Han Feng didn't expect that the girl Qiuxue would be so bold and direct.

You must know that he helped Sun Desheng write the letter to Qiu Xue, let alone someone else, even he, the author, probably feels a little numb when he reads it, Qiu Xue actually wants Sun Desheng to read the letter in front of him, it seems that the girl really has an old grandson in her heart.

But Lao Sun doesn't know how to read, if this thing is a gang, then it's worth it?

The letter was written a lot, and Han Feng couldn't remember the specific content now, so he couldn't ask for the letter back and give it to Lao Sun to memorize.

Sun Desheng was anxious, and simply said: "I figured it out, if it doesn't work, I'll just make it clear, I'll just say that the letter was written by you for me, the head of the regiment, and I didn't write it at all, and Lao Tzu didn't know a word." ”

Han Feng: "......"

I was speechless for a while, if I let Jia Qiuxue know that it was ghostwritten by myself, my face as a head would be embarrassed.

"Absolutely not, I'll just say a word, Lao Sun, you say it quickly, you like other people's autumn snow, right?"

"Yes, I like it." In front of Han Feng, Sun Desheng didn't dare to admit it.

"That's right, then this matter must not be broken, this is the beginning of your love with Comrade Qiuxue, this is a beautiful first impression, and it must not be destroyed."

Han Feng thought about it and had an idea, "In this way, Lao Sun, I'll write something for you again, I'll teach you, you memorize it, memorize it well, correspond to every word, and when you go to see Comrade Qiuxue again, you can take out this poem and read it to her."

When you saw Qiu Xue, you said that she had already read the letter she had written before, and it was not interesting to read it again, and you wrote her something and wanted to read it to him, and she agreed immediately. ”

Lao Sun thought about it, anyway, the head of the regiment is an expert in this area, so he agreed.

That night, Sun Desheng, who had not memorized a few big characters in the cultural class arranged by political commissar Xu Zilin more than a dozen times, actually changed his normal state and honestly followed Han Feng to recite a short poem at the regiment headquarters.

Han Feng: "I'm willing to be with you." ”

Sun Desheng: "I, I am willing to be with you." ”

Han Feng: "Standing from the morning sun. ”

Sun Desheng: "Standing from the morning sun. ”

Han Feng: "Stand until dusk, morning and twilight, there will always be you ......"

Sun Desheng: "...... Commander, this, I can't say these words! ”

Han Feng: "Do you understand what these words mean?" ”

Sun Desheng: "I don't understand, it seems to say that standing from morning to night, that's it!" ”

Han Feng: "......"

"Less nonsense, since you have chosen to listen to me at the beginning, now you are my student, I am your teacher, whatever I say, you just do it."

Han Feng continued to read, but the next few sentences became more and more unreliable.

Sun Desheng jumped up in a hurry, "Commander, I really can't say these words!" ”

"Sun Desheng." Han Feng stiffened his face.

"Here."

"If it's time to fight and charge, and Lao Tzu asks you to rush up with a bag of explosives and blow up the devil's heavy machine gun for me, do you dare to do it?"

Sun Desheng responded: "That's nothing. ”

Han Feng: "That's right, carrying an explosives bag to charge, your grandson is an iron-clad man, in order to kill devils, he is not even afraid of death, now he is asking you to recite two lines of poetry in front of the girl you like, this is not good, cowardly?"

A tough guy who is not afraid of little devils, but at this time he is afraid that a girl from someone else will come? ”

Han Feng said two sentences, Sun Desheng gritted his teeth, "Yes, head of the regiment, I am out of the way, how you teach, I will learn!" ”

Han Feng smiled: "That's right, come, read with me, let's put our hands into the dusk and put on a wedding dress for Liuxia together......"

That's it, Sun Desheng followed Han Feng for two or three days, and finally left from the regiment headquarters, when he was going to verify the harvest, before leaving, Han Feng repeatedly advised: "Old Sun, you just go and read it, don't show your stuffing, if someone Qiuxue asks you to write another word or a poem, you must not agree, just find an excuse to slip away." ”

"Yes."

Sun Desheng responded, and there was a little drum in his heart, and when he rushed to Qiuxue's residence with the poem Han Feng wrote to him, he couldn't help but want to turn his head and go back, and he mustered up a lot of courage, and then he knocked on the door.

Lao Sun secretly said, this is really not an easy thing to find a mother-in-law, it is more tiring than Lao Tzu charging to fight.

"Who?" There was an inquiry in the room.

"I, I'm Sun Desheng, Comrade Qiu Xue."

