At five o'clock, all the recruits were grouped into different squads, platoons, and companies, and were lined up in different areas according to their respective companies, platoons, and squads.

After listening to the brief self-introduction of the company commander and instructor, and then the instructor reading out the recruit training rules, the platoon commanders of each platoon returned to the dormitory arranged for each platoon with a total of 33 people from three squads of their platoon.

Dinner time is from 6 to 7 o'clock, and evening training starts at 7:30 a.m.

Because today is the first day for the recruits to officially become soldiers, Wu Yingjie specially asked Zhang Cheng to give them a holiday, and asked them to write a letter to their families to report their safety.

After dinner, Ruan Haocheng returned to the dormitory with ten soldiers from his class, and after announcing the disbandment, he was relieved.

When the soldiers in the dormitory went out one after another to chat with the fellows who were assigned to the second battalion, and he was the only one left, he took out his satchel from the neatly stacked quilt.

He took out his old clothes from his satchel and unfolded them on the bed, revealing the new insoles that Tian Xinae had given him.

Ruan Haocheng picked up the insole, leaned to the end of his nose and sniffed it carefully, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but fall.

The insole was mixed with the smell of his old clothes, which made the taste of his daughter-in-law who stayed on it much lighter.

Ruan Haocheng took out the ink he had bought in the county seat from his satchel and placed it on a small table next to his bed, on which were the washing utensils that were given to them after entering the dormitory.

Then he took out his pen and notebook, moved the large table between the two rows of beds in the dormitory to his bed, unfolded the notebook, and began to write.

Whether it is in the county seat, the city where the region is located, or the provincial capital, every night, he will grope his way to write a letter to Tian Xinmiao after his roommates are asleep.

When he was on the train, in order to take care of Chen Ziqiang, who was not in good health, he spent most time sitting at the chair, and at that time, he would also pick up the pen and write in this notebook.

He turned to the seventh page of the notebook, and after hesitating for a moment, he still wrote the word 'daughter-in-law'.

Every time he wrote these two words, he would always remember the way he looked when he called her softly in her ear, her gentle and beautiful voice, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and many, many memories that seemed to be engraved in his mind.

Ruan Haocheng gently touched his heart with his left hand, rubbed his heart that seemed to be a little sore, and continued to write down the three words he had to write every day, 'I miss you'.

From the moment he couldn't see her at the east entrance of the village, his heart began to be filled with a sour feeling, and every moment he wanted to go back and walk back to accompany her.

For a few days, everything seemed to be dreaming, but in this fast-paced dream, he couldn't see her, maybe the time he could really dream every day was too short, and he didn't have time to dream of her.

Last night, he was extremely tired but he had insomnia for most of the night, and since he couldn't dream of her, he thought about her with his eyes open, thinking of her.

Ruan Haocheng smiled bitterly, picked up the pen and wrote quickly.

There are a lot of things to write today, and he is afraid that before he finishes writing, the soldiers who went to the door will come back.

At that point, he would be embarrassed to dominate the big table.

An hour later, Ruan Haocheng, who had written five full pages, seemed to hear someone coming from the corridor outside the door.

Ruan Haocheng frowned helplessly, glanced at the notebook, and sighed softly.

"Daughter-in-law, I'll take time to write to you tomorrow, you have to take care of your body, and wait for me to come back to accompany you as soon as possible."

"Miss your Haocheng! 23 April 1986. ”

Ruan Haocheng hurriedly finished writing these two lines when he heard a knock on the door.