That afternoon, the old platoon commander announced the order of the regiment and appointed Zhang Qiang as the platoon commander of the eighth platoon. As soon as the news came out, the conference room was crowded with congratulatory comrades.

The old platoon commander took Zhang Qiang's hand and said earnestly: "I've been working for 15 years, and it's time to leave." The checkpoint is tough, but you are needed here. Looking at the weather-beaten face in front of him, Zhang Qiang said solemnly: "Old platoon leader, I will keep your words in mind." ”

Night fell, and the distant peaks were covered in snow and shone brightly. Beneath the exposed rocks are black and deep black holes, like the big eyes of a mischievous child, without a trace of sleep. Zhang Qiang walked to the stone platform and looked at the distant mountains and snowscapes, he was very excited, and everyone's congratulations made him enthusiastic.

It has been five years since he came to the outpost, and Zhang Qiang always wants to get ahead, and he has hardly rested. He either patrols and stands guard for his sick comrades-in-arms, or cooks for his comrades-in-arms in the cooking class, and he always rushes to do hard work. He gave without regrets and waited willingly, and finally, he, the son of a farmer, came out.

He lived up to his parents' expectations, nor did he live up to his ideals, and proudly took the first step in life.

Don't underestimate this step, it's a symbol of hope.

Zhang Qiang felt that he was much taller, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy that could not be hidden.

He wants to tell the good news to his parents who are far away from his hometown, and to Lin Meng, who misses him day and night. "Whew", the cold wind swept the white powder head-on, Zhang Qiang shivered, he wanted to pull up the collar of his coat, but there was nothing.

It was only then that he realized that he had forgotten to put on his coat.

In the evening in the mountains, the cold wind blows with snowflakes. Zhang Qiang ran back to the dormitory and got into the quilt, turned on the flashlight and wrote a letter to Lin Meng, making her happy and happy.

Thinking of this, a happy smile appeared on his face. However, the letter was finally written and then torn, and then crumpled into a ball of paper and thrown away.

Zhang Qiang wrote, tore and tore, threw and wrote, and after repeating it dozens of times, the ground was full of paper balls.

In the past five years, he has written many letters to Lin Meng and received many replies. As soon as I wrote it, the two hearts got closer and closer.

Three months ago, when he visited his relatives, he told Lin Meng that they would get married when he was demobilized.

Hearing Zhang Qiang's words, Lin Meng smiled happily, and she told Zhang Qiang that she was going to embroider a pair of pillowcases that were "a hundred years of good fit".

On the twentieth of last month, Zhang Qiang wrote another letter, but Lin Meng never replied, which made him particularly surprised.

She will reply to his letter, no matter how tight the time is.

Maybe she was too busy lately, so she didn't reply to the letter, no, it should be a late reply, Zhang Qiang comforted himself.

Rao is like this, he still feels uneasy, and even in his dreams is her figure.

No way, who made him love Lin Meng deeply? Not only those who love her, but also know her home.

If you want to say it, the Lin family is far inferior to the Zhang family, the main reason is her mother.

Lin Meng's mother was born poor, but the girl who grew up in the bitter water was handsome, so she was favored by a landlord and old wealth, so she robbed it to make a partial house. In the landlord's house, Lin's mother swallowed her anger and trembled, and it was not until the founding of New China that she completely got rid of that "home".

Although she regained her freedom, her identity was too sensitive and no one wanted to live with her. Seven years later, a railroad worker married her, and their daughter was Lin Meng.

Lin Meng, like her mother, is tall and fair-skinned, especially with big eyes, and can speak smartly. She is good-looking, smart, and the focus wherever she goes.

Zhang Qiang finished primary school in his hometown and was admitted to a key middle school with excellent results. Not only did he and Lin Meng get into the same class, but the two of them also became class cadres at the same time, and they cooperated tacitly in six years of middle school.

That day, Zhang Qiang broke his arm while playing, Lin Meng was very anxious when she found out, and finally managed to finish the evening self-study, and she hurriedly ran to see Zhang Qiang.

"You're here, sit down, sit down!"

Seeing Lin Meng walk into the dormitory, Zhang Qiang struggled to get up.

"Stop moving, are you better?"

Lin Meng put the fruit on the bedside table while hurriedly reaching out to stop Zhang Qiang. Only when they were both seated did she take out a clean set of clothes from her bag.

"Zhang Qiang, this is my dad's clothes, you make do with them first, and I'll wash your clothes."

Zhang Qiang just looked at Lin Meng, and waited for a while before saying, "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome? Hurry up and put it on. ”

As he spoke, Lin Meng handed over his clothes.

Zhang Qiang looked at his bloodstained clothes, and said with some embarrassment: "Still, let's change it tomorrow." ”

"The more sick you are, the more hygienic you have to pay attention to, change now."

Under Lin Meng's repeated urging, Zhang Qiang blushed and took off his clothes.

Seeing Zhang Qiang's arm fixed with plaster, Lin Meng's eyes turned red.

"Does it hurt?"

"Hey, it doesn't hurt."

Helping Zhang Qiang change his clothes, Lin Meng sat on the side and sobbed.

Looking at Lin Meng, who was raining with pear blossoms, Zhang Qiang was at a loss for what to do, and he hurriedly said: "Lin Meng, I'm fine, I'm really fine." ”

"You read it wrong, I didn't cry."

Lin Meng wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand and nodded on Zhang Qiang's forehead.

"Thank you, uncle, and thank you."

At this point, Zhang Qiang took Lin Meng's hand and looked at each other, and a different feeling arose.