The moon is like a hook.
Huo Donglin sat up suddenly, his jaw clenched, his chest heaving violently.
He wiped his face in the dark, his palms wet and he could tell whether it was sweat or blood.
There was a buzzing in my right ear, and I seemed to still hear the gurgling sound of 께뀖子 before he died, which sounded very much like the sticky sound of bamboo tube rice popping on charcoal fire.
My head ached dully, and sounds from nowhere kept pouring in, like a dense mass of knives stabbing down.
He simply changed into his training clothes and left the dormitory.
The sandbags in the horizontal bar area flickered in the night wind, and the smell of rotten leaves from the rain forest in southern Yunnan suddenly rushed into my nose.
boom--
Huo Donglin punched him fiercely.
It is the dull sound of fists hitting sandbags, and the roar of bullets in memories.
Another punch.
What seeped out of the seams of the sandbags was cotton wool, which was clearly the pink and white color of Lao Geng's intestines sliding out of his abdominal cavity.
Another punch came, and it was a letter from home that was stuffed in before 꺶刀 was blown away.
Punch after punch...
It was not until the sound of the guard post's changing of shifts pierced the night sky that Huo Donglin rested his forehead on the horizontal bar and gasped as if exhausted.
The smell of rust mixed with the smell of blood spread on the tip of his tongue. The next second, he bent down deeply, supported his knees with his hands, and suddenly began to retch violently.
It was as if this could bring out the traces of shrapnel embedded in the bone marrow, along with the repeated echoes of "Captain, go away" in the memory.
Two or three drops of crystal tears fell into the soil.
Soon, the moment of weakness ended before dawn.
This man with an extremely firm mind stood up again and walked away. There was no emotion on his face, only his aura became colder and harder.
The plum tree in full bloom on the training ground.
The blood-red petals fell in the morning breeze, just like the red soil that is always washed clean by the rainy season in southern Yunnan.
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Report to the Propaganda Department in the morning.
Actually, this is Jiang Ningning's first official job.
As usual, she prepared two cups of milk powder, cut some fruit, and put out a plate of pastries. When everything was ready, Jiang Ningning bent over and said, "Mom will be back at noon. Unless it's someone you know, you are not allowed to open the gate to the yard. Do you understand?"
The two boys nodded obediently.
"Mom knows."
"Also, you can run around, you can play with fire, you can use the kettle to pour water, and if there is an emergency, go to the security guard and call mom... We all remember it in our hearts."
The two guys were only four years old. Although they could take care of themselves compared to their peers, Jiang Ningning still felt guilty.
If it were a normal and friendly family, there would be elders to help take care of the children at this stage, but Jiang's father and mother had already died, and as for the husband's family...
Letting Tian Cuifen take care of the child is like a mouse falling into a rice jar, with nothing to do?
Jiang Ningning was a little worried.
Seeing that she hadn't come in yet, Manman suddenly had an idea and blurted out, "Mom, do you want to go to work?"
The way my mother dithered was very much like those children in the yard of a textile factory who wanted to go to school.
Jiang Ningning was startled. She was actually seen by her son?
How can that be?
The character is determined to collapse.
A bitter and sad smile immediately appeared on her face: "Mom just can't bear to leave you."
This stirred up a hornet's nest. The two little kids were unwilling to leave their mother's wife in the first place, so their mouths immediately pouted and they both came over to hug her legs.
"Mom, don't go. My brother and I will pick up toothpaste tubes to support you." Xia Xia has observed carefully recently and found that no one in the family quarters is actively picking up scraps, so the competitiveness is low.
Jiang Ningning was crying and laughing, and it took her a long time to coax the little dumplings into silence. It was much later that I walked to the Propaganda Department.
The Propaganda Department is located in the building of the Institute, in the center of the base.
She wore a light yellow skirt today and tied her hair into a high ponytail. Even so, she still shone brightly among the crowd and attracted many people's attention along the way.
When she arrived at the institute, security guard Li Xiaojing was waiting for her in the lobby.
