Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

"Bad boy, what did you just say?" After Jiang Shan left, Song Xikang walked out of the house, still holding a broomstick in his hand.

Seeing his mother's angry look, Song Xikang thought something bad in his heart. Her old man must have overheard what she just said. He immediately apologized and said with a smile: "Mom, you are deaf, you heard wrong. I meant a strong man or something, no."

What’s wrong with me!”

Hearing what her son said, Song Xikang's mother breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "You can learn your skills from Jiang Zhuangshi and be able to protect our village in the future. Come in and eat!"

Song Xikang sighed, walked into the house, wolfed down his meal, and ran out.

After his son left, his parents had no appetite to eat anymore.

"Daddy, your precious son is going to fight! Don't you care?" Mother Song folded her hands on her chest and sighed.

"What do you want me to do? Can he listen to me as a father?"

Song Xikang's father knew his son better than his father. He should have encouraged his son's thoughts, but when he thought about his eldest brother's family, he was still a little afraid, fearing that the Song family would be extinct...

"Why don't you go talk to Zhuangshi Jiang? That boy listens to Zhuangshi Jiang the most." Mother Song's eyes lit up when she thought of Jiang Shan.

Song Xikang's father also thought this was a good idea. He took a look outside and nodded: "It's almost dark. I'll go to my eldest brother's house early tomorrow morning to find Jiang Zhuangshi and ask him to help persuade Xiaokang."

The old couple took a few bites and then cleared the table.

On the other side, after Song Xikang ran out of the house, he summoned his friends. More than ten people gathered together and performed additional training according to the methods taught by Jiang Shan.

After practicing for about half an hour, everyone felt a little tired.

"I heard that officers and soldiers will come to recruit young men tomorrow. Is any of you willing to fight with me?" Song Xikang stood up and told everyone what he had learned.

After hearing the news, the young people in the village had mixed reactions: Some, like Song Xikang, were gearing up and eager to go to a real battlefield to demonstrate their learned skills;

The young men were somewhat disgusted by the story, not because they were in love with home, but because they were afraid of never coming back; what's more, after hearing the news, they ran away directly, returned home, and hid in the cellar, afraid to come out.

…

Everyone has his own ambitions. Song Xikang did not look down on those who were unwilling to join the army. Although he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, he had experienced a lot and knew that the battlefield was dangerous. His cousin was a vivid example.

"Everyone, think carefully when you go back. I want to be a hero like Brother Jiang!" Song Xikang was determined, looking at the sunset, and vowed.

The night gradually fell over, and after the training, the children went back to their homes to find their mothers.

After they left, Jiang Shan walked out from behind a big tree and shook his head helplessly. He didn't want to see Song Xikang and others go to the battlefield, because they were still too young, and fighting was not like fighting robbers.

If you use real swords and guns, you may lose your wealth and life.

Before darkness covered the village, Jiang Shan returned to the village chief's home.

After entering the house, he saw several porcelain bowls with food on the table. He knew that these were specially left for him by Song Xingwan. The nicer Song Xingwan was to him, the more uncomfortable Jiangshan felt. He didn't

Know what to give her in return.

In order not to let Song Xingwan's good intentions go cold, Jiang Shan finished the meal and then wanted to rinse the dishes and chopsticks.

"Leave me alone!" As soon as Jiang Shan picked up the bowls and chopsticks, Song Xingwan's voice sounded at the door.

It seems that Song Xingwan has been secretly paying attention to Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan watched Song Xingwan wash the dishes, then stopped her and said, "Xiao Kang told me everything in the past."

After Song Xingwan heard this, the bowl in her hand actually fell to the ground.

In the west room at this time, Song Zhi, who was about to fall asleep, heard the sound. He hurriedly stood at the door, opened the door a small gap, and took a sneak peek at the situation outside. Seeing that Jiang Shan and Song Xingwan were both there, he lay down with peace of mind.

Got to bed.

Song Xingwan turned her back to Jiangshan, her shoulders shaking slightly, as if she was crying.

Jiang Shan wanted to go over and hug Song Xingwan from behind, but he still resisted the impulse and stood beside Song Xingwan, stretched out his hand, and wiped Song Xingwan's tears with his sleeves.

Song Xingwan suddenly turned around, hugged Jiang Shan tightly, and said while crying: "I'm afraid of war! But I also want to go to the battlefield in person to avenge my brother!"

"When will the injustice be repaid?" Jiang Shan did not push Song Xingwan away. His hands naturally hung down and he did not dare to move.

"Brother Jiang, can you hug me?" Song Xingwan suddenly raised her head and looked at Jiangshan with tears in her eyes, "Just like my brother hugged me back then."

But I don’t know how your brother hugged you? Jiangshan complained endlessly in his heart, who cares, it’s just a hug, and he won’t get pregnant with the baby! Jiangshan stretched out his hands, gently held Song Xingwan’s forehead, and let him

She leaned on her chest.

"Brother, are you okay?" Song Xingwan murmured to herself. She really regarded Jiang Shan as her brother Song Xiwang...

Jiang Shan hopes so much in his heart that Song Xingwan really treats him like a big brother.

The two hugged each other for a long time, and Jiang Shan's legs became a little sore from standing there.

Song Xingwan reluctantly left Jiang Shan's embrace, wiped the wet tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered: "Brother Jiang, please go back and rest first."

After saying that, she began to lean down and pick up the broken pieces of the porcelain bowl on the ground.

"Ah!" Song Xingwan exclaimed in a low voice - maybe she was too anxious, and the fragment cut her jade hand.

Jiang Shan, who had just turned around, heard Song Xingwan's voice and hurriedly turned around and squatted down, pinched her wound, and asked comfortingly: "Are you okay? You go and rest, let me clean it up?"

Song Xingwan pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer. She pulled her hand back, wiped it on her body, shook her head and said, "It's okay! I'll do it."

Jiang Shan didn't say any more, he started directly and picked up the fragments on the ground randomly, not worrying about the sharp fragments.

Song Xingwan looked at Jiangshan's actions worriedly, and was relieved when she saw that Jiangshan's hands were not cut.

After returning to the room, she stared at her fingers under the oil lamp. It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart. Song Xingwan felt that it was not just her fingers that were bleeding, but her heart was bleeding as if she had been pricked by a needle.

From now on, treat Brother Jiang as an older brother!

Even though Song Xingwan had a crush on Jiang Shan, she had no choice but to fall in love with him already, so she could only take a step back from her love and turn it into family affection.