The reception room is the small room behind the guard soldier. There is a telephone. If any family members come over, they can contact here and the person they belong to will come to pick them up.
When the sentry went back, he saw Wen Xin standing in the reception room. She was very pretty. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, not daring to look at her, because this was the captain's wife.
She is so pretty and has a sweet smile.
"The leader is organizing a training session. I'll ask you to wait here for a while."
"Oh." Wen Xin looked a little disappointed. "He is so busy. Did I disturb him?"
The soldier was about 1.80 meters tall and had a tanned face. Seeing Wen Xin standing there alone with no one to pick her up and a look of loss on her face, he was a little at a loss and didn't know how to comfort her.
"No, no, the captain will come to pick you up after training. He will be here soon."
The sentry looked tall, dark and strong, but he spoke so softly. Wen Xin couldn't help but tease him, "How old are you this year?"
"I, I'm nineteen years old." Looking at Wen Xin's big watery eyes looking at him, the sentry stuttered a little.
"The same age as me. I'm also nineteen years old this year." Wen Xin smiled sweetly at him and said shamelessly.
"So you're so small."
“Do I look big?”
"Oh, no, no, not big. I'm going to stand guard." The sentry quickly returned to his position and stood straight. The captain's partner was really scary. He was not afraid of bullets and rain, but he was afraid of women like this. Only she could be the partner of the devil captain. Just her smile made his scalp tingle. But, she was really beautiful.
There was no way Wen Xin would let her go. She didn't want to stay in the reception room alone and feel bored, so she walked to the sentry stand and talked to him to pass the time.
"You've been on guard for so long. Is there any woman looking for your leader?" Wen Xin tested him softly.
"The sentries rotate posts. Each shift only lasts two hours." The dark-faced little sentry kept his head up, chest out, and stomach in while speaking. Looking at him, I smiled warmly and thought he was quite cute.
"During the time you were standing here, have any women approached your leader?"
The black-faced little sentry choked. Did he mean yes or no?
"Speak?"
"No!" He replied firmly: "No woman has ever approached our leader. Our leader is a clean man."
Wen Xin burst out laughing.
“You’re so cute.”
…
There was still a lot of dust over the military camp. Chief Yama stared at it for a long time. During a break, he glanced at the door and saw a bright red color in the distance. It was not in the reception room, but standing at the sentry post, basking in the bright sun.
His gaze returned to these weaklings. They were already exhausted. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, and they would still drip with sweat when they took them off. However, with the captain's devilish training, they would not stop until they had squeezed every last bit of their strength out. They thought they would have to hold out until lunch, but it didn't take long before this intensive training ended.
Wen Xin was so bored that she almost dug up every detail of Xiao Bing's family.
Yan Motou and Political Commissar Ye came over, and the Political Commissar greeted Wen Xin from a distance: "Comrade Wen, come here. Let Ze Yang take you to the cafeteria for lunch."
Seeing Political Commissar Ye again, Wen Xin felt a little embarrassed. "Okay, I haven't eaten in the military cafeteria yet, so I don't know what the food tastes like."
"Come and have a good taste this time, I guarantee you'll never forget it." Political Commissar Ye laughed and said jokingly to Yan Zeyang next to him: "Ask Mr. Yang in the cafeteria to prepare a special meal for your girlfriend. Don't scare her, what if she doesn't come over in the future?" After saying that, he smiled and left.
Of course, this is just a joke. For a field regiment, the physical energy consumed during training is huge, and the food must keep up. Yama can increase the training, but he is also very serious about the food in the cafeteria every day. You will know when you go in and eat. It is surprisingly good. The soldiers are happiest when they are eating. They all say that the food is much better than that of their original troops.
When the soldiers on guard saw the regiment commander coming, they stood straight, looked straight ahead, and saluted him.
Yan Mo nodded, then looked at Wen Xin, with no expression on his face and no smile.
"Let's go." Then he turned and left.
Although he usually had a stern expression, Wen Xin could still tell whether he was angry or happy. She had also seen him look at her with a stern face but with little stars in his eyes.
But now, Wen Xin felt that he didn't seem happy to see her. Could it be that he didn't want her to come?
Wen Xin ran to his side, her red skirt fluttering and the veil swaying. She looked up at him and said, "Zeyang, you are not happy..." After saying that, she wanted him to hold her hand and touch him.
He looked at the preface and said, "Pay attention to the impact."
At this time, soldiers in groups of three or four stopped to salute him, and Yama also stopped to return the salute.
Wen Xin felt a little overwhelmed.
