The reception room is the small room behind the soldiers on guard.
There is a telephone.
If any family members come over, they are contacted here.
Whoever's family members come to pick them up.
When the sentry went back, he saw Wenxin standing in the reception room, looking very cute.
He scratched his head a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look.
She was the regimental leader's wife.
She looks so good-looking and her smile is so sweet.
"The regiment leader is organizing training.
I want you to wait here for a while."
"Oh."
Wen Xin looked a little disappointed, "He is so busy, am I disturbing him?"
Xiao Bing was 1.8 meters tall and tanned.
When he saw Wen Wen standing there alone with no one to pick him up, with a disappointed look on his face, he was a little at a loss and didn't know how to comfort her.
"No, no, the captain will come to pick you up after training.
He will be here soon."
This sentry looked tall, dark and strong.
Unexpectedly, he spoke very gently.
Wen Wen couldn't help but want to tease him, "How old are you this year?"
"I, I'm nineteen years old."
The sentry stuttered a little as he looked at Wen Xin's big, glistening eyes.
"As old as me, I am also nineteen years old this year."
Wenxin smiled sweetly at him and said shamelessly.
"So you're so, so little."
"Do I look big?"
"Oh, no, no, no, no, I'm going to stand guard."
The sentry quickly returned to his position and stood upright.
The leader of the regiment was really scary.
He was not afraid of bullets and bullets.
He was afraid of such a woman, and only she could do it.
Being the target of the devil leader, just smiling makes his scalp numb, but he looks so good-looking.
How could Wenxin let her go?
She didn't want to stay alone in the reception room.
She was lonely and bored.
She walked to the sentry stand and talked to him to pass the time.
"You have been standing guard for so long.
Is there any woman looking for your captain?"
Wen Xin asked him softly.
"The sentry duty system is a rotation system, and each shift only stands for two hours."
The little black-faced sentry kept his head up, chest up, and belly in while talking.
Looking at him, Wen Xin smiled and thought he was quite cute.
"Then during the time you were standing here, has any woman approached your group leader?"
The black-faced little sentry choked, did he say yes or no?
"Speak" "No," he replied firmly: "No woman has ever approached our group leader.
Our group leader keeps himself clean."
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Wen Xin laughed out loud with a "puff".
"You're so cute."
The sky over the military camp was still filled with dust.
Yama looked at it intently for a long time.
He glanced at the door during the break and saw a bright red color in the distance.
He was not staying in the reception room, but was standing at the sentry post.
Basking in the bright sun.
His eyes returned to these weak chickens.
They were exhausted, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.
They could even ooze out of their clothes when they took them off.
But with the devilish training of the group leader, it was impossible not to squeeze out the last bit of their physical strength.
He would not give up, thinking that he would have to hold on until lunch, but it didn't take long for the assault training to end.
Wen Xin was so bored over there that she almost wiped out Xiao Bing's 18th generation.
Yan Motou and Political Commissar Ye came over.
The Political Commissar said hello to Wen Xin from afar: "Comrade Wen, come here.
Let Zeyang take you to the cafeteria for lunch at noon."
Seeing Political Commissar Ye again, Wenxin felt a little embarrassed, "Okay, I haven't eaten in the military canteen yet.
I don't know what the food tastes like."
"Come and try it this time.
I guarantee you will never forget it."
Political Commissar Ye laughed and jokingly said to Yan Zeyang next to him: "Let Mr.
Yang from the cafeteria open a small stove for your partner.
Don't scare your partner.
She will come later.
What should I do if I don’t come?”
After saying that, he smiled and left.
Of course, this is just a joke.
Like a field team, the physical exertion during training is huge, and the food must be kept up.
Yan Motou can increase training, but there is no ambiguity in the food in the cafeteria every day.
When you eat it, you will know how good it is.
Surprisingly, the soldiers were happiest when they were eating, and they all said it was much better than their original army food.
When the soldiers on guard saw the regiment leader coming, they stood up straight, looked straight, and saluted the regiment leader.
Yan Mo nodded, then looked at Wen Xin, with no expression on his face and no smile.
"Let's go."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Although he usually has a stern face, Wen Wenxin can still tell whether he is angry or happy, and she has also seen him look at her with a sullen face, but with little stars in his eyes.
But now, Wen Xin felt that he was not very happy to see her.
Did he not want her to come?
Wen Xin ran to him, her red skirt flying and her gauze swaying.
She looked up at him, "Zeyang, are you unhappy?"
After saying this, she wanted him to hold her hand and touch him.
He looked at the preface and said, "Pay attention to the impact."
At this time, soldiers in twos and threes stopped to salute him, and Demon Touyan also stopped to salute him.
