Chapter 015: A pursuer? A lover?
Zhou Nanxu naturally felt that Rong Mei was falling behind.
Following Rong Mei's line of sight.
Then.
Someone's face turned visibly cold in an instant.
With a gloomy face, he said in a sonorous and cold voice towards the training direction, "Platoon leader, step out!"
The platoon leaders who were training turned around when they heard the voice, and were so frightened when they saw from afar that it was Zhou Nanxu's face of a living devil.
With his legs tightly closed, he saluted Zhou Nanxu and said in a loud voice, "First Platoon Leader Liao Zhiyong is here! Deputy Regiment Commander Zhou, please give us your instructions."
Zhou Nanxu made a serious rebuke, "Manage your soldiers. Soldiers should behave like soldiers. Pay attention to military discipline. It's not right for you to be shirtless. Put on your clothes!"
Liao Zhiyong received the order, "Received!"
He turned around and said to the soldiers who were still hanging on the horizontal bar, "Did you hear me? Come down and put on your clothes!"
"Yes!" The soldiers answered in unison and all got off the bar and put on their clothes.
After Zhou Nanxu and Rong Mei walked away, Liao Zhiyong still touched his head in confusion.
I thought, haven't we always trained like this in the past? As long as the weather is hot, everyone will train shirtless? This is not the first time, why is it suddenly not possible today?
I have to say that having a car is fast.
It took me nearly an hour to walk here, and that was after I took a bus for half the journey. If I had to walk the entire way to the city, my legs would have been broken.
"This place is too remote. There's not even a commuter bus." Thinking of her hard work yesterday, Rong Mei couldn't help but sigh.
Zhou Nanxu's face had long lost its anger. While driving, he patiently explained, "Yes, there is one round trip every day. Next time you want to go to the city, you can take the commuter bus in the camp."
In addition to housing, the army is also equipped with other basic living facilities, including health clinics, kindergartens, canteens, and canteens.
Therefore, soldiers generally do not go to the city. The reason why two buses are arranged every day is mainly to pick up and drop off military dependents who go to school or work in the city.
Rong Mei: “…” This damn era of underdeveloped communications.
Forty minutes later.
The car stopped in front of the post office in the city.
Zhou Nanxu turned off the engine, took out the car key, and said to Rong Mei with a smile, "We're here, get out of the car."
"Oh, okay." Hearing this, Rong Mei quickly opened the car door and got out.
The two walked into the post office side by side.
Even though he was wearing high heels, Zhou Nanxu's height was so incredible that Rong Mei could only barely reach above the man's shoulders.
The combination of handsome men and beautiful women became a beautiful scenery as soon as they entered the door, and their charming and exotic looks made them even more eye-catching.
Neither of them paid attention to the frequent glances directed at them. One was used to being calm, while the other was used to being pretentious.
The post office in the city is not as crowded as the post offices in Harbin and counties.
There are a lot of people coming here to handle business, and they need to queue up.
Thinking that she had to write a letter to Liu Rong in addition to the telegram, Rong Mei simply asked Zhou Nanxu to queue up to send the telegram.
She took the car keys and returned to the parking lot, and found Zhou Nanxu's notebook and pen in the car.
The notebook also contains the notes Zhou Nanxu took during the meeting.
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, the writing is steady and neat, very nice to look at, and it seems that the words reflect the writer's personality.
Rong Mei just glanced at it briefly, closed it and took it into the post office.
I found a quiet corner and started writing.
This was the first time Rong Mei communicated with someone using such an "ancient" method of communication.
We had only been together for a month or so, and I originally thought that Liu Rong and I had nothing to talk about, but I didn't expect that in the end I would write her an article and a half.
At the same time, I am also glad that I have practiced beautiful cursive writing since I was a child, otherwise I would be embarrassed to write this letter.
Most of them were daily words of instruction and remark, with emphasis on Luo Xiuxiu.
Having been accustomed to reading all kinds of cold contracts and treaties in the past, this was the first time that Rong Mei felt that words had warmth.
Just as I folded the letter paper, Zhou Nanxu came over with the envelope and stamps he had already bought.
He asked gently, "Have you finished writing?"
"Not yet." Rong Mei shook her head decisively.
He reached out and took the envelope from Zhou Nanxu's hand, stuffed the letter paper into it, and then filled in the address and zip code.
She handed it back to the man, winked at him, and smiled cunningly, "I have to send a separate letter to Luo Xiuxiu, go buy another stamp."
"Okay." Zhou Nanxu didn't ask any more questions.
Even though he knew that Luo Xiuxiu's literacy was limited and he couldn't figure out when their relationship had become good enough for them to communicate, but since Rong Mei had asked, he just had to do it.
Wait for Zhou Nanxu to leave.
Rong Mei naturally started to write strokes.
Yes.
Rong Mei knew that Luo Xiuxiu could not recognize many words.
But it doesn’t matter, she can draw.
Soon, a "letter" consisting of two little people was completed.
Simple and crude - one pressed the other to the ground and rubbed them.
Rong Mei has blind confidence in her painting ability and feels that Luo Xiuxiu will definitely understand what she means.
But she had finished painting, and there was still no sign of Zhou Nanxu coming over.
What's going on?
Rong Mei had no choice but to pick up her notebook and pen and walk out of the corner to look for someone in the hall.
Although there were many people, the post office was only that big. In addition, Zhou Nanxu's height stood out from the crowd, so she quickly caught sight of the man's figure.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
oh?
Something is happening.
It turns out that he was tripped by beauty, no wonder.
Rong Mei did not rush over to call for help, but stood there with her arms folded across her chest, watching the show.
Zhou Nanxu had his back to her, which gave Rong Mei a good view of the woman standing opposite him.
She was wearing the same army green uniform and had two thick big braids. She was considered tall, but still a little shorter than her. She was estimated to be around 1.64 or 1.5 meters tall.
She has fair skin and a flexible figure. You can tell at first glance that she has good dancing skills and is very elegant.
Rong Mei also came to a conclusion—a girl from the art troupe.
The girl looked shy and didn't dare to look at the man.
Pursuer?
Old lover?
Because her arrival broke up the two people who had been in love for a long time?
Rong Mei's eyes became more inquiring and intriguing.
Judging from Zhou Nanxu's performance last night and his inexplicable outburst in the morning.
Zhou Nanxu was interested in her, at least in her appearance.
She is not stupid. Although she did not get married in her previous life, she had many preys and can be considered a veteran in the love field.
Although I couldn't see the man's expression at the moment, just looking at the woman's face I could tell that she was seeing her beloved lover, but was too shy to express himself.
She leaves?
Zhou Nanxu had no expression on his face at first, but when he saw Guan Chanjuan's shy and reserved look, he completely lost his patience. He frowned and said coldly, "Comrade Guan, if you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first. My fiancée is still waiting for me."
He didn't think so before, but now he feels that even lesbians should be as outspoken as Rong Mei and be more decisive in their words and actions.
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