Sharp Knife squad be named one by one.

But I was hesitating after all. What am I hesitating about? Am I considering the overall situation and avoiding more attacks on the country? Or is it just abide by the principles absolutely and does not want others to take off the camouflage uniforms?

...No matter what, I am a sinful person.

I want to say "I am almost in pain now and want to stop myself. I am an extremely cowardly sinner." I just want to vent the emotions accumulated in my heart. But when everyone regained their eyes and learned that I have now become a real warrior who has experienced the baptism of blood and fire, and defended my country, I found that the respect and worship were much more respectful and sincere than before when I made up stories of special forces, and when I was an illusory writer who constructed the 18th-line essay, and was more passionate and sincere.

But is this treated just because I am a disabled soldier? No, if so, I don’t think I deserve everyone’s concern. Ordinary people say that the judgment of snipers on the spot is absolutely important and can even reverse the entire situation of the battle. Now I am a person who is full of sins. I have harmed my brothers and my master because of my cowardice and complete observance of the rules. I am wrong and guilty.

Everything is ruined by my own hands, and I will not stop hating myself.

——No, wind, you did it right.

She also became familiar with me during chatting with me at that time. She never gave up believing that I could be good. She always gave advice and comfort in an independent and special way. When she learned that I had such an idea, she firmly told me not to blame herself, and she also said to me...

But from the perspective of a soldier, these complicated thoughts will no longer exist. I will let her end all the troubles without hesitation, and must also let her rest and sleep neatly, because I am sure that she has been living in pain, but only because I am forced to do so, because I think that soldiers and underworld are always opposites, and when I stand up again, when I re-wear the rank representing mission and responsibility, I am destined to end with such an end.

Isn’t it helpless? As mentioned in an old song a long time ago: “Is this meeting of ours a fate or a sin? And it’s said that it’s all empty from beginning to end?”

I don't want to recall this series of heart-wrenching past events, but every time I think of those scenes, the cold avatar on the Internet, the cheerful and lively tone on my mind - Lin Moli, a native of Nanshan, has a wolf tail or a ponytail in reality, and her black hair and brown eyes are like an ordinary student, without any words, heartlessness and expression. Because I have been unable to perceive emotional changes since I was a child, I cannot detect other people's emotions and are wandering outside the crowd and do not know how to speak. A girl who was finally diagnosed with autism at the age of 15 was diagnosed with autism.

Sorry, today's memories are a bit too fragmented, as if I picked up pieces of pieces from the broken glass and slowly pieced them together. The process of bonding them to one piece is very painful, and I really don't want to continue talking. The picture will go back to my exam.

I have thought about the question of why the First Operations Company has 665 numbers in a long time ago. The answer I came up with may be a bit presumptuous, but there are no more ways to guess except for this explanation. Writing it may be another offense, but I still choose to boldly write on the test paper.

I think the company is busy with the troops, and everything they do is meaningful. Although I don’t know what aspects of the quality of the soldiers are trying to test, the two questions that are mostly linked to life are not for no reason. I want to tell us that joining this special forces with the highest danger will always struggle on the line of life and death, and experience the feeling of passing by the god of death. Is it a supreme glory to survive and win?

I said: Sacrifice means eternal. Even if I have sacrificed my life for the country, the number of the past will never be erased. If I just think that this soldier's life in this army has been completely eliminated because of the death of the person, then I think that such behavior is cold-blooded and ruthless, and it is not something that a human with emotion will do. The reason why I am number 666 is that there are countless disabled heroes in front of me who participated in the Special Combination First Operation Company, but have been buried in the battle. The Special Combination First Operation Company will permanently retain the traces they left here, and their lives will always be alive, a tribute.

After I wrote the answer on the electronic page, I pressed the completion button on the screen, and a green hook was displayed on my test paper. Ren Woxing, who was beside me, looked at me with a smile, as if I knew how serious things were, but the veteran was not very clear. He asked: Are you ready?

I shouted loudly, ready at all times.

His expression suddenly became extremely solemn, and he shouted loudly: What I asked is, are you ready to sacrifice yourself?

I replied calmly, report, yes, Lieutenant Ren.

He smiled: No. 666 Cheng Fengzhan, a sergeant in the military rank, congratulations on your successful stand up, welcome you to join the sniper team of the Special Operations Company, and hope that you can successfully become a member of the Sniper Team in the future. My code name is the Sniper Sniper, which means the incomplete laser sniper. It is the captain of the Sniper Squad, the first Sniper Sniper in the company. You can usually call me the captain. Why don’t you call me during wars and I remind you, right?

I looked at him with some confusion and suddenly asked him where the so-called physical fitness exam was?

He answered me lightly, it's been past long ago.

I suddenly remembered something, looked down at my chest and neckline, and the rank of the sergeant and the number of tb001-666 were slightly printed.
Chapter completed!