Completely inexplicable rhetorical question, coupled with his hoarse voice that seemed to have been burned, Song Xiaoci almost didn't hold the notebook in his hand, and said in a panic, "Uh...... I think...... You shouldn't ...... I thought I was ......"

"That...... It's not up to you. I just want to...... Make the scar more symmetrical. ”

……

Song Xiaoci's interview enthusiasm was about to run out, and he accidentally found that a soldier was passing through the open space, his military uniform was neat, young and heroic, and his face seemed to have a scar, but it added to the military style, coincidentally, his chic leggings were exactly the same as the special operations company commander, following the little monkey and the tower, this is the third one suitable for doing a typical one from the appearance, if you can take pictures, you can do propaganda newspapers.

"Hello. My name is Wang Qiang. Wang Qiang, who was stopped by Song Xiaoci, responded with a smile, with three points of shyness in that smile, and smiled just right.

"My surname is Song, Song Xiaoci."

"I know. How can you ask me to help? ”

"Not a help. It's an interview. Song Xiaoci came to her senses and reopened her broken notebook.

Wang Qiang subconsciously raised his hand and pinched his own nose, looked at the ground and looked into the distance: "You...... Have you interviewed our company commander? ”

"Nope."

Wang Qiang nodded, and suddenly said, "I can't be interviewed by you." ”

"Why?"

"I'm on duty. I'm sorry. ”

"So when are you ......?"

"I have to be in charge of Kongzhuang's guard duty all day, and I have to sleep with one eye open. Interview people, I have to check the post now. ”

……

Lu Hang returned to his original residence and walked into the three-bed wooden house, only to find that the iron tower and Wu Shishi had also moved back, and no one was there at the moment, and the room smelled of sweat.

Standing in the doorway, he looked past the dirty mess of the two beds, the innermost bed still as tidy as when she left. Of course, Lu Hang can adapt to the smell of sweat, but at the moment he can't tolerate it, this smell obscures everything he wants to smell!

Slowly walked to the bed under the window at the end, looked at the kettle, satchel and other dusty belongings in his hand, and was reluctant to put these things on this neat bed, and put them directly on the bed of the nearby iron tower, and then picked up the Zhongzheng rifle and hung it on the wall next to the bed, and then picked up his broken enamel jar on the windowsill, blew off the ash in the jar, put it in his hand and looked at it silently for a long time, before he put it back on the windowsill, took off his military hat and began to untie the girdle and armed belt, ready to unload his fatigue.

The door behind him rang, Lu Hang didn't bother to turn back, continued to untie the wind and discipline button, and said in a deep voice: "Hurry up and lead Wu Shishi to move out for me!" Take your bed away too, and get me a table by the way. ”

But I didn't get a response, so I turned around and found that the person who came was not a bear bag that was not kicked at all, but a little girl leaning on the door frame, with a small face and no expression, and a pair of clear big eyes for a long time before blinking slowly: "Does my head still hurt?" ”

Lu Hang's eyes didn't look at the little girl's eyes at all, but stayed in the high ponytail that was a cut above her head, and the action of unbuttoning her clothes was frozen, like a fixed body technique.

"Speak! Is it so hard to talk to me! ”

"You...... Who said I had a headache? Is that...... An excuse to call in sick. ”

"Cured?"

At this point, Lu Hang resumed his movements, turned around and stared at the new hairstyle of the person at the door and continued to look at it: "I didn't say it...... You...... Shouldn't I have a sister? ”

This sentence hit the nail on the head, and in a blink of an eye, the little girl's two little hands didn't know where to put it, and habitually began to tear the corners of her clothes directly, and a shy happy smile melted like ice on her originally expressionless little face, and she was so shy that she even began to hang down, and the ponytail pouted higher, making Lu Hang dizzy.

"People...... There is indeed a sister who has been separated for a long time. Hey, hey, hey......"

Originally, the image of the lady was about to be perfect, but in the end, the sugar content of the hehehe laugh completely exceeded the standard and was completely destroyed!

Lu Hang took out his pocket, took out a boiled egg, and raised his hand: "If you have captured Hu Fang, I will give it to you as a gift." ”

"Annoying!" The little girl came in a few steps and copied the egg unceremoniously: "Do you understand the situation?" ”

Lu Hang sighed: "No." Sister Zhou said that Lin Wei's position is special, and it is difficult to ask about things. ”

"It's not good to be a spy! I can't even her heart if I want to! Is that headache because of her? Shaking the ponytail that he was not used to, he sat down on the edge of the bed of Lu Hang: "Also, why do you bring back a scourge?" This time, even the regiment commander came out, and sneakily ran to the health soldier to get a haircut! Can he still be expected to return to the group? ”

Lu Hang smiled helplessly: "That's Dr. Lin's order, can I stop it?" ”

"Brother, follow me to the village on the other side for dinner, Sister Zhaodi is going to the net, and I can't even drink fish soup in Kongzhuang now!"

"I'm not suitable, am I?"

"What's out of place? Aren't you going to pay your sick leave now? Keep getting sick! I'll call you then. ”

……

The little girl left, Lu Hang's mood was much better, and he decided to find something to do, but what else could he do besides wiping the gun?

The Zhongzheng rifle was taken off the wall again, and the horizontal end was in Lu Hang's hand, and a few inconspicuous small characters were lightly engraved on the butt: I won. Don't forget.

In Lu Hang's eyes, these words seemed to have infinite magic, and from the day he saw these words, he began to dream of artillery fire and endless gunsmoke......

There is a kind of person, just a person, who is nothing.

Sometimes he is called Zhang San, sometimes he is called Li Si, and over time, he himself has forgotten his name, so he has no name.

He has no relatives, and in this world of suffering, it is good to have no relatives; He also had no friends, so he did not betray; He is as ordinary as a grain of sand, clearly existing, no one knows.

But he must always remember that he is 317, and this number is the only value of his existence, his only faith, but it cannot be written on the tombstone in place of the name.

317 likes to grow vegetables, but there is no land in the city, so he has to plant them in broken pots, one by one, like flowers, and when he leans lazily on the corner of the street, those lonely vegetables are his only thoughts; When the target appeared, he had to put away his thoughts, become focused, and become one of the numbness of the street hurry, or pass by the target, or follow.

317 walked into the gambling house, no matter night or day, this place was always full of smoke and no difference, obviously full of people, in 317's eyes there were many ghosts.

There is a gambling table with the largest, where the shouting is the most lively, the protagonist is not the dealer, but the sweaty young man in black who has just lost the gun, he is obviously unwilling, is taking out a silver pocket watch, holding it in his hand and shouting wildly: "The reversal is this time!" Kill you without leaving a piece of armor behind! ”

The ghosts laughed: "Just this pocket watch?" ”

The ghost in black showed a sunny smugness: "A bunch of blind scum! This is not a pocket watch in my hand at all, this is an eight-way bayonet! ”

There was a dumbness on the spot, followed by a wave of more violent laughter.

317 wrinkled his nose and walked behind the black-clothed ghost next to the gaming table in a low-key manner, his right hand subconsciously lowered and trembled slightly, and a sharp and slender metal cone more than half a foot long slipped out of the cuffs, and the murderous aura was faint in the smoky swaying of the figure.