Special Years

The students left. That night, Zhuang Yan felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something.

A few days later, the clerk Liao Huang came back from the brigade headquarters, holding a large box of things in a cardboard box, and shouting as he walked, "The squad leader of the third squadron has come out to get the letter!"

Then he threw the cardboard box on the ground, panting on his hips, and said with a displeased expression: "Bring the girls with you, I haven't caught anything, and I have to carry the letter for you."

In that cardboard box, ninety-nine percent were letters from students.

"Xu Ning..."

"Deng Zhenliang..."

"solemn…"

"Liu Deyang..."

Liao Huang moved a bench, sat beside the cardboard box, took a letter and read a name.

Several coaches and squad leaders gathered around, receiving letters one after another as if they were receiving salary from Liao Huang.

In the end, everyone held a stack of letters in their arms, only Wang Dazui could take it with one hand.

"No?" he asked Liao Huang.

Liao Huang shook his head: "No more."

"Could it be that I haven't finished it yet, and some are still in the brigade?" Wang Dazui reached out and turned over the cardboard box reluctantly. It was empty and there was really nothing.

"These unscrupulous guys." Wang Dazui wanted to cry without tears.

Veteran Liu Deyang said: "It seems that our team leader has considered it well and sent our safest mouth to take girls."

Wang Dazui said, "Old Liu, what do you mean! What does it mean to look safe? What do those little girls know about the movie, a group of members of the Appearance Association!"

The matter of receiving the letter made Wang Dazui suffer a blow.

In the days when the recruits have not yet reported, receiving letters every day has become one of the most talked about activities for the coaches and squad leaders of the teaching brigade.

Solemn letters are really many.

All the boys in the class sent him letters, and You Dahai sent one every three or five.

Not only that, but many girls in the next class who Zhuang Yan didn't even know also sent letters to Zhuang Yan. He didn't even know how these girls got their names, and how they could write exactly what squadron and district team.

This made Zhuang Yan feel quite vain for a period of time.

Kindness is difficult to accept. Since people send letters, they have to return them. That is a kind of courtesy.

It's just the frequency of dozens of letters every day, Zhuang Yan feels that the allowance is not enough to buy stamps.

Fortunately, the conscript letter is free, write the seal and take it to the brigade headquarters, place a triangle stamp on the correspondent, and send it directly without stamping.

In those days, whenever Zhuang Yan was free, he would lie beside the bed and reply to the students.

That seriousness is almost catching up with the reviewers of the college entrance examination.

At first, Zhuang Yan was quite interested in replying to the letter.

Write what?

Of course not messing around.

Writing and writing is some words that encourage hard study and improvement every day. Anyway, they are ambiguous and ambiguous. When you write your words in a high-level manner, the purer the better.

The letters from the boys are better. Some of the letters sent by the girls directly express themselves in the letter, saying that they like you and so on.

Every time Zhuang Yan looked at it, his heart was pounding a few times, and his face was slightly hot.

But I can always restrain my emotions. After all, the army has the discipline of the army, and even the young women stationed there do not need to fall in love, let alone the students who have come here for military training.

Therefore, the letter is written more and more serious, and at the end, don't forget to write a sentence "I wish you academic progress!"

Every day when he received the letter, Zhuang Yan had a sullen smile on his face, which formed a sharp contrast with Wang Datong, who was about to jump off a building in despair.

However, some veterans soon poured cold water on the solemn.

Veteran Liu Deyang told Zhuang Yan that the first three months after military training was the best time for students and instructors to have the best relationship, and their correspondence was almost one letter a week, or even two letters.

With dozens of people in a class, everyone sent it like this, and every time they received a thick stack of letters.

It's not that the monitor has other ideas, just like the airline or the local police, bank and other departments, there will always be a girl who sees the right eye and becomes the most enthusiastic pen pal.

However, the veteran told solemnly that it was all just an illusion.

If you are a soldier, you have to remember that you are just a soldier, put yourself in the right position, and don’t think that when you are called an instructor during military training, you will feel that you are a character.

He said, "Don't take yourself too seriously! It's better than taking yourself as a character too much! It's not a big deal, it's really not a big deal, you'll understand slowly."

Regarding the advice of veteran Liu Deyang, although Zhuang Yan admitted that what he said was the truth, he was reluctant to accept it in his heart.

But what is imminent is not what veteran Liu Deyang has to say, but the increasing number of letters that have filled the locker.

According to regulations, the lockers must be neatly placed. Except for Mao Xuan, Deng Xuan and several soldiers' books published by the People's Liberation Army Press, too many personal items are not allowed. Besides, the lockers are small. Ten letters, it will soon be unbearable.

Unable to hold on, and there was nowhere to put it, Zhuang Yan had to ask Liu Deyang how these letter veterans were dealt with.

Liu Deyang squatted beside his locker, and while pulling the letter out, he said, "You came just in time. I was planning to deal with the letter. Would you like to come with me?"

Zhuang Yan was a little stunned. Listening to this tone, is there still a place for these letters to be specially placed?

Liu Deyang walked out with a large pile of letters, Zhuang Yan hurriedly returned to the row room to get his own letter, and followed.

I met Wang Dazui halfway through. I heard that the two were going to deal with the students' letters. Wang Dazui was also very interested. He took out his few dozen or so letters and followed them behind.

Liu Deyang left the row house and turned to a secluded place on the right side of the barracks.

There has never been anyone there, a few trees, and a field of grass.

"Old Liu, what are we doing here?" Zhuang Yan felt that the place was different from what he imagined, and UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com hurriedly asked, "Where is the place to put letters here?"

Liu Deyang walked towards the depths of the grass, where he scratched a few times and retrieved a rusted pot.

Back in front of Zhuang Yan and Wang Dazui, they pulled out the pot and said, "Didn't you ask me how the veterans dealt with letters from students in the past?"

"Yes..." Zhuang Yan and Wang Dazui looked at each other and felt that their answer seemed to lack the courage before.

Liu Deyang pouted at the broken pot on the ground: "Burn it! Burn it all! This pot is the one that the squad leaders of the teaching team burned credit for over the years. I don't know how many years it has been left. Every squadron has one."

After that, he sat on the ground, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, picked out a delicate and beautiful envelope from his letter, took out the letter inside, opened it, glanced through it quickly, and sighed.

Then tap the lighter and light the pink letterhead.

The fire jumped up along the corner of the letter, and quickly engulfed the letter...

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