"Dongdongdongdongdong..."

The knock on the door woke Li Kuiyong from his sleep. The sun shone in through the gauze window, and the melodious sound of violin came from outside the window, occasionally mixed with a few girl's laughter.

Li Kuiyong opened his eyes, pressed his swollen head with one hand, and supported his body with the other. His head hurt after the hangover as if it was about to crack.

Old Man Ning has definitely planned for a long time, absolutely!

Last night, he actually arranged all the cadres of the regiment, all the teachers and some veterans to welcome the new training section chief, and toasted them one after another. Wu Song from Jingyanggang could not withstand it...

The knock on the door was still ringing, and it was annoying like a ghost chasing the life.

"Report to the court if you have something to do, and leave the court if you have nothing to do!"

Li Kuiyong said in an irritable voice.

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat breakfast..."

A nice and charming voice came from outside the door.

"I know, I know."

Li Kuiyong responded weakly, half-opening and half-closing his eyes to explore the clothes and pants at the foot of the bed.

"Hurry up."

The sound outside is a bit playful.

Li Kuiyong put on his clothes in a daze, opened the door, and leaned against the door frame.

Qin Ling stood beside him and saw him coming out, his moist cherry lips raised a beautiful arc, and on one side, He Xiaoman, who was slightly cramped behind her, showed her. She was holding a plate with a bowl of millet porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of pickled vegetables.

Li Kuiyong's eyes burned the little girl. She immediately lowered her head and said in a vain:

"Brother...I've had dinner..."

A thick finger reached over, pressed against her chin, and helped her raise her head little by little.

"How can you hide your eyes with such beautiful eyes?"

He Xiaolan's face turned red.

She wanted to bow her head again, but unfortunately she failed, so she had to beg to look at her "brother" and hoped that she would summon her fingers back.

"I'll take it back if I don't bow my head."

Li Kuiyong said happily, as if he had the ability to read the mind.

He Xiaoman mustered up the courage and whispered:

“No low, no low…”

Qinling captured the big hand that was causing trouble and squeezed into the door with Li Kuiyong's body. The beauty and softness formed a sharp contrast with the door frame behind him. A warm fragrance penetrated into Li Kuiyong's nostrils, and he woke up by more than half of the hangover.

He was stunned for a moment, and then stopped and said with a smile:

"Come in quickly, have you two eaten? Do you want to be together?"

Qin Ling ignored him. She had already become the role of "virtuous wife". She folded Li Kuiyong's quilt into tofu pieces, opened the window and dispersed the dirty smell of alcohol in the room.

He Xiaoman didn't wait for Qinling's answer, so she had to say weakly:

"Brother, we've eaten..."

Put the plate on the table, carefully arranged the plate after plate, put the chopsticks at the mouth of the bowl, hesitated for a moment, then took it down and placed it next to the plate of pickled vegetables, looked at Li Kuiyong and retreated aside.

Li Kuiyong sighed secretly, stepped forward and touched her head, and was shocked.

"Hey, you cut your hair again?"

When I took off my hat, I saw that the Sphinx turned into a short inch.

He Xiaoman was startled and shrank apart. She held the corner of her clothes with her hands down and lowered her head to speak.

"I cut it, my hair is dead and I can't comb it... When this crop grows out, I will take good care of it every day. In a few months, I will be a beautiful hair!"

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"Okay, you'll get into the role so soon?"

Qin Ling turned around and looked at him burntly:

"What character?"

"Little maid!"

"snort!"

Qin Ling was angry and sat on the bed, angrily saying:

"Eat your meal, the foolish lord!"

Li Kuiyong glanced at He Xiaoman, and saw that she ran away with her eyes cleverly again, pretending to be nothing, she was almost conditioned reflex...

The black eyes of the whole group of the most breezes, but they are used to make the eyes of the scattered eyes, which makes people speechless.

I sat down in a depressed manner and took a sip of millet porridge, which was quite hot.

"Manman, sit down and chat?"

He Xiaoman nodded, pulled the chair opposite Li Kuiyong, and her butt was close to the front of the chair.