With a creak, the door of the house was opened, and Qiu Xue looked at Sun Desheng suspiciously, "Camp Commander Sun, is there something wrong?" ”

"I'm ......, Comrade Qiuxue......"

Qiu Xue said with a smile: "Camp Commander Sun, you see that we are so familiar, you can just call me Qiu Xue, what comrades are not comrades, how unfamiliar it sounds!" ”

Sun Desheng responded, "Qiu Xue, I'm not very good at talking, you can just call me Lao Sun." ”

"Hey, old grandson, what's the matter with you? Are you ready to read to me the letter you wrote to me? ”

Sun Desheng remembered Han Feng's explanation, and hurriedly said: "You have also read the letter [Tian Lai], it is not interesting to read it again, I have written another poem, I can read it to you." ”

Qiu Xue's expression seemed to be a little surprised, she smiled and let her out, "It's cold outside, let's talk about it when we come inside!" ”

"No, no, I'll just read ...... here"

Sun Desheng was really embarrassed to enter the house, after all, he was a lonely man and a widow, and he recited it according to his memory.

"I, I'm willing to ...... with you"

As soon as this first sentence was spoken, Qiu Xue was startled.

Sun Desheng's voice is strong, his voice is generous and powerful, and every word seems to burst out of his chest, with the momentum of an iron-blooded soldier.

He continued to recite: "Stand from the time of the rising sun. ”

"Stand until dusk, morning and twilight, and there will always be you......"

As more and more sentences came out by recitation, Lao Sun seemed to forget that this was a poem he was reading to a beloved girl.

It's like the kind of desperate momentum that charges the enemy with a bag of explosives.

His recitation almost turned into a roar, and when a good love poem came to his mouth, it seemed to turn into the roar of a golden iron horse:

"Let's put our hands into the dusk and put on a wedding dress for Liuxia together......"

At this moment, even Qiu Xue, who had already understood Sun Desheng's intentions, couldn't bear it, and let Sun Desheng continue to shout like this, I was afraid that the people nearby would hear it.

Not caring about being shy, Qiu Xue pulled Sun Desheng into her room, and then slammed the wooden door shut.

Lao Sun, who was suddenly dragged into the room, his heart was pounding, and the original recitation stopped abruptly.

In the room, the sound of another person's pounding heartbeat also sounded,

The two were silent for a long time, and Qiu Xue suddenly laughed, "Old Sun, the letter you wrote to me last time, as well as this poem, are actually very well written, I'm curious, who wrote it for you?" ”

Sun Desheng was stunned for a moment and said, "No, no, I wrote it myself." ”

"Do you know the words?"

"Of course, although I haven't been to school for a few days, our political commissar has been holding cultural classes, and I have gone to study."

"Really?"

"Of course, of course ......"

"But the note with the poem in your hand seems to have been taken down."

"Poured ???"

Sun Desheng was stunned and hurriedly looked at the paper in his hand, and sure enough, because of Fang Cai's nervousness, he took the whole process backwards.

A capital embarrassed paste on his face, and Lao Sun didn't know what to say for a while.

Looking at Sun Desheng, a warrior who killed the enemy on the battlefield, but at the moment he was cramped like a shy girl in front of him, Qiu Xue couldn't help but smile: "Okay, I won't tease you, I just want to ask you, did the letter written to me send it to me with your consent?" ”

"Yes, in fact, I don't know a few words......" Sun Desheng did not deny it, and forgot Han Feng's confession without a trace in this moment, and it seemed that he was ready to confess and be lenient.

Qiu Xue interrupted him, "None of this matters, as long as you agree to it, I will treat it as if you wrote it." ”

"You know everything?"

Qiu Xue said: "Of course, do you think I look stupid? Although you never told me, and I didn't ask you, it is easy to understand that a warrior who only cares about fighting devils on the battlefield and defending his home and country, why should he ask his hands to also be able to hold a small fountain pen?

But this is the Camp Commander Sun I know, the old grandson I know.

We can still learn without culture, but if a man doesn't have blood, backbone, and responsibility, then what kind of man is he?

Lao Sun, you are a bloody, backbone, and responsible real man, I like you, I know you like me too, I don't like to hide in this regard, if you like me, you must tell me loudly and bluntly, okay? ”

Sun Desheng was completely messy at the moment, but he didn't know where the courage came from, so he nodded fiercely.

So what are you waiting for? A figure stuck to it......

When Lao Sun left Qiuxue's house, the whole person walked crookedly, as if he had lost his soul.

He put his right hand on his cheek, where there seemed to be some residual warmth, and looked up at the sky, why is the sunset so intoxicating......