At dinner in the cafeteria in the evening, the soldiers saw that the battalion commander was hiding and leaving, for fear that what he said was not right, and the battalion commander would train them again tomorrow.

Wei Zhenhui ate dinner and walked to the dormitory with an expressionless face, he lived on the third floor, and Wu Feng was at the door.

When Wei Zhenhui returned to the house, he sat at the table, racking his brains to write a reply to his little daughter-in-law. Last time, she was busy dealing with Su Hong's affairs and neglected his little daughter-in-law, and this girl's temper came up.

Wei Zhenhui was excellent in character and learning when he was in school, but he never had a love letter. It is not difficult for him to write an 800-word essay, it is not difficult to write a 5,000-word report, and it is even more difficult for him to write a battle plan of tens of thousands of words.

Now, writing a letter to his daughter-in-law is really difficult. He really regretted it, at that time, he always wrote love letters to girls at the same table, and he was still disdainful, and people asked him to help take a look, and he pushed it back directly. Now that I think about it, I would have seen it even once!

Wei Zhenhui wrote several beginnings in a row, but he was not satisfied, and directly rubbed it and threw it into the trash.

His dormitory was facing the street, and he was about to scratch his ears and cheeks, when he heard a few platoon leaders pulling skin below, and Wei Zhenhui got dressed and went out.

After a while, there were bursts of crying cries from the training ground and calling for my mother.

"Battalion commander, spare your life, the next time you write a letter, we won't dare to shout loudly." The platoon was wronged, and he said that he would bring a few recruits to dinner to familiarize himself with the military area, and he was arrested by the battalion commander.

"Battalion commander, be merciful, you really can't write it, I graduated from junior high school, I'll help you write it, I really didn't write a love letter when I went to school, basically one a week, I wrote everything good girls in school!" The second platoon commander had a battalion commander's expression, I will share your worries and solve problems.

The platoon commander was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped the second platoon commander on the head, "You were kicked in the head by a donkey, the battalion commander graduated from high school and got the first grade in the school, so you can help write with those two strokes?" ”

The second platoon commander looked aggrieved, "That's it, I didn't say it." ”

Wei Zhenhui cleaned up the two of them, and the depression in his heart also dissipated a little, "Second platoon leader, have you written a love letter?" ”

The second platoon commander was stunned for a moment, then reacted and gave a military salute, "Yes, battalion commander." ”

"Write ten letters in the evening, and give them to me tomorrow morning." Wei Zhenhui turned around and left.

The remaining platoon commander and the second platoon commander were stunned in place, their battalion commander really can't write a letter!

Wei Zhenhui took a shower and went to sleep, they went to bed at 10 o'clock.

This night, Wei Zhenhui dreamed, and in the middle of the night, he woke up from his dream but couldn't sleep anymore.

He dreamed of Su Mian, Su Mian, who was wearing a nurse's uniform, smiled brightly at him, and he was lying on the operating table.

In the dream, he should have been seriously injured, and the person who gave him the main knife was still the senior doctor last time. The injured area was exactly the same, and he also asked for no anesthetic.

Su Mian stuffed a small bundle of gauze into his mouth, she seemed to be frightened stupid, and almost threw the thermometer in her hand on the ground.

He remembered that she unbuttoned his shirt, and her already wide eyes widened at the sight of the wound.

She shouldn't have known him, and she didn't hug him directly like she did that time.

During the whole operation process, Su Mian was on the side as Dr. Gao's assistant, and she was a little in a hurry, and she didn't even have the current calmness.

He had never seen her so flustered, and she belonged to the panic she should have at that age.

Wei Zhenhui went to the balcony with his clothes on, looking at the night like water, the cold wind hit one after another, which made him sober up a lot, maybe it was after reading Su Mian's letter today that he dreamed of such a real scene.

Su Mian is still a student at all, how can she be a nurse in the army? And this time he was injured, and the nurse who took care of him was Su Hong.