Fengcheng old events

Chapter 295 Love Letter Little Heavenly King

After recuperating for a while, Zhang Xingjun went to the regiment headquarters as a correspondent.During this period of time, he didn't even dare to write a letter from home, for fear that his family would find out something.

In fact, it was Captain Gao who was protecting him.

The purpose of going to the Artillery Brigade is to suppress this matter, so as not to take revenge on Zhang Xingjun in the future. Transferring him to the regiment department is to appreciate, and secondly, it reduces his chances of entering the city, and it is also a disguised form to prevent things from getting worse.

The matter passed quickly, and the soldiers trained intensely every day, and soon this matter was forgotten.

Although the country has not strictly controlled the training of troops at this moment, the training intensity of field troops is still not low.This is the fine tradition of our army.

But fat infantry is even worse, but highly specialized units like artillery and tanks have strict training plans.

Zhang Xingjun actually wants to drive a tank. He feels quite awesome, right? But he is too strong. Driving a tank requires an absolute body. If you are too big, the whole car will fit you. What the hell?

However, there is still a lot of daily training in the communication platoon, not to mention physical fitness and shooting, but it takes a considerable amount of hard training to drive a military side three-wheeler.

It doesn’t count if you can ride away, but you also need to be able to ride sideways and backwards, and use two wheels to run a single board.

Apart from training, Zhang Xingjun still can't forget his hobbies: fishing and bird touching.

When he has nothing to rest, he will take his comrades to the nearby pond or river to fish and touch shrimp.Of course, training will never be left behind, and professional skills have always been at the forefront of the regiment.

If he is not going fishing or training, he will go to the nearby woods to practice boxing with his friends or alone: ​​hitting trees.

After he finished recruit training and went to the old company, he ordered some equipment by mail, and trained himself every day in the small woods behind the barracks, boxing gloves, knee pads and elbow pads, to ensure that he would not be injured, and then crazily abused these trees every day.

In this place full of sweat and masculinity, he lacks a sense of security and can only make himself stronger.

The group of tank-driving comrades returned from their training camp in Dalian. They were assigned to various vehicles and started actual combat exercises. The camp was filled with the sound of roaring engines every day, and there was a smell of diesel in the air.

Zhang Xingjun finally saw the roaring giant steel beast. When it ran at a speed of [-] yards per hour, its shadow could not be seen at all, only the loess flying dust filled the sky. The momentum was really amazing. up.

It's a pity that his strong body blocked his plan to participate, and he could only watch enviously from the side.At this moment, I suddenly feel a little jealous of those who are taller than smaller.

Three of the Bengang soldiers who came together got into the car, and ran over to him for a while if they had nothing to do, making him grit his teeth in hatred.

……

Zhang Xinglong is writing a love letter.

I picked the inside pages from a hard-shell notebook that I don’t know where I came from at home as stationery, and carefully designed my first love letter.

The notebook is a bit old, not a product of this era, the inner pages are a bit yellowish, very thick, and the lines printed on it are not narrow straight lines, but very wide dotted lines, Zhang Xinglong fell in love with it as soon as he saw it.

He has never written a love letter, but he knows how to write it.This is the benefit of strong writing skills.

In this era, the normal way for boys and girls to express their love is to pass a note and write a love letter. If you bravely rush over and ask directly, you will have to wait at least ten years.

The removed inner pages are just folded like a greeting card, with a cupid drawn on the cover, and a modern poem is written on the left side and the content of the letter on the right side.

Zhang Xinglong is the same as his brother, he is not very courageous, and unlike his brother's tough attacking type, he is a defensive type, always in a passive state.

But the two brothers have the same personality, and they will focus on the goal when they decide to do something, and move forward without hesitation.

More than 20 pages were removed from the entire notebook, and he decided to write one every two days until all the inner pages were used up.

The girl he was going to chase was from the vocational high school, in the second grade, a year higher than himself.In fact, he is at least three years older than him, but there is no time to think about age right now.

It was a tall and thin girl, she was in the first row during inter-class exercises, and she could be seen from the window while sitting in the classroom.

It's not particularly good-looking, but there is something about this girl that attracts Zhang Xinglong. As for what it is, he can't tell.

In fact, as we get older, we start to have this desire.The desire to be in the same place, he is still a noob about men and women at the moment, especially noobs.

The next day, he took advantage of the break between classes to block Chen Ying in the corridor, and handed over the love letter.

Girls mature much earlier than boys, not to mention that he is three or four years older, so he can actually be his teacher.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ying looked at him and at the love letter he held up.

"For you. I wrote it, not for others or to pass it on to others."

Chen Ying blushed, looked at him again, reached out to take the love letter, and walked away with Wang Hongxia with her head down, leaving Wang Hongxia laughing in the corridor.

The two of them are good friends, Zhang Xinglong has already observed, going to and from school, going to the toilet and riding in the car, anyway, the two will always be together, seeing one and the other must be next to each other, inseparable.

To be honest, Wang Hongxia looks better than Chen Ying, her frame is also smaller, and her personality is more straightforward. Chen Ying is introverted, and she always listens with her mouth pursed when she sees Wang Hongxia talking and laughing.

But some things are just so unreasonable and unreasonable.

Handing over the love letter with a feeling of anxiety and excitement, Zhang Xinglong began to dream of sweet things happening.

However, day after day, day after day, a dozen or so love letters were handed over, what to do, what to do, except Wang Hongxia gave him a shy look when receiving the love letter, and Wang Hongxia still smiled brightly, nothing changed.

This is a bit torturous, can you give me a good word.

Huge personality differences show their power at this time.In fact, one side has already agreed, otherwise I would have been annoyed one by one, and Wang Hongxia's kind of strange smile, put it on any veteran.

It's a pity that Chen Ying didn't know what kind of player she had met.

A pure novice who only knows how to pass the ball but not smashes, especially Bai.

In fact, this guy doesn't even know what the other party will do next after he agrees.

In Zhang Xinglong's concept, the pair image is that two people have established a kind of exclusive intimate relationship. With a little secret, they can talk about nothing, or where can they go to play together?
His own business is unclear, but his nickname of "Little Heavenly King" of love letters has been called out, and one letter in two days will never be the same.

All the male students gathered around: Long, write an letter for me.

Therefore, Zhang Xinglong spent every afternoon studying by himself in the struggle with love letters.

(End of this chapter)