Turning to look at the barracks down the hill, the barracks had been flooded by the mist rising from the river, and the sound of electric current passing through the loudspeaker on the roof of the club was about to blow the bugle.

When I thought of this, I somehow opened my mouth and shouted at the misty mountain: "Ah 1234567 hhh 7654321 h

After a while, I felt comfortable, and I was about to continue shouting, when I heard a "hee-hee" laugh from somewhere nearby. My heart couldn't help but move: What, someone is coming up here?

The sound was soft, but it was close, as if it were on the other side of the mountain. I listened carefully to the movements around me, and it seemed that someone was spying on me in the dark.

I feel a little unhappy that someone has broken into this little world that I thought was quiet.

I quietly turned around, walked lightly to the side of the mountain, and held on to the stone wall with my hand to look at it.

I spotted this "intruder" right away. It was a girl wearing a fiery red down jacket and grass green trousers. She was sitting on a blue-gray slate, reading intently a thick book in her hand.

Even though she had her head down, I could see her face clearly, and I saw her not-so-long braids behind her shoulders, and then the collar of her white shirt—

Yingzi - I shouted.

Yingzi was reading leisurely. As he read, he kept shaking his two long outstretched legs back and forth, and he didn't even think that there were already people nearby. She seemed startled when she heard my shouting.

"Brother Wenhua, why did you come up?!" It turned out that Yingzi didn't see me just now, but just heard the sound of babbling and shouting, probably thinking that the performance team was someone else, right?

"I'm coming up to practice kung fu! Do you come here every day to review your homework? Am I bothering you?" I know that Yingzi is preparing for the college entrance examination, and the morning is the best time to review foreign languages.

"No, it doesn't matter. Yingzi shook her head, tilted her head and said, "I really like you here." The two of us can communicate with each other. ”

"What communication? You're reviewing your homework, and you need to be quiet. I'm practicing Kung Fu and need to shout. I will influence you. I said, I was leaving.

"Brother Wenhua, don't ...... Don't go, don't you want to be with me......" Yingzi was a little unhappy, and pursed her lips aggrievedly.

At this moment, a few beams of early morning sunlight squeezed into the gaps in the leaves and poured into the grass around her. This serene-looking girl, with the steep mountain behind her, sits in a field of eye-catching greenery, forming a very ingenious and striking picture.

"Yingzi, it's very important for you to review your homework, how can I disturb you. "I'm telling my truth.

"Review your homework, review your homework, you're nagging like my dad, can't we talk about anything else?"

Tell me about something else...... I looked at the pretty girl opposite, I didn't know what was going on, I remembered the day I was in Xie's class, and Xie Ying and myself felt at the intersection.

Although this Yingzi is still a student, she is so mature! Now that she wants to say something else to herself, what will she say? Falling in love and love? That is a violation of discipline.

"Brother Wenhua, what do you think...... How about that person in Old Song?" Yingzi suddenly said this, which made me confused all of a sudden.

"That's good! I think he's more straightforward and arrogant. "I'll be honest.

Of course, it doesn't depend on whiskers and horses. ”

Yingzi told me that Lao Song was an artist of the Benxi City Song and Dance Troupe, and he was recruited by the head of the troupe according to his literary and artistic expertise, and he was promoted to the officer of the Political Department in the second year.

Don't look at it as a grassroots cadre, but the leaders respect him and call him a painter. He is now creating a painting, which can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan in the cultural market.

"Hmm. "When I listened to Yingzi's words, I remembered my teachers who taught art, who also had long hair and looked unkempt, but this old Song was a cadre in the army, and he was not so sloppy.

"Brother Wenhua, you should visit him once before the reunion performance takes the stage. Yingzi suddenly came up with an idea.

"Visit him, why?" I don't know what Yingzi means by that?

"Please let him wrap your image!"

"Image packaging?" I didn't understand what she meant.

"Yes, this old Song, in addition to his normal work, is also responsible for the stage set design of the performance team! When Captain Tian became popular on the stage of the army, it was the result of his packaging. ”

"The soldiers of the army are all uniforms, where do you need any packaging? Besides, if you don't appear as a soldier in the army, will the chief be satisfied?" I asked in confusion.

"This ...... You don't understand. Yingzi glared at me as if iron was not made of steel, "In normal times, of course, those who are soldiers must pay attention to military appearance and discipline and pay attention to unity. However, when it comes to the stage, it needs to be diverse and artistic.

Back then, Captain Tian was packaged by Lao Song as the image of a young farmer, and his Huangmei opera was brilliant on the stage. You, you, listen to me......"

"Okay, I'll find time to find him today. "I thought about it, the coaching team is not far from the club, so I just went there to find him during the lunch break.

"He's a busy man, and he can't meet you anytime, anywhere. As he spoke, Yingzi said, stretched out his hand into the pocket of his clothes, and took out a handset and then dialed Lao Song's mobile phone:

"Hey, Uncle Song, that Wenhua of the performance team, I want you to pack his image for him, do you have time this afternoon?"

"Haha, Yingzi, I'm also thinking about how to package Wenhua's business! You little princess gave an order, I don't have time to make time for this!" Old Song laughed on the phone.

"Okay, he'll look for you in the afternoon. Well, you have to design it carefully, and you are not allowed to shirk, let alone perfunctory!" Yingzi instructed him.

"I'll design it well. Little princess, please rest assured!" Old Song finally agreed.

"Yingzi, thank you!" Seeing that Yingzi cared so much about her own affairs, I was very moved. is the daughter of the regiment commander, and she is just a recruit who has just enlisted.

People care so much about themselves, this is a good thing that others can't even dream of!