Cheng Haidong was excited, and said coldly: "Don't, it was sent by the battalion commander's daughter-in-law, he is baby, if you dare to steal his harmonica, he can send you to the thieves' den to feed the crazy bandits." ”

The soldier shrunk his neck: "Yes...... It's no wonder that Song Ran sent it? No wonder he carries it in his arms every day, and only takes it out at night to make a drum, hehe, I don't steal it, let him blow it as long as he likes. ”

Under the big tree outside, Gu Jingxing blew for a while and then took the harmonica away from his mouth, and carefully held it in the palm of his hand and ironed it, the harmonica was cold, but he felt as if with the temperature on Xiao Ran's body, he gently stroked every inch of the harmonica's shell, and the corners of his mouth were always a warm smile.

Fortunately, there was an object she gave him to think about, otherwise, he couldn't imagine how tormented the days when he couldn't see her.

Looking into the distance, it seemed that he could see Qingdai hidden in the twilight, and he exhaled, missing his little Ranlai.

I don't know how she is doing in Haicheng,

I don't know if her stepmother and that Wen Huihui are in trouble with her.

He was very worried, but he couldn't do anything, he didn't even have a phone here, he couldn't see her face, he couldn't hear her voice, which made Gu Jingxing a little anxious.

In the barren mountains and wilderness, I can't even write a letter.

He actually wanted to send her a letter and tell her that Xiao Ran, when he was suppressing the bandits just now, he saved a carload of people, and there was a three- or five-year-old female doll in the car, who looked like Yuxue and cute, and she was also called Xiao Ran, called Gu Ran.

Xiao Ran, it seems that we are really very fateful......

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Gu Jingxing's face again.

He picked up the harmonica again and played it haphazardly for a long time, he didn't know how to play the harmonica, he just blew it twice, and what seemed to others to be noise, but to him it was the most beautiful piece of music in the world.

After the daily noise, Gu Jingxing pushed away Cheng Haidong's tent and kicked Cheng Haidong's legs: "Dongzi, Ming'er will get me two pieces of letterhead......

The little soldier on the side said bravely: "Battalion commander, do you want to send a letter to your sister-in-law?"

Gu Jingxing deliberately grimaced: "What's the matter with you kid? Hurry up and go to sleep!"

Cheng Haidong nodded: "Cheng, Ming'er, I just went to the city bureau to report tonight's actions, buy some cigarettes when the time comes, and give you some letterhead." ”

Gu Jingxing specially instructed: "Look better on the letterhead." ”

Cheng Haidong scratched the back of his head in confusion as soon as he had never dealt with the object: "Is there anything beautiful about the letter?"

Gu Jingxing remembered the notebook and letter paper that Song Ran gave to his sister, and said scientifically: "There are not only good-looking letterheads, but also fragrant letterheads, you can go to the supply and marketing cooperatives and ask people." ”

Cheng Haidong was opened a new door to the world, nodded straight and said, "Okay, I know." ”

The next day, Deputy Battalion Commander Cheng, who came back from the provincial capital, was like a thief, and secretly stuffed a pile of pink scented stationery in his arms into Gu Jingxing's arms: "The old man bought this girl's chirped things, and he was looked at several times. ”

Camp Chief Gu was too lazy to take care of him, found a big tree root, sat down, unfolded the pink letter paper that the girls chirped, and wrote with a pen.

He wrote several pieces of paper, reported his life in Fucheng in the past few days, and mentioned the wonderful fate of last night, the words are like his person, Gu Jingxing's words are chic and handsome.

Song Ran, who received the letter, held it in her arms as if she had won a priceless treasure, and chanted to her sister for the 1,800th time: "Brother Jingxing of my family, it's just that people are handsome, and the words are so good-looking, how can there be such a perfect person in the world?"

Song Xuan smashed a book: "Shut up!"