The student left. That night, Zhuangyan felt empty in her heart, as if she had lost something.

A few days later, the clerk Liao Huang came back from the brigade headquarters, held a large box of things in a cardboard box, and shouted while walking: "The squad leader of the Third Squadron has come out to get the letter!"

Then he threw the cardboard box on the ground, panting and crossed his waist, and said with annoyance: "You brought the girl with you, I didn't get anything, I have to carry the letter to you."

In that carton, ninety-nine percent were letters sent by the students.

"Xu Ning..."

"Deng Zhenliang..."

"solemn……"

"Liu Deyang..."

Liao Huang moved a bench, sat next to the cardboard box, and took a letter to read a name.

Several coaches and squad leaders gathered around, receiving letters like they received their salary from Liao Huang.

In the end, everyone held a stack of letters in their arms, but Wang Dazui could take them with one hand.

"It's gone?" he asked Liao Huang.

Liao shook his head: "It's gone."

"Will some of them not be finished? Some of them are still in the brigade headquarters?" Wang Dazui reached out and flipped through the cardboard box unwillingly. It was empty inside, and there was really nothing.

"These are heartless guys." Wang Dazui was about to cry without tears.

Veteran Liu Deyang said: "It seems that our captain is considerate and send our safest big mouth to take the girls."

Wang Dazui said: "Old Liu, what do you mean? What does it mean to be safe? What do those little girls know about movies? A group of members of the Appearance Association!"

The receipt of the letter hit Wang Dazui very much.

On the days when the recruits have not yet reported, receiving letters every day has become one of the most talked about activities for the coaches and squad leaders of the teaching brigade.

There are solemn letters.

The whole class of boys sent him a letter, and You Dahai wrote one every few days.

Not only that, many girls from the next class whom Zhuang Yan didn't even know him also sent letters to Zhuang Yan. He didn't even know how these girls got their names and could accurately write about what squadron and district teams.

This made Zhuangyan feel a little vain for a period of time.

It is hard to refuse the kindness. Since others send a letter, they have to reply to it themselves. That is a kind of politeness.

However, the frequency of dozens of letters a day is that Zhuangyan feels that the allowance is not enough to buy stamps.

Fortunately, the letters of the conscript are free. Write the seal and then take them to the brigade headquarters. You can stamp them with a triangle stamp on the communicator and send them directly without stamping them.

During those days, Zhuang Yan would lie beside the bed and reply to the students whenever he had time.

That seriousness is almost the same as the college entrance examination reviewer.

At first, Zhuang Yan was quite interested in replying to the letter.

What to write?

Of course, you can't write randomly.

Writing is just some words that encourage you to study hard and improve every day. Anyway, you are ambiguous and vague. Write your words to a high point. The purer the better.

The boys' letters were better, and some of the letters sent by girls were directly expressed in the letters, saying that they like you or something.

Every time Zhuang Yan looked at it, his heart pounded a few times and his face became slightly hot.

But they can always suppress their emotions. After all, the army has military discipline, and even young women at the resident do not need to fall in love, let alone students who have come here for military training.

Therefore, the letter is becoming more and more serious. At the end, I always forget to write a sentence before signing, "I wish you progress in your studies!"

Every day when receiving the letter, Zhuangyan's face had a smug smile, which was in sharp contrast with Wang Datong, who was about to jump off the building.

However, soon a veteran poured cold water on Zhuangyan.

Veteran Liu Deyang told Zhuang Yan that the first three months after the military training were the best time for students and instructors to have a letter or even two letters every week.

I took a class with dozens of people, and everyone sent it like this, and I could receive a thick stack of letters every time.

It’s not that there are other thoughts from the squad leader. Just like those who lead airlines, local police, banks and other departments, there will always be girls who look at each other and become the most enthusiastic pen pals.

However, the veteran cruelly told Zhuangyan that this was nothing but an illusion.

If you are a soldier, you have to remember that you are just a soldier and put yourself in the right position. Don’t think that when others call you an instructor during military training, you will think you are a character.

He said: "Don't take yourself too seriously! It's more like taking yourself too much! It's no big deal, it's really no big deal, you'll understand slowly."

Although Zhuang Yan admitted that the advice of veteran Liu Deyang was true, he was not very willing to accept it in his heart.

However, what is imminent at the moment is not what veteran Liu Deyang said, but the growing letters have filled the lockers.

According to regulations, the storage cabinet must be placed neatly. In addition to Maoxuan Dengxuan, there are several soldier readings published by the People's Liberation Army Press, it is not allowed to place too many personal belongings. Moreover, the storage cabinet is small and dozens of letters a day can no longer hold on.

He couldn't hold on and had no place to put it on, so Zhuangyan had to ask Liu Deyang how these veterans dealt with.

Liu Deyang squatted beside his storage locker, pulling out the letter and saying, "You are here just right. I am planning to process the letter. Are you going with me?"

Zhuang Yan was a little confused. When he heard this, he had some places to place these letters specifically on his feelings?

Liu Deyang walked out with a large stack of letters in his arms. Zhuangyan quickly returned to the garage room to get his letter and followed him.

He met Wang Dazui halfway through and heard that the two were going to deal with the letters from the students. Wang Dazui was also excited and took out more than twenty letters of his own and followed behind the two of them.

Liu Deyang left the garage and turned to a secluded place on the right side of the barracks.

There have never been many people coming there, a few trees and grass in the ground.

"Old Liu, what are we doing here?" Zhuang Yan felt that the place was different from what he imagined, so he hurriedly asked, "Where is there a place to send a letter here?"

Liu Deyang walked deep into the grass, pulled it a few times, and retrieved a broken pot with rusty stains.

Back in front of Zhuang Yan and Wang Dazui, he pulled out the pot and said, "Didn't you ask me how veterans used to deal with letters from students?"

"Yes..." Zhuang Yan and Wang Damu looked at each other, feeling that their answer seemed to lack the courage they had before.

Liu Deyang nudes his mouth at the broken pot on the ground: "Burn! Bring it all! This pot is the one that the squad leader of the teaching team has burned the credit for many years. I don't know how many years it has been left, and each squadron has a mouthful."

After saying that, he sat on the ground, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, picked out an exquisite and beautiful envelope from his letter, took out the letter inside, opened it, browsed it quickly, and sighed.

Then click the lighter and light the pink letterhead.
Chapter completed!