Fengcheng old events

Chapter 302
"Don't you want to go? Let's talk at home." Chen Ying hesitated and looked at Xiao Bing.

"Do you still have to listen to him?" Zhang Xinglong looked at Chen Ying and then at Xiao Bing.

"No, you can go if you want." Xiao Bing said from the side.

"What are you talking about? I just don't want to go out, why don't you see me at home alone?" Chen Ying felt a little bit annoyed.

"That's fine. Then you guys continue, I'll go back." Zhang Xinglong stood up.

"No, what are you doing?" Chen Ying gave Zhang Xinglong a hand.

"It's boring, go back and help the house with some work, and the clothes are not washed. Come out and watch the dog for me."

Zhang Xinglong pushed open the door and walked into the kitchen, Chen Ying followed behind with a frown: "Don't act like this."

"Then what should I do?" Zhang Xinglong turned around and smiled at Chen Ying.

"He really doesn't come here often, today is just a coincidence."

The big dog salivated and leaned over, making a warning sound from its mouth.This guy really bites.But because it came out of the house and Chen Ying was beside it, it didn't jump up as much as before.

Chen Ying pushed the big dog away, and Zhang Xinglong quickly walked out of the yard.

"You, have you really gone back?" Chen Ying brushed her hair and asked.

"Well, let's go." Zhang Xinglong nodded and left without looking back.

It was the same road, but it was completely different when I came here.

Came cheerfully, excitedly, with a heart full of joy, now depressed and a bit distraught.He didn't know that it was a jealous inner reaction, it was just trouble, and he couldn't stay in the house any longer.

Go through the small alley to the road, and walk all the way back to Guojiabao's house.

Along the way, my heart was sour, disturbed, lost, sad, wronged, no matter how complicated it was.

The first love that hadn't even started ended like this.

From now on, Zhang Xinglong never went to find Chen Ying, nor spoke to her.

……

"Di Di~"

After three rounds rumbled into the courtyard, Zhang Xingjun parked his motorcycle, took out the key, jumped out of the car, moved his backpack back, and excitedly went to the back of the house to look at his little pumpkin.

In the past few days, the pumpkin flowers have been defeated, and they have produced round little melon eggs, which look more and more cute.

Zhang Xingjun is happiest when he finishes his work every day after training and comes back to have a look, water some water, and pull up weeds.Watch them grow up slowly.

Humming the military song with incomplete tone, Zhang Xingjun walked to the back of the room, and Zhang Xingjun froze there for a while.

Several of my own pumpkin seedlings were scattered on the ground, and almost all the pumpkin eggs that had just sprouted were picked.

A wave of anger ignited from his heart, and he clenched his fists vigorously. Zhang Xingjun went to help the fallen melon stand, and carefully wrapped the pumpkin vines that were piled limp on one side.

"Xingjun, you are back."

The comrade-in-arms greeted him lying on the window sill in the house.

"Who picked me up?"

"Ah? I didn't see it." The comrade-in-arms raised his finger and pointed to the barracks next to him.

Zhang Xingjun frowned and helped the melon and vine back up, walked around to the front and entered the house: "Who made it?"

"Huang Qiaoxing and the others, I didn't pay attention to the laughing and laughing, and they all left after I saw them."

"What are you doing with me so nicely?"

"Who knows, you didn't offend them, did you?"

"I don't even bother to talk to them, and I don't usually contact them, so how could I offend them?"

"Then I don't know, Xing is easy, it's not a big deal. They don't know that you planted it?"

"Why don't you know, I'm always behind the scenes, and they're not blind." Zhang Xingjun stood at the window and looked over there, gritted his teeth: "That's why I put on a blindfold on purpose. Te, um, yes."

He clenched his fist and made a rattling sound.

"Xingjun, don't be a fool, the fight outside will be a fight, and the matter of a regiment will be serious."

"Where can it go? The worst is to repatriate me. How many years can I be sentenced? It is better to be a soldier than to let people live. You let him have a next time this time, don't you believe it?

If you give them some sunshine, they will be brilliant, and if you kick the stubble on their noses, they will have to learn a lesson.If you can't let it go even one step, it will be endless. "

"Do you need help?"

"It's okay, no need, don't bring you two together anymore. Besides, just a few heads of rotten garlic are still helping? You think highly of them too, I can't even afford to lose that person."

"Be careful, he will definitely have to call someone, and it won't matter if Bekiba suffers again."

Zhang Xingjun didn't say anything, he squinted his eyes and looked over there, his masseter muscles bouncing and bouncing.In fact, I also hesitated and contradicted in my heart, but I knew better that if I admit it this time without saying a word, there will be no less troubles in the future.

"Or, Xingjun, if you think about it again, it's actually not a big deal."

As soon as the door to the opposite room opened, Huang Qiaoxing and the four of them came out laughing and joking, and even glanced over here.

Zhang Xingjun turned his head and walked out.In fact, they may not have any meaning to take a look at it. They just looked this way subconsciously, but in Zhang Xingjun's eyes, this is full of provocation.

"Xingjun." The comrade-in-arms raised his hand and shouted, blinked his eyes and slowly put his hand down, turned his head to search on the bed, pulled the armed belt and took it in his hand.I was also quite conflicted.

Bypassing Fangshan, Zhang Xingjun and Huang Qiaoxing came face to face.Huang Qiaoxing was a bit tall, and looked down at Zhang Xingjun: "What do you mean?"

"Why are you pulling my melon? Why don't you have nothing to do?"

"Do you know where this is? This is the army, who asked you to grow your own vegetables?"

"You have a lot of control. You are the head of the group? Do you know which onion you are? Chop your hands and claws if they are itchy."

"I just grabbed it, what's the matter? What can you do? It's like killing you with just a few broken melons. I just grabbed it, and it's so numb."

"Just a few rotten melons are still treasures, don't talk about pulling them, I'll uproot them, what can you do? What are you forcing?"

A man next to him with Huang Qiaoxing stood tall and interjected, scanning Zhang Xingjun's face with slanted eyes, with a look of contempt.

Zhang Xingjun didn't know him well, he was a veteran, and he had never dealt with him before.

"Okay, okay, let's go, what's the point of talking around." Another person gave Huang Qiaoxing a tug.

"From now on, Young Kiba will pretend to be quite capable all day long." The veteran gave Zhang Xingjun a vicious look, turned his head and walked out.

"Just leave like this?" Zhang Xingjun stretched out his hand to grab Huang Qiaoxing.

"Then what else do you want? Treat me to dinner?"

"I, I'm going to fuck you up." Zhang Xingjun was not good at talking, and now he was wronged in his heart, and he was not Huang Qiaoxing's opponent at all verbally.

"Who are you scolding?" Huang Qiaoxing raised his hand and pushed Zhang Xingjun.

"Xingjun, Xingjun." The comrade-in-arms ran out, hugged Zhang Xingjun and dragged him back, and said in a low voice, "The commander is upstairs."

(End of this chapter)