"Manman, did you live with Teacher Qin last night?"

He Xiaolan nodded again, and when she saw Li Kuiyong still staring at her, she added:

"Yesterday afternoon, Teacher Qin went to the dormitory to help me move all my things...just next to you..."

She hadn't spoken like this for a long time, and subconsciously wanted to lower her head and say it, but she was afraid that Li Kuiyong would reach out to her chin, so she simply put her elbow on the table first, and supported her chin with two small fists.

Li Kuiyong is so happy that this girl is still cute!

After taking a big sip of millet porridge, the hot air filled the stomach that was filled with the washboard, and it felt much more comfortable.

"Manman, what do you call her by Teacher Qin?"

"Sister-in-law...uh, Sister Qin!"

A trace of secret cunning flashed through her dark pupils, she definitely did it on purpose.

But Li Kuiyong didn't seem to understand the first half, and bite the steamed bun and said vaguely:

"Well, Sister Qin... Dear sister, you can just call me sister!"

He Xiaoman whispered:

"I understand, brother..."

Qinling gave Li Kuiyong a disappointed look. The revolution has not been successful yet, and the little girl still needs to work hard...

With his brothers and sisters, He Xiaoman finally had a light in her eyes.

However, she did not find that the art troupe has been very serious in training these days. Even the blanket skills that have always been in motion have been well-trained, and everyone has followed the clockwork...

This has nothing to do with self-consciousness, the main reason lies in He Xiaoman.

No matter where this girl is, the section chief brother like Zhong Kui will sit there in her sight, remembering something in a thick notebook. Occasionally, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle...

What are you remembering?

Those who do not practice the exercises seriously are still...

Of course, it’s not that anyone bullied He Xiaoman, who dares to bully her now. Even the teachers were like quails, and their words dropped by eight degrees, for fear of scaring this girl!

Li Kuiyong did not do it on purpose. He knew that He Xiaolan was extremely insecure. Anyway, she was idle and she was bored to write books in the house. She followed her out and enjoyed the scenery while writing while watching the scenery. How good is it?

A month later, the art troupe received a notice that it would follow the large army to train and march to the mountainous areas in northwestern Sichuan for seven days for military training.

It is not an emergency. The art troupe "plays" a real soldier once a year. It only takes routine target shooting and bomb drop training during these seven days.

This is the scope of responsibility for the training department, but it has nothing to do with Li Kuiyong. Political Commissar Ning has long arranged all matters to the two deputy section chiefs. According to the spirit of the military district's documents, Li Kuiyong only needs-

Rehabilitate for peace of mind...

Talented men and beautiful people are not resistant to this. To them, "playing as soldiers" is just playing games, you can not practice martial arts, you can live up to the gun, you can use compressed biscuits as snacks, and you can really fight and fall while "touching the whistle"...

There is a headache. Before entering the camp, you need to marche thirty kilometers.

This opponent's beauty who was powerless to tie a chicken was simply tormenting. Their feet were dancing on the wooden floor in soft-soled shoes, not wading through mud in the ravine of strange rocks...

It happened that the rain this year was very abundant, with heavy and light drizzling all the way, and the ground was wet and slippery, making the beauty who was already unable to walk on thin ice.

Before we reached halfway, everyone became cold mud.

Li Kuiyong was carrying He Xiaoman's backpack. He had long been left by some eyes, so he just hung seven or eight meters behind He Xiaoman, and didn't even join the team. He was like a supervisor...

Therefore, the beauty in suffering had to grit her teeth and "play the role of a soldier" in a stern manner.

Sometimes I encounter streams, and the beauty is intimidated. At this time, although the water in northwest Sichuan is not frozen, it is also cold and bone-black. Those pairs of thin and tender feet crawl into it, isn’t it frozen?

Without saying a word, Li Kuiyong took two steps to pick up He Xiaolan. In the eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred, he hugged her and waded through the cold stream, and then gently put it down.

"Manman, can you still walk?"

He Xiaolan's shy ankles are all red. If she could live until fifty years later, she would definitely make such an evaluation of the situation at that time--
To be continued...