Chu Yue asked in confusion, "Since it's Xu Feng's apology, why are you writing it?"
Speaking of this, a look of embarrassment flashed across Lu Zhanlin's face.
According to Lu Zhanlin's upright and honest personality, he shouldn't have done something like "ghostwriting".
However, since Commander He's order came down, Xu Feng begged for it for the entire afternoon, telling him everything that had happened since they met, especially the past when they had been lying in the same trench on the front line, sharing life and death together, charging and killing the enemy, in order to arouse a little sympathy from Lu Zhanlin.
Xu Feng did so much just because the self-criticism letter had to be 3,000 words...
If it was just three words, Xu Feng would definitely write "I was wrong." and then sign his name, without caring about anything else, and just hand it in to complete the task.
But it was a total of 3,000 words, and Commander He was quite familiar with Xu Feng's routine, so he ordered in advance that "I was wrong" could not be written a thousand times, and the content of the self-criticism had to be profound, serious, and insightful.
Because it will be published in the military district’s internal newspaper later, so that other officers and soldiers can learn from it.
As a result, Xu Feng was under tremendous pressure.
Asking him to write a thousand words of profound insights is harder than climbing to the sky. It would be easier to just shoot him.
Lu Zhanlin did not agree at first. After Xu Feng tried various methods without success, he finally gave up and gave up.
He said dejectedly, "If I don't want to be promoted, then I won't be promoted. At most, I will be a company commander for the rest of my life. We are all soldiers anyway, so there is no difference."
Xu Feng indeed did not have a strong sense of professionalism. Serving in the army to defend his country was enough to make him feel honored. Otherwise, although he and Lu Zhanlin were the same age, their military ranks differed so much.
When Lu Zhanlin heard his discouraging words, his eyes moved and he finally agreed.
"I'll write a rough outline tonight, and you can copy it tomorrow and add some of your personal thoughts."
When Xu Feng heard this, he suddenly jumped up from the spot and shouted excitedly, "Old Lu! Captain Lu! You are indeed a good captain to me! Don't worry, if I can't write it, can't I copy it? The arduous task of writing a 3,000-word self-criticism is up to you!"
"Old Lu, I will never forget this kindness. Whenever you need him, just give him to me. I will take care of him for a few days and treat him like my own son. Then you and my sister-in-law can live alone. How about it, buddy, am I reliable?"
Lu Zhanlin thought about it...this deal seemed not bad.
The two men reached a cooperation in this way.
Of course Lu Zhanlin couldn't tell Chu Yue directly, so he could only simply say, "Xu Feng didn't even graduate from elementary school, he can't write 3,000 words."
Chu Yue nodded without arousing her suspicion.
Because Xu Feng's rough appearance shows that he has never been to school. Even if he has studied in school for a few years, his emotional intelligence would definitely not be so low.
Chu Yue continued to look at the apology letter "written" by Lu Zhanlin. It was quite surprising that Lu Zhanlin's handwriting was actually quite good.
The font is vigorous and powerful, which is very consistent with the feeling that Lu Zhanlin gives people.
Chu Yue remembered that Lu Zhanlin was just like Xu Feng, a soldier from the countryside, and his family was poor, so he was thrown into the army at a young age. Logically speaking, he should not have attended school for many days.
"Have you practiced your handwriting?"
"Well, after I joined the army, there were courses I could take. I signed up and learned it at that time." Lu Zhanlin said as he lowered his head and continued to write a letter of apology that was not his.
Lu Zhanlin not only supplemented his cultural knowledge in the army, but also attended night school for a period of time. According to his hard work at the time, it was not a problem for him to get a graduation certificate, and he could barely be considered a college student.
However, he was often on missions in the army and was unable to make it in time for the exam.
Anyway, the cultural knowledge has been learned, so a diploma is not that important.
But now...
Lu Zhanlin felt a little regretful. If he had a diploma, he could tell Chu Yue proudly that he was a college student.
After all, his wife is so capable, she got the first place in the college entrance examination. She should have gone to the best university with honors, instead of coming to a remote area to follow him in the army.
The fact that Chu Yue scored first in the college entrance examination was discovered secretly by Lu Zhanlin through his connections.
Chu Yue never mentioned it, and Lu Zhanlin was afraid that Chu Yue would be sad after hearing it, so he didn't mention it either.
In his heart, Lu Zhanlin felt sorry for Chu Yue, but also felt fortunate.
Fortunately, he worked hard enough in the army and is now a good husband worthy of his wife.
Chu Yue praised, "Your handwriting is very beautiful."
Lu Zhanlin lowered his head, a smile becoming more and more obvious on his lips, and the pen in his hand continued to write.
Chu Yue looked at the several pieces of paper in Lu Zhanlin's hand, which had about two thousand words in total. There was still one thousand words left for the three thousand word self-criticism. Lu Zhanlin would probably need to write for about half an hour.
One thousand words...
Chu Yue suddenly smiled, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes.
Lu Zhanlin said with concern, "Wife, go to sleep first, I still need to be busy for a while..."
As he spoke, Chu Yue took the pen from Lu Zhanlin's hand.
The pen was placed on the desk, rolling a few times, and then stopped when it hit the pen cap next to it. The subtle sound did not attract anyone's attention.
The papers that were originally placed neatly on the table were suddenly squeezed and wrinkled by a force. Even though it was related to Xu Feng's promotion, no one cared.
Because when Chu Yue took the pen from Lu Zhanlin's hand, she lowered her head and kissed the man's thin lips.
The night is ambiguous and long.
How can I waste my time on something as boring as writing a self-review?
The moment Lu Zhanlin was kissed, he had already forgotten about his friendship for the beauty and there was no such thing as brotherhood.
His breath was filled with the sweet scent of Chu Yue. He eagerly wrapped his arms around Chu Yue's waist and held her on his legs.
The two figures overlapped, squeezed in the small space, and as they pressed close to each other, they crumpled the papers on the desk.
The large hand that had previously held the pen had now impatiently reached inside Chu Yue's clothes, caressing her delicate body.
"ah--"
Chu Yue called out softly.
She picked him up, spread her legs and sat on Lu Zhanlin.
Nothing serious at all.
As for the missing 1,000 words in the self-review...
Chu Yue did it on purpose.
Regardless of Xu Feng's disdain for the social gathering and his rudeness towards the girls in the art troupe, shouldn't this rough guy be punished?
He was only asked to write 1,000 words out of the 3,000-word self-criticism, which was already a bargain for him.
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A-choo.
Captain Xu, who was still on patrol late at night, sneezed. Was it windy? Why did he suddenly feel a little cold?
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