After agreeing to meet on Wednesday, Chen Zhiyun went back to the dormitory with a frown.

Chen Yan and Li Xiaoping also turned around and walked towards the campus gate.

"Chen Yan, do you think Senior Brother Chen can convince Ruan Haocheng?"

The man's back was straight, and he walked as if he was carrying the wind under his feet.

Li Xiaoping twisted her eyebrows slightly and thought about it, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

Yes, if you are wearing a very chic windbreaker, then you are like the boss of the bewitched boy in Hong Kong and Taiwan films, chic and handsome.

But his appearance of not being allowed to enter is not easy to get along with.

"The relationship between the few of them should be very good, I think Senior Brother Chen should be able to convince him."

I don't know who provoked him, but he seems to be in a bad mood today.

But his cold appearance is so handsome, just like the male protagonist who beats a group of opponents down in a martial arts movie.

He didn't wear a military uniform today, but if he did, he would be more handsome than today.

Could he be the volunteer comrade with whom he corresponded?

Remembering that the volunteer comrade described the task exactly as he did, she inexplicably felt that he must be him.

But why didn't he use his real name in his correspondence with her?

Chen Yan twisted her brows and returned to dormitory 502 on the fifth floor of the No. 9 dormitory building of Normal University with Li Xiaoping.

She pulled out two letters from her cupboard, sat down on the bed and read them.

Seeing that she took out the two letters that she had to look through almost every day, Li Xiaoping shook her head helplessly.

In September 1985, she grew up in junior high school under the pampering of her parents who worked in the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

When she reached junior high school, there was one thing that quickly aroused her great interest.

At that time, there was a popular thing in junior high school that little girls thought was very sacred, and that was to write letters to the volunteer brothers who were fighting on the front line.

She was so excited to learn from her classmates that she sent her first letter in October of that year.

However, not only that letter, but also every letter she sent every month after that, seemed to be lost.

Looking at the surrounding classmates holding the replies sent by the volunteer brothers on the front line one by one, Chen Yan's mood became inexplicably impatient.

Because she always thinks about the letter in her heart, she had excellent grades when she entered junior high school, but by the end of the second semester of the second semester of the second year of junior high school, she had slipped to the middle and lower reaches of the class.

Her parents' love for her seems to have gradually changed in the decline of her grades.

In the third year of junior high school, her parents were strict with her, and the most important thing was that she was not allowed to write letters to the front line anymore.

At the beginning of the school year, she borrowed a few cents from her classmates and secretly sent out a letter that she didn't hope to receive a reply.

By the beginning of October, she had not received a reply, so she gave up on writing again and began to prepare to write again.

However, looking at the happy appearance of the friends around her reading the letter, her heart could not return to study.

On impulse, she secretly sent out another letter.

Unlike the concern for her brothers in the Volunteer Army described in the content of the previous letters, in that letter, she cried with some grief and anger about the loss and pain of writing letters seriously from the first to the third year of junior high school, but not getting a reply.

And she also cried about the continuous decline in her academic performance in the past few years, and she was very pessimistic that she had no hope in her third year of junior high school.

What she didn't expect was that more than half a month later, she received a reply.

The letter was not long, only two short pages.

However, this letter told her that the soldiers on the front line did not necessarily see every letter they sent to the front line, and that after reading it, they might not have time to write back to them.