Wen Wen is a bit at a loss.
The facilities of the new army and the new camp are not yet complete and somewhat crude.
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The two rows of barracks in front have been built, and a three-story building has been built in the garage and family area.
The one that Leader Yan Mo led her to was not a small family area. building, but another building, a single dormitory for battalion and regiment level and above.
Yamato walked into a room on the right side of the first floor without saying a word and opened the door.
Wen Xin followed behind and walked in a little dull.
The room was very simple, just a bed and a table.
There were books on the table.
It was very clean.
The housekeeping was so perfect that the edges and corners of the quilt seemed to be hung straight with threads.
The books are also neat, corner to corner.
Then she stood there and looked back at Yan Zeyang.
Outside, he was the leader of the group.
He asked her not to do this or that, and to pay attention to the impact.
She understood.
But after coming in, he went straight to the table and poured a glass of water.
After pouring, he just stood there with the cup in his hand, neither giving it to her nor saying a word.
Warm grievance suddenly welled up in her heart, and her eyes immediately filled with tears: "You don't like me coming here."
She had waited so long at the station all morning just to come and see him, but she didn't expect his attitude to be like this.
She felt extremely wronged.
Could it be that she had mistaken feelings and expressed wrong intentions?
Then she should leave.
She turned around uncomfortably and walked to the door to open it.
As a result, as soon as her hand grasped the door handle, she felt her arm being held tightly by someone.
The rapid force made her crash into a hard and familiar embrace.
"Where are you going?"
The voice above said forcefully.
Wenxin choked and said, "Go back."
"This place is sixty miles away from Shanghai City.
How can you go back without a car?"
"I have legs, I'll walk back."
Although Wen Xin said this forcefully, when he pulled her into his arms, she still cried helplessly, dove in, buried her face in his arms, and rubbed her He put on his military uniform, held his waist tightly with both hands, and asked him in a low and aggrieved cry: "Why are you so cruel to me?
I have been waiting for the car for so long.
I just miss you."
Wen Xin was hugged immediately.
Ah, this was hers, the long-lost warm embrace.
At that moment, the two of them stood in the middle of the room, their hearts close to each other, beating hotly together.
Wen Xin felt lonely inside in this world, so she liked his embrace and was greedy for this warmth.
However, she was pulled away after a while before she felt warm.
Emptiness immediately surrounded her, and she pouted uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
At this time, Yama no longer looked as cold-hearted as when he was outside just now.
He stared at her and asked her hard: "Why are you crying without me?
Don't you get along well with other male classmates in school?"
At that time, where did you put me?"
He let go of her, turned and walked to the table, opened the drawer, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, silently walked to the window, turned his back to her and lit it. .
The warm tears were rolling down silently.
After hearing this, the tears were startled.
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How did he know that he and his male classmate were good friends?
She wiped her eyes and walked behind him, feeling sour in her heart.
She asked with a little joy: "Are you jealous?
I'm not jealous.
I only have academic exchanges with my male classmates.
There are no feelings.
I only like you."
I only love you and I miss you every day and night.”
Yan Motou: "" "Since it's just an academic exchange, then why are you wearing the gauze scarf he gave you?"
Yan Zeyang turned around, pursed his thin lips tightly, and asked with sharp eyes and a cold tone, staring sternly at the red gauze scarf on her wrist. .
Wen Xin: "Cough cough cough" her little face wrinkled as she was choked.
He stared at her with cold eyes, and it took him a long time to put out the newly lit cigarette and put it in the ashtray.
His expression was hard and cold, and his eyes were heavy.
But no matter how cold or gloomy he was, it was hard to hide the tenderness and tenderness he felt towards her.
He said to the warmth standing in front of him, "Don't you know what it means when a woman accepts a gift from a man?
How dare you wear it on your body?"
"Take the things off your wrists" He looked at the dazzling red on Wen Xin's wrist, as proud as he was, and did not say the next sentence.
In this life, you can only use my flowers and mine.
If you want to use other men's things, don't even think about it.
Dinner was ready in the cafeteria.
Political Commissar Ye came over and wanted to call Yan Zeyang, but before he could enter, he glanced at the open window.
What he saw was shocking.
He saw the girl in the army, Yan Mo, holding her delicate and crying girl in her red dress and sitting on the table where he was studying.
The eight-foot-old man was squatting on the ground with a cold face, holding her feet in his hands.
Put shoes on his partner There is also a red gauze hanging on the tree outside the window.
And why did you return these shoes?
Political Commissar Ye coughed several times, turned around and left, asking people around him to go around and not disturb the group leader's time with others.
He is doing this for Zeyang's own good.
If his soldiers see him like this, what kind of prestige can he have?
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