Reporting, I Have Been Reborn

Chapter 222 is merciful

In the dining hall in the evening, the soldiers saw the battalion commander hiding away. For fear that the sentence was wrong, the battalion commander would train them again tomorrow.

Wei Zhenhui ate dinner expressionlessly and walked to the dormitory. He lives on the third floor and the opposite is Wu Feng.

Wei Zhenhui returned to the room and sat at the table, racking his brains to write a reply to his little wife. Last time, she was busy dealing with Su Hong's affairs and neglected his little daughter-in-law, and the girl got angry.

When Wei Zhenhui was in school, he was excellent in character and academics, and he never had a love letter. Writing an 800-character essay will not trouble him, writing a 5,000-word report will not trouble him, and writing a battle plan of tens of thousands of words will not trouble him.

Now, writing a letter to his wife is really stumped. He really regretted it. At that time, when he was at the same table writing love letters to the girls, he still looked disdainful, and they asked him to look at it, so he directly pushed back. Now think about it, even if you have seen it once!

Wei Zhenhui wrote several openings in a row, and was not satisfied, so he rubbed it and threw it into the trash can.

His dormitory was facing the street. Just as he was thinking about scratching his head, he heard several platoon leaders wrangling underneath. Wei Zhenhui put on his clothes and went out.

After a while, there were waves of crying and crying on the training ground.

"Battalion commander, be merciful, next time you are writing a letter, we will not dare to yell loudly." The platoon leader was wronged. He said that he brought a few recruits to dinner and was familiar with the military area and was caught by the commander. .

"Battalion commander, you are merciful. You really can’t write it out. I graduated from junior high school. I will write it for you. When I went to school, I wrote love letters. Basically, I wrote one every week. I wrote it to you!" The second platoon commander and the battalion commander, I share your expressions with you.

The long row was so angry that they raised their hands and slapped the head of the second row on the forehead, "You were kicked in the head by a donkey. The battalion commander graduated from high school and got the first place in the school. Do you need your help writing?"

The second platoon leader looked aggrieved, "Well, I didn't say anything."

Wei Zhenhui cleaned up the two of them, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little, "Second platoon leader, have you written a love letter?"

The second platoon leader was taken aback, and then reacted and gave a military salute, "Yes, battalion commander."

"Write ten letters in the evening and give it to me tomorrow morning." Wei Zhenhui turned around and left.

The remaining platoon leader and the second platoon leader were dumbfounded. Their battalion commander really couldn't write letters!

Wei Zhenhui went to bed after taking a shower. They went to bed at 10 o'clock.

This night, Wei Zhenhui had a dream, and in the middle of the night, he woke up from the dream but could not sleep anymore.

He dreamed of Su Mian, Su Mian wearing a nurse uniform, smiling brightly at him while he was lying on the operating table.

In the dream, he should have been seriously injured, and it was the last time Doctor Gao who gave him the chief sword. The injured part was exactly the same, and he also asked not to take anesthetics.

Su Mian stuffed a small bundle of gauze into his mouth. She seemed to be frightened and almost threw the thermometer in her hand on the ground.

He remembered that she unbuttoned his shirt, and her eyes widened when she saw the wound.

She probably didn't know him, didn't hug him directly like that time.

During the entire operation, Su Mian was working as Doctor Gao's assistant. She was a little rushed, not even as calm as she is now.

He had never seen her in such a panic, the panic she should have at her age.

Wei Zhenhui put on his clothes and went to the balcony. Looking at the watery night, the cold wind hit him a lot, making him sober. It was probably only after reading Su Mian’s letter today that he dreamed of being so real. scene.

Su Mian is still a student at all, how could he be a nurse in the army? And this time he was injured and the nurse who took care of him was Su Hong.

(End of this chapter)