During dinner in the cafeteria in the evening, the soldiers hid when they saw the battalion commander, fearing that what he said was wrong and that the battalion commander would punish them again tomorrow.
Wei Zhenhui ate dinner and walked to the dormitory expressionlessly. He lived on the third floor, opposite Wu Feng.
Wei Zhenhui returned to the house and sat at the table, racking his brains to write a reply to his young wife. Last time, he was busy dealing with Su Hong's affairs and neglected his little wife, which made this girl lose her temper.
When Wei Zhenhui was in school, he was excellent both in character and academics, but he never received any love letters. It is not difficult for him to write an 800-word essay, it is not difficult for him 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 wife is really difficult. He really regretted it. At that time, his deskmate kept writing love letters to girls, and he looked disdainful. When people asked him to help them read them, he pushed them back. Now that I think about it, it would be great to have seen it even once!
Wei Zhenhui wrote several beginnings in a row, but he was not satisfied with it, so he just rubbed it and threw it in the trash can.
His dormitory faced the street, and when he was scratching his head and thinking, he heard several platoon leaders arguing below. Wei Zhenhui put on his clothes and went out.
After a while, there were waves of cries of crying for father and mother on the training ground.
"Battalion Commander, please forgive me. Next time you write a letter, we won't dare to yell loudly." The platoon leader was wronged. He said he was taking a few recruits to get acquainted with the military area during dinner, but he was caught by the battalion commander. .
"Battal Commander, I'll be merciful, you really can't write it. I've graduated from junior high school, so I'll help you write it. I wrote a lot of love letters when I was in school. I basically wrote one letter a week. I liked every good-looking girl in school. I wrote it!" The second platoon commander looked like the battalion commander, I will share your worries and solve your problems.
The first platoon commander was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped the second platoon commander on the forehead, "You were kicked in the head by a donkey. The battalion commander graduated from high school and ranked first in the school. Do you need your help with writing?"
The second platoon leader looked aggrieved, "That's it, I didn't say anything."
Wei Zhenhui cleaned up the two of them, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little, "Second Platoon Commander, have you ever written a love letter?"
The second platoon leader was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing and gave a military salute, "Yes, battalion commander."
"Write ten letters tonight and give them to me tomorrow morning." After Wei Zhenhui said that, he turned around and left.
The first platoon commander and the second platoon commander were left dumbfounded. Their battalion commander really didn't know how to write letters!
Wei Zhenhui took a shower and went to bed. They went to bed at 10 o'clock.
That night, Wei Zhenhui had a dream. In the middle of the night, he woke up from his dream but could not fall asleep again.
He dreamed of Su Mian, who was wearing a nurse's uniform and smiling brightly at him while he was lying on the operating table.
In the dream, he must have been seriously injured, and the surgeon who performed his surgery was still Dr. Gao from last time. The injured area was exactly the same, and he also requested no anesthesia.
Su Mian stuffed a small bundle of gauze into his mouth. She seemed frightened and almost threw the thermometer on the ground.
He remembered her opening his shirt and her already big eyes widening when she saw the wound.
She probably didn't know him, so she didn't hug him directly like that time.
During the entire operation, Su Mian was working as Dr. Gao's assistant. She was a little in a hurry and was not even as calm as she is now.
He had never seen her so panicked, it was the panic she should have at that age.
Wei Zhenhui put on his clothes and went to the balcony, looking at the watery night. The cold wind came one after another, which made him sober. Perhaps it was reading Su Mian's letter today that made him dream such a real thing. scene.
Su Mian is still a student, how can she be a nurse in the army? And this time when he was injured, the nurse who took care of him was Su Hong.