"And what are you going to do at training camp?" ** Fly intends to take a roundabout strategy.

"That's my own business." Rohmon saw the meaning of ** Fei and sat down on the chair. He didn't believe that **Fei was willing to talk to him for a long time at this time, but if **Fei was willing to do this, then he could handle it.

Fly looked at Romon. "If I agree with you to go?"

Rohmon smiled. "I've rescued you, chief. You can give me this order, but you have to send me to the training camp first, so that after you are transferred, I will report to the next unit, so that people will not think that you have betrayed your subordinates, and the matter will be ignored to the greatest extent. ”

I can't believe that these people are engaged in political work, or if these people really treat Unit 128 as stupid soldiers. Whatever the reason, it shows that these people are incompetent. But it's very common in the military, even the special forces can't completely get rid of the influence of the world, so you can't pay too much attention to these people and these things.

Fly was silent. He was in too much of a hurry to get out of this barren place, so he was a little inconsiderate.

"You know, I'm not doing this because I have prejudices about you personally." Fei speaks slowly, as if figuring out how to phrase it. "It's just a work necessity, the organization needs you to be there, then you have to carry out the order. But considering your situation, I don't think it's impossible to go to the training camp, and I think I'll discuss your requirements with the party committee tomorrow. ”

Rohmon laughed, and it was funny. Even if he gave in, ** Fei had to say something beautiful, as if he didn't know that Rohmon had already seen through him as a person, this was a rule in officialdom, and it was also a deep-rooted habit, so Rohmon didn't laugh too much. Occupation also gave him a deep-rooted habit: joy and anger are invisible.

It was already evening when he returned to his apartment, and Rohmin didn't want to go to dinner, so he packed his personal belongings in his dormitory.

His uniform, cap, and rank badge were all brand new, and his cockade was shiny. Lomon laid them out neatly on the bed and pondered over them. Rohmon didn't remember a chance he would be able to wear them, but the dignified green color still gave him a sense of awe in his heart, and he always asked him to reflect on whether he was worthy of the green for what he had done.

So far, Rohmon thinks he can still wear it with peace of mind. He was in a much better mood, took out the steam iron, which he hadn't used in a long time, whistled, and began to straighten out the uniform that gave him all the meaning of life.

There was a knock on the door.

Standing at the door was Jiang Manyun. Her hair was loosely tied up in a bun on the top of her head, and she wore a green dress that reflected her surprisingly fair skin, and there was a faint fragrance on her body.

Romans stood in the wayway. "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Manyun smiled. "You used to try to lure me to your house, but now you don't welcome me?"

Rohmon nodded, his expression looking serious. "Because I have matured, and life is short, I want to be happy in time, and I can't hang myself from your tree."

Jiang Manyun handed a towel bag in his hand to Luo Meng. "I think you need this. By the way, mature people don't have dark circles like you. ”

Inside the bag were two eggs, and Rohmon raised an eyebrow. "How do you know I haven't eaten yet?"

"Stupid." Jiang Manyun couldn't help but laugh. "This is for your eyes, peel it off and put it on your eyes to reduce swelling and bruising."

Romon spun the egg in his hand twice. "Ace, that bastard has two, too?"

"He was not well-behaved, so Dr. Jiang decided not to treat him." Jiang Manyun wanted to keep a straight face, but he couldn't help laughing. "You're really not going to invite me in?"

Rohmon thought for a moment and opened the door. "Come to my door, don't complain about life or death."

"Virtue."

Jiang Manyun shook him a roll of his eyes, walked in with his hands behind his back, and looked curiously at Luomen's dormitory.

If it weren't for the military uniform hanging in the middle of the room, she could hardly believe that this was a soldier's dormitory. A large bed, a dusty guitar, a stereo capable of playing CDs, and she noticed that Rohmon had a bookshelf half a wall. She walked over and browsed from top to bottom, and finally found that she couldn't understand most of the English books, except for a few English readings. That's all there is to the house, shabby, featureless, but she's not surprised at all.

