Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around!

Chapter 1380 is afraid, she is afraid!

No one really thinks that Ye Jian is wrong. Like the words that Sun Dongqing said just now, if he has a child at home, he has already copied the guy and went straight to the door.

At noon, the sun was big, and the cockroaches that were hot to the trees were like the sun-dried branches and leaves. Occasionally, there was no sound when they called a few times. Sun Dongqing, who was sitting on the wall of his own courtyard, gasped and gasped. She escaped from the dead. I don’t know when Ye Jian went, panting aggressively.

At least ten minutes of exposure, the face was still pale, and Sun Dongqing shook his legs and stood up. He had not stood up straight and fell down squatting. He sat down on his own place where he had sprinkled yellow soup, and he still took care of it. Hey, just hurry back to the house to lock the door.

Fear, she is afraid, I am really scared!

Ye Jane wants to kill her, she will kill her just now!

If not, if Chen Dongfeng came forward to stop it, he could climb up here and lie on the ground!

Sun Dongqing, who was scared by tears, finally climbed back to her home. She really didn’t have the strength to stand up, even if there were only a few steps, she couldn’t make it soft in her knees.

Ye Jian was already sitting at the head of the village, eating a rich lunch, chatting about the sky, not mentioning the old man’s affairs, only that she did not return to the village because the school arranged her for military training.

When I had dinner, I went to the two old villagers in the village and laughed and walked away from home.

When I passed through the peach forest that had finished the fruit, I saw that the villagers were sitting outside from home…. Or Chen Shu had experience. After eating, he rushed back, otherwise the villagers who had boarded the door were locked out.

Although the sun is at noon, Ye Jian’s home is really cool. In the old sitting room, he is sitting at the door or sitting directly under the beam of the outer roof. He is holding a thin fan and shaking his hand.

The villagers in Shuikou Village have already known the death of the old man. They also know that the old man was buried in the cemetery of the martyrs. The elderly who were old could not wipe the tears. The conversation was long and short, and they did not forget to comfort and comfort. .

The village chief Zhang Defu is the most representative of the whole village. He looks at the only military school student in the town. As a village chief, he also worried that the old uncle would affect her studies, plus the roots of the old uncle. If he is not there, he still needs to take care of the leaves in the village.

After several old people in the village finished speaking, he only focused on Ye Jianming: “This person, there is life, there is old, no one can control it, the old man is dead, the good man has a good report. Ye Haotou, you also Don’t be too sad, the old man doesn’t want to see you crying all day.”

“The head of the village is right. Ye Haotou, you are a military school student. If you want to be a soldier, you often say that you don’t shed tears on TV. You can’t stop crying.”

He also mentioned that Ye Jian was admitted to the military school. All of them said that the old man was walking with peace of mind. He was alone and took care of himself outside. He lacked a similar call to the village and so on.

Ye Jian answered them one by one, polite and respectful, and the villagers who listened to her talked more and more.

Hey, 瞧瞧 丫 !!

I don’t know how much stronger I want, but I ask her if she is impatient. She can’t help but say how my dad is, how about it, and like to say “You don’t understand…”, it’s not normal to say a word to her. tired.

I also want to add a look at the village people, but also like to show off in front of the village people, Sun Dongqing, now the entire village of Shuikou Village’s impression of Ye Ying is not generally poor.

I have a comparison with the same leaf, no comparison!

Good night, good night, tomorrow, November, soon December, then New Year’s Day, then winter vacation plus spring, one year passed too fast.

(End of this chapter)