Chapter 2677 What About You?

The story must have an ending, and Sergei's story is not that long.

When the right to speak began to flow again, there was only one person left on the table who had not spoken yet, and everyone's eyes were all on the person: our car commander comrade Malashenko.

"Huh? Why are you all looking at me?"

Seeing that Malashenko was asking questions knowingly, Ivushkin on the side did not buy it.

"What do you mean everyone is looking at you? It's obviously your turn. Everyone has finished talking. If you don't say anything, I think we should almost break up. Go to bed early and continue to play tomorrow."

Indeed, the time for chatting always seems to be short, but in fact it has passed quickly.

Malashenko didn't know until he looked at the time on the watch, and found that this table of hometown meal in a foreign country had been eaten for more than an hour, almost two hours.

The brothers were toasting, talking heart to heart, and having a great time. You said something and I continued to talk, smoking one cigarette after another. The speed of time passing was obviously a bit beyond expectations.

"Well, it seems that it is getting late, so I will make it short?"

Iushkin, who was still holding the wine bowl in his hand, curled his lips when he heard it. He had to add something to say.

"Anyway, it's better than saying nothing, so why not just say it."

""

What should I say?

Malashenko pondered for a while and always felt that the words and phrases he could think of seemed to have been said to everyone before. Now it seems that it is a bit like digging up old things and talking nonsense. It feels that there is no practical meaning.

"I know you want to go home and farm after the war, but if you ask me, I don't think you can go back. Let alone other things, will those big guys, those generals and marshals let you go? I don't think so. Why don't you tell us what you plan to do if you can't leave and have to stay in the army?"

"Don't say you don't have any plans, I know. You always like to make preparations for both situations. It's not your style to not have a backup plan. You must have a backup plan if you can't retire and go home as you wish, right?"

Don't say it, although Ivushkin is a talkative guy, at least what he said just now is really reasonable and to the point.

This is certainly not nonsense, let alone blind guessing.

It is precisely because he and Malashenko are familiar with each other that he can say such words.

Seriously speaking, Malashenko and Iushkin have been friends for 41 years. Iushkin is a machine gun talker and has a better brain. He can roughly guess how Malashenko plans his future plans. To be honest, this is not too much.

"Well, I do have to admit that you are right."

"Look, what did I just say?"

Iushkin, who had to show off after being guessed, smiled happily and showed off his skills to Artyom, who was sitting next to him. He lit a cigarette and continued to speak.

"Then tell me, what is your plan."

"Hmm"

What is your plan?

Malashenko had to say that this was not very easy to describe. He had a backup plan but it was relatively general. It was not like he had already planned it out like a list. Now that Iushkin asked him, he had to organize his words on the spot and sort it out a little.

"I don't have any special plans. If my retirement application is not approved, I won't be negative and deliberately go against my superiors. This is not my style."

"I'm afraid I will continue to do what I should do, just like now: Malashenko is a brick, and I will move wherever I need to go. As long as there are things that really need me to do and places that need me to go, and I can "make the best use of it" after I go there and play my due role, I won't mind those other things."

"I have survived the most difficult days. Although I can't say that the road ahead will be smooth, at least there will be no more difficult road than that."

"I don't ask myself to be promoted to a high official or make a fortune in this life, and I must achieve something in a certain position. I have the value of my existence and the role I play in my position, and that's enough. , the rest are not important, we can just live one day at a time. "

"When those bigwigs think that old Malashenko is useless, and it's almost time to go home and eat himself, and staying in the Red Army is also a burden. Then I will gladly accept it, or I have been looking forward to this day for a long time. "

"As for me, I will continue to go home and farm according to the original plan, and do whatever I should do. If the children are not grown up yet, I will accompany my wife to take care of the children, work in the fields every day, and maybe go for a walk with the dog when I come back at night, and watch the sunset with the dog. If I am interested, I may write a book, but I am not sure. I don't like to write on weekdays. Maybe I will write when I am really bored, um. "

Compared with the detailed plan, what Malashenko said is full of "casualness".

It doesn't sound like Malashenko's previous meticulous style, but it sounds like "whatever happens" and completely go with the flow.

Iushkin had thought this was strange a long time ago, and now hearing Malashenko actually say this, his curiosity was inevitably aroused, even stronger than before.

"I'm curious. How can you be so casual about your future life plan when you are such a person who pursues perfect plans and proper preparations? This is not like you. You are completely different."

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Honestly, Malashenko didn't know how to "appropriately" answer the question raised by Iushkin.

He couldn't just say to Iushkin and his brothers: Oh, there will be a political storm soon after the war. I don't want to get involved in these things. I even want to stay as far away as possible. It's best to be indifferent. That's why I want to go home to farm. If you don't let me go back, then I can do whatever I want.

You must "pretend to be confused when you know the truth", and you must make others believe that you are "really confused" and can't see any flaws.

Malashenko, who couldn't tell the truth, held a cigarette in his mouth and stared at the night patrol team of the leader division passing by in the dark outside the window. What he was thinking about in his mind was obviously not just the present. He blurted out again not long after he said it.

"Maybe I am only suited to fighting. My brain becomes dull and stupid when I am away from war. I don't have any goals that I must achieve, nor do I have any strong desires to do anything. I am afraid that even if I stay in the army after the war, it will be a repetitive routine day after day."