While chatting with Song Xiu in the space, Lin Wanjun suddenly heard a knock on the door.
She hurriedly brought Song Zhanjin out and opened the door. It was Yang Hongxun.
Yang Hongxun was holding a small bundle in his hand, which was wrapped flat and neatly, and it was obvious that it was packed by soldiers in the army.
"I'm about to go to the battlefield, Zhan Jin, what are your thoughts?"
Yang Hongxun walked in, sat on the chair and looked at the young soldier in front of him with admiration in his eyes.
"Fight and win!"
Song Zhanjin only said these five words, his tone was sonorous and powerful, with unshakable conviction.
Win or die, there is no other choice.
Hearing these words, Yang Hongxun was very satisfied and happy.
He took a deep breath, patted Song Zhanjin on the shoulder and said, "Well, the country has soldiers like you who are firm in their beliefs and fearless of life and death. I believe that we will win this battle!"
After saying that, he opened the bundle and saw a brand new military uniform inside.
"I know you went through a special experience in North City and were forced to temporarily take off your uniform, but how can a soldier go to the front line without wearing a uniform?"
He smiled and said, "I've specially arranged a uniform for you. Tonight, you will return to the ranks and join tens of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield."
Yes, when the Song family received the notice of demotion, Song Zhanjin and his son were forced to take off their military uniforms.
As soldiers, even if they die on the battlefield, their final destination is to die in their military uniforms. Taking off their uniforms is like whipping their souls.
At this moment, when the military uniform was back in his hands, Song Zhanjin's heart was filled with excitement and joy.
The soul is trembling, as if it wants to break through the constraints of the body and embrace the meaningful military green.
"Put it on! Let Junjun see how heroic you look."
Yang Hongxun suggested with a smile.
Soon, Song Zhanjin changed into a neat military uniform. He fastened the last discipline button, adjusted his military cap, stood in front of Lin Wanjun, and saluted her.
At this moment, Song Zhanjin seemed to be reborn.
He was no longer the decadent and confused young man when he left North City, nor was he the manic and confused unfaithful man who lost his memory in the cadre school.
Lin Wanjun couldn't help but think of a sentence from that world.
"Military uniform is the best medical beauty for men."
Yes, Song Zhanjin seemed like a different person in military uniform, exuding an aura of admiration and awe from the inside out.
His eyes were firm and fearless, and his body stood straight, like a pine tree that was not afraid of wind and snow, standing proudly between heaven and earth.
"So cool!"
Lin Wanjun admired him sincerely, and Song Zhanjin, who was originally righteous, couldn't help but smile foolishly, looking a little silly and cute.
Yang Hongxun took a look and said "return" several times.
"It's still good to be young. Our country still depends on you, the younger generation."
As he spoke, he took out a sophisticated pistol.
The pistol was old, as if it had been touched and wiped countless times. Every trace seemed to silently narrate an unknown heroic story.
"This is the pistol I used. Ninety-three enemies died with it. Back then, as a young and frivolous kid, I vowed to use it to annihilate a hundred enemies."
Seven hours left before the arrival of peace.
But now, the war has broken out again, and Yang Hongxun is already old.
Therefore, he gave the pistol to Song Zhanjin, and also passed on to Song Zhanjin the mission of going to the battlefield to annihilate the enemy and defend the country.
He believed that the young officer in front of him would definitely fulfill his wish.
Song Zhanjin solemnly took the pistol, weighed it, and said, "It's a good gun. I will definitely bring you and this gun to a happy ending."
With these words, Yang Hongxun had no regrets.
Time seemed to pass quickly, and soon it was time for Song Zhanjin to set off.
Dumplings on the bus and noodles when you get off.
Sheng Ailian and Yang Jingru specially made a bowl of dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions for Song Zhanjin, and specially prepared sour soup, which was refreshing and appetizing.
At this moment, the bowl of dumplings was placed on the dining table. Everyone stood by and watched Song Zhanjin pick up the chopsticks and eat the dumplings one by one.
Song Lingyi has grown up.
She knew what her brother was going to do and what he would face.
The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and in the end, tears rolled down her cheeks and she let out a low sob.
"Shut up! Stop crying!"
Li Yuetang lowered her voice and scolded her daughter harshly.
"Why are you crying now?"
Yes, if Song Zhanjin could return safely, what's the point of crying?
If Song Zhanjin cannot come back, his family will shed tears for many years to come.
Song Zhanjin finished the last dumpling and drank the last mouthful of soup. He wiped his mouth, stood up, looked at Song Lingyi with red eyes, and rubbed her head with a smile.
"You're such a grown-up girl, why are you still crying?"
He squatted down and looked into Song Lingyi's eyes.
"Since my brother and father are not home, I leave my mother and sister to your care, Lingyi. You have a heavy burden on your shoulders."
Song Lingyi wiped away her tears and spoke firmly with her fists clenched.
"Brother, don't worry about the battle, I'm at home!"
The little Laozi's big oath made Yang Hongxun and others laugh out loud.
Yes, don’t worry about fighting, I’m at home.
Yang Hongxun looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's almost time for Zhan Jin to set off."
Song Zhanjin did not move, but reached out and grabbed Lin Wanjun's arm.
Everyone tacitly agreed not to rush and left the room first, leaving the final farewell time to the young couple.
As the door closed, the living room suddenly became empty and quiet.
Song Zhanjin looked at Lin Wanjun leaning against the low cabinet, unable to suppress his emotions. He quickly stepped forward and hugged her tightly in his arms.
"Junjun, I really can't bear to leave you."
Unlike Song Zhanjin's emotional expression, Lin Wanjun was very indifferent.
"Reluctant to leave? If you don't want to leave, then don't go to the front lines. Tell the old man that we'll go back to North City tomorrow. Anyway, your father will pave the way for you, so you can win without any effort."
Song Zhanjin couldn't handle this.
No, the atmosphere was so sad, he almost cried just now, why is his wife so cold and heartless? This is not what he imagined.
The imagined farewell should be that they hugged each other tightly, Lin Wanjun hugged him with tears in her eyes, and choked with sobs asked him to agree to a request.
But he shook his head and refused without waiting for her to speak.
"No! Junjun, I can't agree to your request. Every soldier who goes to the battlefield can't guarantee that he will come back alive!"
This sentence must have made Lin Wanjun burst into tears and hug him and cry bitterly.
"Song Zhanjin, I love you, I'll wait for you to come back!"
This is what Song Zhanjin imagined Lin Wanjun would say, and he was even prepared to be moved and respond.
As a result, the bullet jammed.
Lin Wanjun looked at Song Zhanjin's aggrieved expression and couldn't help but turn her face away and smile.
After a brief confrontation, Song Zhanjin was a little defeated.
He said angrily, "Lin Wanjun, do you have any heart? Even Lingyi is crying, why don't you react at all?"
Humph, I'm angry.
Song Zhanjin said this and turned to leave.
The next moment, Lin Wanjun hugged his waist from behind...
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