Chapter 123 Chapter 123

Only my father joined the army and got a city hukou. I, Xiaozhuang, became a city kid. Alas - what the hell am I supposed to do! Xiaofei kept talking to Xiaoying, and the time was getting longer and longer. Xiaoying's tears became less and less. On her face, there is a maturity that a 20-year-old girl usually does not have, a maturity that does not match her personality. She became sensible and stopped pestering me to make me laugh. She became silent and stopped pestering me to tell stories. Only the things in her eyes have not changed. — Finally one night. I said to Xiaoying: "I will discuss something with you."

Xiaoying, who was washing my feet, laughed: "What? So serious? Not like you?" I said seriously: "He Dawei told me last time..." Xiaoying smiled faintly: "Then don't discuss it with me." I startled. Xiaoying sighed: "I can't make up my mind about you men (the conscience of heaven and earth! It's the first time she used this word!). Make up your own mind." I haven't recovered yet. "If you feel like doing it, do it; if you don't want to do it, don't do it." Xiaoying soaped my feet. "Anyway, if you think it's worth it, if you feel happy, then it's all right—smelly feet go in!"

Wow, I pressed it in. I still don't understand what she means. Xiaoying looked up at me: "No matter what you are, you are my black monkey Xiaozhuang. That's enough." She lowered her head to wash my feet again, very carefully. I looked at her stupidly, opened my mouth and became speechless. The bugle sounded outside, it was a light-off signal-every military unit had a bugle, and the military headquarters was no exception. I hear bugles. Although I listen to it every day, I feel different today, really different. Because, the bugle is rising in my blood. Because, the bugle echoes in my heart.

I opened my eyes and saw a small shadow in military uniform. I closed my eyes, it was the dog-headed brigade in my ravine. I opened my eyes again, it was still Xiaoying, she was wiping my feet. She still looked at me with the same smile, and patted my feet: "The black monkey go up for me!" I will go up. She got up to get some water. I hold her. She looked back at me: "What are you doing?" Her face really changed. Yes, it is mature. I actually want to ask, if I really listened to He Dadui, would you like to write with me in the ravine?Let your youth wither a little in the ravine?Away from the bustling?Out of fashion? ——This is something that any young urban girl, especially a beautiful girl, can't do.

But I didn't ask. I said, "It's okay, let's see you." She laughed: "Let go! What's there to see? Let me pour water! Otherwise, it will splash on you!" I just let go. She went to pour water. When she came back, she covered me with a quilt, carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt, and turned off the lamp. I obediently watched her shadow busy. After finishing all this, she lowered her head and kissed me lightly on the lips: "Sleep, don't throw the quilt at night! I will bring you breakfast tomorrow." I watched her leave quietly and close the door gently.

I listened to her footsteps leaving carefully, she was wearing nurse shoes, but in the silent corridor, I could still hear her cat-like footsteps. I heard the lights out a second time again. I still haven't made up my mind. However, in my dream, I dreamed of my dog ​​head brigade. Dreamed of my dark and honest brethren. Dreamed of my flag. I dreamed of the young and solemn faces under the military banner. They were silent, and neither was I. I don't know what this dream means. Really, I still don't know. I also dreamed about Xiaoying. Our camouflage phalanx is walking past the viewing stand, and the numbers are shocking.

Xiaoying is wearing a military uniform with the rank of private. The look is holy, with military salute. A female private in the Chinese Army. Inspecting our phalanx. The phalanx of China's toughest and most elite army fighters. We looked to the right and kicked forward at 115 steps per minute, each step was 75 centimeters. We look forward and kick forward at 115 steps per minute and 75 centimeters per step. We shoulder guns, we hold guns, we shout numbers, our voice is hoarse like howling wolves, but it shakes heaven and earth. All this is for a beautiful female private soldier.

All for our love. It's all for the Chinese female soldiers who leave their youth and love to our soldiers in the mountains without complaint or regret. Shouldn't we accept her review? Shouldn't it? What do you say?