"You play the guitar?" Jiang Manyun looked at Luo Man with interest.

"No, it was just someone else who put it with me." Rohmon didn't even look at the guitar. "But I can put some music on you and listen to you, I don't know what you like? Latin music is popular now. ”

Jiang Manyun looked at Luo Meng. "Whatever, it's Latin music."

Luo Men nodded, pretending not to notice the tenderness in Jiang Manyun's eyes. FINDING A CD ON THE TABLE, MONDOBANGO'S ENCHANTING MUSIC WAFTED THROUGH THE ROOM. Of course, it's just Latin-inspired punk music, but Rohmon dares to say that no one who hears the song cares about its style, they'll either be intoxicated by the music or throw the CD in the corner. He turned up the volume to make the sound sound fuller.

Looking back, he saw Jiang Manyun standing in front of the hanger looking at his military uniform.

"You haven't seen a military uniform? It's no different from what you have. ”

He handed a bottle of water to Jiang Manyun, and the military doctor shook his head and refused.

"I heard they're going to transfer you?" She reached for the shiny brim of her hat.

"It's not surprising that the iron battalion is a flowing soldier." Rohmon smiled. "You're not going to be here for the rest of your life."

Jiang Manyun looked at Luo Meng. "You're packing?"

"I don't know how you're so well-informed, but haven't you seen them all?" Rohmon shrugged his shoulders.

Jiang Manyun walked up to Luo Men and looked up at him, and Luo Men could even smell the fragrance of her breath.

"You're in such a hurry to pack your bags, isn't there anything here that makes you nostalgic?"

Looking at the complicated tenderness in the eyes of the military doctor who was close at hand, Rohmon's heartbeat began to accelerate, and the loose and cold music suddenly filled the room with an ambiguous atmosphere. Unconsciously, he reached out to the military doctor.

"I'll help you iron your clothes, I'm the best at this except for surgery." A mischievous light suddenly flashed in Jiang Manyun's eyes. Just as Rohm's hand was about to be wrapped around her waist, she suddenly picked up the iron and dodged a possible hug without a trace. "When you arrive at a new unit, you always have to make a good impression on your new comrades."

Lormon's hand froze there. Despite the embarrassment, a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

Jiang Manyun neatly spread out his military uniform on the hanger.

"Go get your eyes on it and you'll look much better tomorrow."

The eggs are still hot, so it's comfortable to put on the eyes, but the feeling in the heart is even more pleasant. He sat relaxed in his recliner and closed his eyes. What could be more comfortable than now? The music has switched to another track, "When a Man Falls in Love with a Woman" by Michael Burton. He has always believed that Burton's hoarse but high-pitched voice can touch the deepest areas of people's hearts, and this is his favorite singer. Now, listening to his favorite music, there is a woman doing the housework for him, and although the scene may be fleeting, the happiness of this moment is still so concrete.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw suddenly made him pause his breathing.

Jiang Manyun was lying on the hanger, as if looking for something. The dress hung down the beautiful lines of her hips, and from his position, her legs were astonishingly long, and when the other end of those lines disappeared into the soft fabric, anyone wondered what kind of mystery was at the end. The medic suddenly rubbed the other calf lightly with the top of his foot, and the dress swayed gently, which seemed to Rohmon like an invitation.

If he walked over and kissed her like this, what else would she do if she ran away like a frightened bird? Rohmon asked himself. He likes this woman, and this woman likes him, although the certainty is not so great, but what does it matter if you try it? He's been through many romances, not once because of his passive waiting, so why is this time exceptional?

Women are such strange creatures, they like men to be ambitious for them, but they don't want to give in easily, so many times, you have to try your luck.

Laying down the egg, Rohmon rose from his chair and walked gently but firmly towards the female medic.

The mature and sexy back of the female military doctor makes his desire burn like a flame.