The facilities of the new troops and the new camp were not yet fully built and were somewhat crude. The first two rows of barracks had been built, as well as a garage. A three-story building had been built in the family area. Chief Yama took her not to the family building, but to another building, which was a single dormitory for soldiers at the battalion and regiment level and above.
Yama walked into a room on the right side of the first floor without saying a word and opened the door.
Wen Xin followed behind and walked in a bit depressed. The room was very simple, with just a bed and a table. There were books on the table. It was very clean and the housekeeping was so perfect that the corners of the quilt seemed to be straight as if they were hung with strings. The same was true for the books on the table, with corners neatly aligned.
Then she stood there and looked back at Yan Zeyang. Outside, he was the head of the group, and she could understand that he asked her not to do this or that and to be careful about the impact. But after she came in, he walked straight to the table and poured a glass of water.
After pouring, he just stood there with the cup in his hand, neither giving it to her nor saying a word.
A warm feeling of grievance suddenly surged up in her heart, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes: "Don't you like me coming here?" She waited at the station for so long this morning just to come and see him, but she didn't expect him to have such an attitude.
She felt extremely aggrieved. Could it be that she had misunderstood the feelings or expressed the wrong intentions? Then she would just leave. She turned around uncomfortably and walked to the door to open it.
As a result, as soon as she grasped the door handle, she felt someone grab her arm heavily, and the sudden force made her crash into a hard and familiar embrace.
"Where are you going?" The voice above my head was stiff.
Wen Xin said angrily, "Go back."
"This place is sixty miles away from Shanghai. How are you going to get back without a car?"
"I have legs, I can walk back!" Wen Xin said this stubbornly, but when he pulled her into his arms, she still cried helplessly. She dived into his arms, buried her face in his arms, rubbed his military coat, hugged his waist tightly with both hands, and asked him in a low and aggrieved voice, crying: "Why are you so mean to me? I've been waiting for the bus for so long. I just missed you..."
Wen Xin was hugged all of a sudden.
Ah, this was the long-lost warm embrace that belonged to her. At that moment, the two of them stood in the middle of the room, their hearts close together, their hearts beating passionately together.
Wen Xin was alone in this world, feeling very lonely inside, so she liked his embrace and longed for the warmth, but before she could feel the warmth for a while, she was pulled away.
Emptiness immediately surrounded her, she pouted uncontrollably, and tears suddenly flowed down.
At this time, Yama was no longer as cold-hearted as he was outside. He stared at her and asked her with difficulty: "Why are you crying? Without me, weren't you getting along well with other male classmates in school? Where did you put me at that time?" He let go of her, turned and walked to the table, opened the drawer, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then walked to the window in silence, lit it with his back to her.
Warm tears were rolling down silently, and they were stunned after hearing this, huh? How does he know that she is very good friends with her male classmates?
She wiped her eyes and walked behind him, feeling a little bitter in her heart, but she asked with a little joy: "Are you jealous? I'm not. My male classmates and I are just academic exchanges, there is no emotion. I only like you and love only you. I miss you every day and night..."
Yama Head: “…”
"Since it's just an academic exchange, why are you wearing the scarf he gave you?" Yan Zeyang turned his head, pursed his thin lips, with sharp eyes, and a cold tone, staring sternly at the red scarf on her wrist and asked.
Wen Xin: “Cough, cough, cough…” Her little face wrinkled as she was choked.
He stared at her with cold eyes, and after a long while he put out the cigarette he had just lit and placed it in the ashtray.
His expression was stiff and cold, his eyes heavy.
But no matter how cold and gloomy he was, he couldn't hide the tenderness and tenderness he had for her. He scolded the girl standing in front of him, "Don't you know what it means for a woman to accept a gift from a man? How dare you wear it on your body?"
"Take that thing off your wrist!"
He looked at the glaring red on Wen Xin's wrist. As proud as he was, he didn't say the next sentence. In this life, you can only use my flowers and my things. Don't even think about using other men's things.
…
The cafeteria was open for lunch. Political Commissar Ye came over and wanted to call Yan Zeyang, but before he went in, he glanced at the open window.
What did he see? It's really an eye-opener.
Seeing the devil in the army holding the delicate girl in a red dress who was sobbing and sitting on the table where he was studying, and the eight-foot-tall man squatting on the ground with a stern face, holding her feet in his hands, and putting shoes on his girl?
There is a red scarf hanging on the tree outside the window.
And why did this shoe fall off?
Political Commissar Ye coughed several times, turned around and left, and asked the people around him to walk around so as not to disturb the time the captain and his partner were spending together.
He is doing this for Ze Yang's own good. If his soldiers see him like this, how can he maintain his authority?
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