Ahem, I used to envy those books where stories flowed effortlessly, vividly and colorfully. I felt ashamed that despite my age, I couldn't write anything. Whenever I had an idea, I never recorded it in time, and when it came to writing essays, they always turned into scattered prose—both form and spirit were disjointed. I thought I would never write anything again in this lifetime. Suddenly, I stumbled upon a forum filled with passionate young women. My intention was merely to write a few stories as a New Year’s gift for them, to share some joy. To my surprise, once I started writing, I couldn't stop.
After some simple brainstorming, I decided to document some of my experiences—these were peculiar events from the past decade that I had personally encountered or heard about. These events brought many changes to my life, and even now, as I return to a calm existence, I still feel a deep sense of nostalgia! Hehe, my skills are limited; please bear with me! If you like it, give it a thumbs up; if not, well, still give it a thumbs up—even if it's criticism, at least show some support! Alright, let’s officially begin the story!
In the year 2000, I was an officer in the Security Division of the military. There was a bizarre case involving a soldier who was found hanged in the Water Room one winter morning while on guard duty. What was strange was that he was found kneeling—how could someone hang themselves while kneeling? There were many questions at the time, but the autopsy confirmed it was indeed a hanging. Investigations revealed that this soldier had been quite melancholic and depressed due to unrequited love; thus, the case was initially closed as suicide.
I didn’t think much of it until later when a detail revealed another layer to the case! After the New Year, during a visit to assess new recruits' adaptation to their unit, we noticed one new soldier who blushed and stammered when asked about his living conditions and his feelings towards his squad leaders. It seemed he had something on his mind but was too afraid to speak up. Observing him closely, I casually asked a question that would ultimately lead to significant revelations.
That soldier mentioned: “Everything is fine; everyone treats me well. It’s just that at night when I sleep, I always feel like someone is touching me.” This struck me as odd. When I asked if it was his bunkmate helping him with his blanket, he blushed and said no—it was actually his squad leader who slept nearby. He claimed that in his dreams, this leader kept touching him and murmuring a name: “…” At that moment, my heart raced; this was the name of the deceased soldier!
I immediately reported this incident to the Section Chief of the Security Division. The Section Chief also found it suspicious. We decided to proceed cautiously and gather more information before taking action. We dug into the background of that squad leader and discovered he was indeed the deceased soldier's squad leader during training and had continued to lead him even after transferring units. Later on, this squad leader moved from Company One to the Seventh Company (our military base is quite large; there’s about three or four kilometers between Company One and the Seventh Company—they belong to different battalions and cannot move freely).
Eventually, we learned that this soldier had committed suicide. When we questioned the deceased soldier's instructor, we found out that this squad leader had been sleeping right next to him!
The Section Chief decided to approach the squad leader directly. He called him into our office under some pretense. Once inside with the door closed, the squad leader looked surprised and confused about what was happening. The Section Chief skillfully engaged him in conversation while I grew increasingly impatient as he seemed distracted. Suddenly, the Section Chief asked him casually: “Your birthday is coming up soon, right?” The squad leader immediately replied without hesitation: “Yes, it’s around Lunar February.” However, his expression changed drastically; beads of sweat began pouring down his face.
The Section Chief and I exchanged glances—this was definitely going somewhere! We focused intently on him as he struggled under pressure; it became evident he was becoming increasingly anxious until he finally broke down…
Through tears, he confessed that from the moment he met the deceased soldier in boot camp, he felt an inexplicable connection—a sense of familiarity and affection towards him. He treated him like a younger brother due to his delicate nature and strong dependence on others; perhaps there were feminine traits in his personality as well. Over time, what began as a normal brotherly bond evolved into something more complicated.
Initially amused by this affection from his subordinate, the squad leader didn’t correct him at first but later realized things were spiraling out of control. During a talent show organized by the unit—thanks to his good looks and melancholic charm—he performed as Lin Daiyu from "Dream of Red Mansions," which garnered much praise (who knows? If it were today, he might have outshone Li Yugang!). Shortly after this performance, another squad leader named Lin developed feelings for him and insisted on seeing him dress up as a girl during holidays for performances. This made our squad leader uncomfortable; he tried ignoring Lin's advances.
As tensions escalated between these two leaders due to their conflicting affections for our protagonist—the original squad leader eventually applied for transfer to another unit in hopes of avoiding further complications—but soon after hearing about the suicide incident involving his beloved subordinate.
You might think that's where it ends—but no! When we finally located Squad Leader Lin after all this chaos unfolded, he knelt before us confessing that he had killed him! It turned out that prior to this tragic event there had been no confrontation between them; however after their fight escalated into separation due to their respective units being unable to interact freely except during weekly movie nights—the emotional strain became unbearable.
One fateful night after roll call concluded at Lin's unit while washing up alone in the Water Room—he confronted our protagonist about their relationship which led them into conflict over feelings of betrayal regarding their bond being severed by Lin's actions. In self-defense during their struggle for dominance over emotions—Lin ended up choking our protagonist until he succumbed…
Strangely enough—the Water Room usually bustling with activity at night remained eerily quiet when this tragedy occurred right before everyone’s eyes.
Squad Leader Lin was later handed over to local authorities where he faced execution for murder. Following such events—the military took measures against potential risks by forcibly retiring our protagonist’s former squad leader who left with tears streaming down his face.
In retrospect—the Military District Security Department implemented mandatory training for security officers focusing on crime scene investigation techniques which proved invaluable for solving future cases within our ranks!
As for concluding thoughts—can true love exist between individuals of the same gender? In some magazine or perhaps elsewhere—I once read: when God created humanity—there existed three forms: male-male relationships; female-female relationships; and male-female relationships—later God separated them into pairs distinguishing genders so throughout life individuals search endlessly for their other half amidst crowds.
It feels akin to playing a game of chance—if your other half happens to be of opposite gender then you’re lucky enough for societal acceptance—but if they are of same gender then perhaps you’ve drawn an unfortunate card? Yet ultimately love knows no boundaries regardless of gender.
Who could forget Ennis and Jack passionately kissing outside years later in "Brokeback Mountain" while Ennis held onto that blood-stained shirt? Was there truly no love between them? All I remember is tears streaming down my face during those moments.
I believe moving forward—I won’t cast strange glances towards those who identify as LGBTQ+ simply because they too experience love just like anyone else does. While I may not wish to explore such avenues myself—I can certainly extend tolerance towards them.
Next chapter preview: The pond—so deep yet so clear!
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