When it comes to double standards, the leader is good at it.
One moment he was selflessly trying to distance himself from his own son, and the next moment he told his daughter-in-law not to avoid suspicion. Song Zhanjin was completely convinced.
"No, then Junjun calls you dad and I call you chief. Is that appropriate? People who don't know the truth would think I was kicked out of the house!"
Song Zhanjin couldn't help but grumble and asked the uncles and aunts beside him to judge.
"How dare we judge? Don't you have any sense? Of all these people, your father has the highest military rank!"
Everyone laughed and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.
Song Mingcheng looked at the intimate couple and looked down at his watch.
"The next convoy back to the front lines is at 1:10 AM, which means we still have more than two hours until departure."
Hearing this, Song Zhanjin was overjoyed.
He stood up straight, saluted Song Mingcheng, and shouted, "Yes, thank you, Chief!"
After saying that, without waiting for Lin Wanjun to say anything, he bent down, carried Lin Wanjun and went straight to the dormitory.
"Wife, we must hurry!"
In full view of everyone, Lin Wanjun was carried on the man's shoulders and was shaken so much that she almost vomited her dinner.
"Hey, put me down!"
Lin Wanjun was so anxious that she even swore, but the more she struggled, the more excited Song Zhanjin became, and his pace became faster and quicker.
The orderly's voice came from behind.
"Doctor Lin, you haven't picked up the fruit yet!"
Who cares about fruit right now? What could be more important than a long absence?
Song Mingcheng shook his head and said with a smile, "This kid is still too impulsive."
"As a young man, after being separated from your wife for so long, it would be worrying if you weren't impatient!"
The people around him laughed and teased.
"Old Song, don't accuse Zhan Jin of being impulsive. When you were Zhan Jin's age, Yue Tang came to visit you one time, and from the afternoon of the previous day to noon the next day, you didn't let her get out of bed."
"Hey, that time Yuetang came to visit her family, she got pregnant after she returned, right?"
People burst into laughter, and Song Mingcheng couldn't help but laugh when he recalled his own impulsiveness when he was young.
Even though many years have passed, even though he and Li Yuetang have become old men and women, every time he thinks of it, his heart still palpitates, and he is still deeply bewildered by Li Yuetang.
Someone laughed and said, "Maybe in ten months, our position will welcome new life!"
In this frontier where there is only death, the arrival of new life seems to be an extremely sacred thing.
So Song Mingcheng opened a back door for his son for the first time.
"Song Zhanjin, there's a convoy returning to the base at six o'clock tomorrow morning."
From a distance, Song Zhanjin waved to his father, still walking at a brisk pace, carrying Lin Wanjun easily and disappearing from everyone's sight.
Lin Wanjun's dormitory is a tent with only a camp bed and a simple table. Even the ground is overgrown with weeds, and small insects crawl across it from time to time.
As soon as Song Zhanjin entered the dormitory, he went straight to the camp bed. With eagerness and excitement, he put Lin Wanjun on the bed, then leaned over and couldn't wait to kiss the girl's cheek.
"Hey, stop it!"
The people next door are all his colleagues, and even the neighbor on the left is Gan Ping, the most gossipy person in the entire medical team.
If she made any noise and Gan Ping heard it, the whole team would know what she did in the tent early tomorrow morning. Would she still be able to live?
However, with her limited strength, how could she stop the man who was so excited?
Song Zhanjin was a muscular man with great strength. His broad palms easily grabbed Lin Wanjun's resisting hands and lifted her hands above her head.
Then, he approached her and started kissing her from the bridge of her nose, then her lips, her chin, and her neck...
As the buttons of her clothes were unbuttoned one by one, and as the damp and cold wind from southern Xinjiang blew into the tent and blew on her skin, Lin Wanjun shivered unconsciously.
“You…you stop!”
She was clearly ordering the man with anger, but in Song Zhanjin's ears, it sounded like she was acting coquettishly, with a playful air of wanting to refuse but also to accept.
So he became more wanton and his actions became more violent.
With a "click", the bed under me suddenly shook a little.
Song Zhanjin and Lin Wanjun were startled by the noise and stopped moving instantly.
"The bed is about to collapse, stop messing around!"
Lin Wanjun's tone was unstable and her face was so red that it seemed like blood was about to drip out. She pushed Song Zhanjin hard, and even punched, kicked, scratched and bit him.
Song Zhanjin became more and more excited and unknowingly increased his strength.
With a loud "boom", the world suddenly became silent.
The thin, pitiful camp bed shattered to the ground in a state of ashes, as if it had lost interest in this world.
On the "corpse" on the camp bed, Lin Wanjun was lying on Song Zhanjin, and the two looked at each other.
Yes, that's right, the bed collapsed!
At the moment of "committing suicide" on the camp bed, Song Zhanjin turned over with the agility unique to a soldier and became Lin Wanjun's flesh cushion.
So the moment they landed, he was at the bottom and Lin Wanjun was at the top, and the two of them hugged each other in a weird and ambiguous posture.
Because the noise was a bit loud, Gan Ping from next door rushed over immediately.
“What’s wrong? What happened?… Oh, sorry!”
Gan Ping lifted the tent curtain and saw our brave and mighty Company Commander Song lying on the ground, while the frail Comrade Xiaolin was galloping on his horse.
The camp bed was shattered to pieces, obviously a victim of love.
Gan Ping was stunned for a few seconds, then chuckled and turned away.
"Are you injured? The last thing we need here is doctors. Do you need my help with treatment?"
Lin Wanjun's face flushed red, and she punched Song Zhanjin hard on the chest several times, then tried to get up in a panic.
"Oh, my dear, your hand is...in the wrong place!"
Amidst Song Zhanjin's sigh, Lin Wanjun not only failed to retract her hand in time, but instead deliberately increased her strength and retaliated severely.
Song Zhanjin's eyes almost popped out of his head in pain.
Wife, please be gentle. If it really gets ruined, what will happen to your happiness for the rest of your life?
Gan Ping laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward, and her voice was so loud that she soon attracted the attention of other colleagues.
Even though Lin Wanjun got up in time and tried to hide her embarrassment with a smile, they were all smart people, and the collapsed camp bed had already revealed the answer.
But fortunately, everyone was polite and well-mannered. They just smiled knowingly and didn't say anything rude that would make Lin Wanjun embarrassed.
As a result, Song Zhanjin seemed to have gone crazy.
This guy walked out of the tent and deliberately pulled up his pants and tightened his belt in front of everyone, as if he was afraid that others would misunderstand him.
"Junjun, I told you to be gentle and slow, but you refused to listen. What's going on now? The bed is broken!"
"Boom!" Lin Wanjun felt as if her brain had been blown up, and her face was so red that she could hardly lift her head.
Amid the laughter of her colleagues, Lin Wanjun wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
It’s really fucking embarrassing!
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