The student was gone, and that night, solemn and empty in his heart, as if he had lost something.

A few days later, Liao Huang, a clerk, came back from the brigade headquarters, holding a large box of things in a cardboard box, and shouted as he walked: "The squad leader of the third squadron came out to get the letter!" ”

Then he threw the cardboard box to the ground, panting and crossing his waist, and said with an unhappy face: "You brought the girl, I didn't catch anything, and I had to carry the letter to you." ”

Ninety-nine percent of the boxes were letters from students.

"Xu Ning ......"

"Deng Zhenliang ......"

"Solemn ......"

"Liu Deyang ......"

Liao Huang moved a bench, sat next to a cardboard box, and took a letter to read a name.

Several coaches and squad leaders gathered around, receiving letters one after another from Liao Huang's salary.

In the end, everyone had a stack of letters in their arms, but Wang Dazui could take them with one hand.

"Gone?" He asked Liao Huang.

Liao Huang shook his head: "It's gone." ”

"Could it be that I didn't finish it, and some of them are still in the team headquarters?" Wang Dazui unwillingly reached out and rummaged through the cardboard box, which was empty, and there was really nothing.

"These unconscionable guys." The king had a big mouth and wanted to cry without tears.

Veteran Liu Deyang said: "It seems that our captain is still thoughtful and sent our safest big mouth to take the girls." ”

Wang Dazui said: "Lao Liu, what do you mean! What does it mean to grow safe? What do those little girls know, a group of members of the Appearance Association! ”

The receipt of the letter hit Wang Dazui hard.

In the days when the recruits had not yet reported for duty, receiving letters every day became one of the most talked about activities for the coaches and squad leaders of the teaching brigade.

Solemn letters are really many.

All the boys in the class sent him letters, and they swam to the sea every three or five times.

Not only that, but many girls in the next class who Zhuang Yan didn't even know also sent letters to Yan Yan, and he didn't even know how these girls got their names, and they could accurately write what squadron and what district team.

This made solemnity feel quite vanity for a while.

It's hard to be gracious, since people send letters, they have to reply, that is a kind of politeness.

It's just that the frequency of dozens of letters a day, solemnly feels that the allowance is not enough to buy stamps.

Fortunately, the conscription letter is free, write the seal and then take it to the brigade headquarters, stamp a triangle stamp with the messenger, and send it directly without stamping.

In those days, as long as he was free, Zhuang Yan would lie on the bedside and reply to the students.

That seriousness is about to catch up with the college entrance examination review students.

At first, he was quite interested in replying to the letter.

What to write?

Of course, you can't scribble.

Writing and writing are some words that encourage hard learning every day, anyway, it is ambiguous and ambiguous, and the purer the better.

The boys' letters are better, and some of the letters sent by the girls directly confessed in the letters, saying that they like you or something.

Every time Zhuang Yan saw it, his heart pounded a few times, and his face was slightly hot.

But I can always suppress my emotions, after all, the army has military discipline, and even the young women in the garrison don't need to fall in love, let alone students who have come here for military training.

Therefore, the more the letter is written, the more serious it becomes, and at the end of the letter, I always don't forget to write a sentence before the payment "I wish you academic progress!" ”

Every day when he took the letter, he had a kind of smug smile on his solemn face, which was in stark contrast to Wang Datong, who was about to jump off the building.

However, soon some veterans poured cold water on the solemnity.

Liu Deyang, a veteran, told Zhuang Zhuang that the first three months after the military training were the best time for students and instructors, and the correspondence was almost one letter a week, or even two letters.

With a class of dozens of people, everyone sends it like this, and every time they can receive a thick stack of letters.

It's not that the squad leader has had other ideas, just like with an airline or a local police, a bank, and other departments, there will always be girls who look right to become the most enthusiastic pen pals.

However, the veteran cruelly told Zhuang that it was all just an illusion.

If you are a soldier, you have to remember that you are just a soldier, put yourself in the right position, and don't think that when you are called an instructor during military training, you will feel that you are a character.

He said, "Don't take yourself too seriously! It's also better than treating yourself as a character! It's not a big deal, it's really not a big deal, you'll get it slowly. ”

Regarding the advice of the veteran Liu Deyang, although Zhuang Yan admitted that what he said was the truth, he was not very willing to accept it in his heart.

But what is pressing at the moment is not what the veteran Liu Deyang says, but the increasing number of letters that have filled the lockers.

According to the regulations, the placement of the lockers must be neat and tidy, except for Mao Xuan and Deng Xuan, and a few soldiers' books published by the People's Liberation Army Publishing House, it is not allowed to place too many personal belongings, not to mention that the lockers are small, dozens of letters a day, and they will soon be unable to hold on.

couldn't hold it up, and there was no place to put it, so Zhuang Zhuang had to ask Liu Deyang how to deal with these veterans.

Liu Deyang squatted next to his locker, pulling the letter out, and said, "You came just in time, I was about to deal with the letter, are you going with me?" ”

Solemn was a little dazed, listening to this tone, there is still a place for these letters?

Liu Deyang walked out with a large stack of letters, solemnly hurried back to the row room to get his letter, and followed.

met Wang Dazui halfway, and heard that the two were going to deal with the students' letters, Wang Dazui was also very interested, took out his few more than 20 letters, and followed the two of them.

Liu Deyang got out of the row house and turned to a secluded place on the right side of the barracks.

There were no people there, a few trees, and a lot of grass.

"Lao Liu, what are we doing here?" Zhuang Zhuang felt that the place was different from what he imagined, and hurriedly asked, "Where is there a place to put letters?" ”

Liu Deyang walked deep into the grass, where he pulled a few times and retrieved a rusty, broken pot.

Returning to the solemn and Wang Dazui, he pulled out the pot and said, "Didn't you ask me how the old soldiers handled the students' letters?" ”

"Yes......" solemnly and Wang Dazui glanced at each other, feeling that their answer seemed to lack the courage they had before.

Liu Deyang mouthed Nunu at the broken pot on the ground: "Burn!" Burn it all! This pot has been burned by the squad leaders of the teaching team for many years, and I don't know how many years it has been placed, and every squadron has a mouthful. ”

With that, he sat on the ground, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, picked out a delicate and beautiful envelope from his letter, took out the letter inside, opened it, skimmed it quickly, and sighed.

Then he clicked on the lighter and lit the pink letterhead.

The fire jumped up the corner of the letter and quickly engulfed the letter......