"Secretary Jiang, the chief asked me to take you to his office."
Jiang Ningning responded with a sincere smile: "Thank you for your help."
This smile was as bright as spring flowers, and Li's face instantly turned red.
The office area is on the second floor.
Mr. Xue was old and felt tired to begin with. When he thought about Jiang Ningning coming to work today, he arrived at the office at dawn.
During this typhoon rescue operation, Jiang Ningning made him proud. She completed the publicity task with great effort, and leaders from the province and the county called her one after another to praise her.
Those who used to laugh at and accuse others of being old and blind and not distinguishing between public and private interests behind their backs now run away when they see him, and they are very proud of themselves.
However, Mr. Xue was still very worried about Jiang Ningning's health. She was originally a weak female comrade, and she must have lost weight even more this time.
"Chief, Secretary Jiang is here." Li knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Old Xue cleared his throat and looked over with concern, his eyes passing over Xiao Li and falling on Jiang Ningning who was following behind.
"Child, you are thin again..."
The sound suddenly got stuck.
Although she was thin and still frail, she was definitely far from being as weak and emaciated as one might imagine.
The face opposite could even be described as rosy!
How come I'm healthier than when I was at the base?
Mr. Xue hesitated and finally decided to take off his glasses, "Li, it seems like it's time to change these reading glasses." How come there is a built-in beauty effect?
"Commander, I'm here to report." Jiang Ningning's voice was soft but powerful.
A person's health can be detected just from the sound of his voice.
Fighting floods is tiring, but Lin Xiaoyan feeds them all kinds of canned meat and delicacies almost every day. During the few days of rest, he took the kids to a state-owned restaurant to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks. His life was as beautiful as the New Year.
The stomach is lacking in oil and water, and the complexion will be fine just by looking at it.
Elder Xue put on his glasses again and was silent for a long time before praising him fiercely. Finally, he said, "...You did a great job this time. You have made a name for the Propaganda Department at the base. Prepare your speech and attend the commendation meetings twice."
Jiang Ningning was tired of hearing these compliments during this period of time, and acted very calmly, "Okay, then what is my next job?"
The job of a secretary is to organize information and run errands.
She had no long-term ambitions, and was determined to work hard as a clerk for the rest of her life. She had even thought about how to slack off at work.
but.
Why did Mr. Xue look at her with such excitement and admiration?
Jiang Ningning's heart was startled.
"Arrogant and impetuous, full of self-importance, Li, look at Ningning, this is called the demeanor of a general!"
Xue Lao was as excited as if he had discovered a pearl covered in dust. "Originally, I was planning to let you do more basic work and train for a while, but now it seems unnecessary."
“It’s a must! It’s absolutely a must!!”
Jiang Ningning raised her voice: "I haven't been in the limelight in this rescue, so the opportunity will be left to other people. Besides, I have enough experience in publicity affairs and I know the relevant procedures well, so basic work is quite suitable for me."
The more he said this, the more Mr. Xue appreciated it.
"The biggest problem with you, kid, is that you're too modest!"
Jiang Ningning: “…”
She is numb!
As expected, the ones who have a filter for her are Sooyoung and Mr. Xue.
The former treated her like his niece, and the latter...had a deep love for talent and kept paving the way for her.
Jiang Ningning's chest swelled. How could she have deserved this!
"You will be in charge of organizing this commendation meeting. People from the capital will come at that time. This is the first time that the Propaganda Department has undertaken such a large-scale reporting project." Mr. Xue raised his head proudly.
"Just tell me what support you need, even if it's fireworks from a Type 76 twin-barrel 130mm naval gun, I can get it."
...It's a must!
Facing those trusting eyes and that heavy heart, Jiang Ningning refused no matter what.
After arranging the tasks, Mr. Xue asked Li to take her to various departments to greet them and make them familiar with them, which meant to support her.
They just walked down the stairs.
At the main entrance, Han Qingqing walked in holding the old man's arm.
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