My female classmate used to be a petty bourgeois woman who loved life, and her circle of friends was always full of food, beautiful scenery and happy times with friends. She loves sports and often explores the beauty of the outdoors with us, whether it is the tranquility of the west neighborhood or the prosperity of Chunxi Road, all of which have left our footprints.
However, when she chose to marry a Japanese man in China, her life changed dramatically. Her employer, an influential Y enterprise, actually asked her to resign because of her marriage. I am indignant about this, marriage is everyone's freedom, and the Constitution does not limit which country we marry to. What's more, it's not impossible to marry American**, but is such a marriage choice really suitable?
At that time, I was too impulsive and often made radical remarks. However, over time, I have come to realize that marriage choices do require careful consideration. Especially when it comes to the cultural backgrounds of different countries, it needs to be thoughtful.
In the end, she chose to resign after a year of stalemate with the unit. In the past year, she may have met her Japanese husband's information needs. After quitting her job, she began to travel frequently to Japan, where she pursued university courses. Although the name of the school sounds very good, from then on, I can only learn about her through the circle of friends.
What surprised me was how drastically her circle of friends style had changed. The picture of the afternoon tea of the once petty bourgeois girl has disappeared, and has been replaced by the painting style of the military base camp. She frequently shares information about the military** of the United States, Japan, and China, especially on aircraft. From F18 to F35 to J-20, many models are unfamiliar to even me, a boy.
What shocked me even more was that these ** were not randomly collected on the Internet, but taken by her own **. She now participates in air shows all over our country every year, and as long as there are air shows, you can see her figure. The photographic equipment she uses is worth six figures, and a single lens is worth 10-200,000 yuan.
I am deeply curious, why did a girl next door who once walked the streets, cycled bicycles, and climbed mountains with me, and the topic was always inseparable from the entertainment industry and light luxury, became a military madman after marrying a wife?
You might say I didn't know much about her, but the truth is, we had an in-depth conversation, and I even learned a lot about her before her husband.
After the epidemic ended this year, she returned to China, and I took the initiative to ask her to meet. Now that I have some knowledge of the affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I wonder why she has changed.
As we sat in the heat of Malatang and strings of incense, she gave me a logical and self-consistent explanation.
She told me that since her grandfather was in the Air Force, their family has always had a deep Air Force complex. Therefore, as if she had suddenly awakened, she fell madly in love with military photography. She purchased professional equipment, learned relevant knowledge, and began her journey of aerial photography at home and abroad while studying at a Japanese university.
To be honest, I really envy this lifestyle where you can invest a lot of money without having to work, and at the same time pursue your personal interests.
However, I don't envy her. If what she said is true, then I feel sorry for her grandfather, because she betrayed the family and betrayed the cause that her grandfather fought for. If she is false, it is even more sad because she betrayed her country.
I have heard other friends mention that the Japanese will get lost near the secret unit during the disaster relief, and they can also walk around the military unit when they are traveling in the mountains and rivers. These things make me think that this Chinese lady who has joined the Japanese nationality, holding a lens worth hundreds of thousands, brushing her Chinese ID card, speaking with a local Sichuan accent, and sending a circle of friends of military enthusiasts, is not it like entering a no-man's land in our Chinese land, especially in the mountains of Sichuan?
However, there is also the possibility that she accepted the task of some kind of organization. This thought made me shudder even more.