Chapter 351: Write a love letter

Although in the name of the captain's brother, Song Ye did not stay with Qin Zhan all day. After the day's training was completed, he had to go to theory classes at night.
Time seems to pass silently through the fingers, but many things are also secretly changing. For example, the four recruits are becoming more familiar with the rules and gradually become old churros. The veterans also watched Song Ye from the beginning. China changed its attitude and was impressed by the talent and potential shown by the teenager.
More importantly, after hearing that the young man was the No. 1 student in the middle school entrance examination in Luo Province, he learned theoretical knowledge at night, and Song Ye's positions around it became a hot spot. Because many people are young soldiers and haven't read a few years of books, carrying guns on the battlefield can be very easy, but they don't know a lot of words.
Even after the three wolves had written the three-thousand-character summary review within an hour of seeing Song Ye for the first time, they were shocked.
And in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, there were one or two pairs of eyes always peeping in the dark.
That night, it was ten o'clock after the theory class. The big guys were all rushing to take a bath to occupy their seats. Song Ye also went to Qin Zhan to take a hot bath in a hurry. When he went out, he was quiet around. No one has walked out.
Qin Zhan's room was separated from the team members' dormitory. After Song Ye bypassed several cabins, he noticed that someone was following him.
In the Eagles' training base, few people patrolled the guards in the middle of the night, but the surveillance cameras covered all directions, and it was impossible for foreign enemies to invade without being detected.
Song Ye groaned under his heart, his footsteps were still intact, and his body disappeared into the corner instantly when he turned around a corner.
In the dark, the footsteps of the comer are very stable, and the steps are not heavy. It can be seen that the training is good, and the skill is not bad. Suddenly, the fist had already come on.
Bang Bang, Song Ye's punching speed is very fast, one blow hit the opponent's facade, the other blow has forced the opponent to a dead end, the wind of the fist wiped the air aggressively, and politely greeted the other person.
While the other side was tracking and anti-sneak attack, a demon was already on the downside, but still struggled with Song Ye in the dark for a while before hitting his chest with a kick and hitting the wall without moving.
As soon as the two parties separated, Song Ye saw the man's face in front of him, and after a moment's glance, he sneered, "Zhang, don't sleep in the middle of the night, what can you tell me?"
That's right, it's Zhang Kui.
It's just that Zhang Kui has never dared to provoke her since the last time the dormitory was beaten by them. He never dared to follow her today.
"Hisse, I didn't mean to be silent." Zhang Kui on the ground, covering her chest, drew in the air, suspecting that her bones would crack again. But to the sneer on Shang Songye's face, he was inexplicably indifferent, and his rebuttal was as small as a mosquito.
"Oh?" A big man was sitting pitifully in the corner, and Song Ye wanted to hear what the goods wanted to do.
When Zhang Kui saw Song Ye didn't plan to ask him, scratching his head, he was a little overwhelmed, but suddenly he had the courage and gritted his teeth, and he decided to give it a try. "Song, Song Ye, I want to ask you a favor. "
help? Song Ye Mei moved a little surprised. Zhang Kui is very high-spirited. He is an old-fashioned man. He is a straight-hearted and determined thing. He hates people who ca n’t pull back ten cows. Otherwise, he wo n’t be snatched by a mediocre second in a few years. .
She thought that Zhang Kui would never give her up even if she didn't bother her.
This out today is quite new.
Zhang Kui saw that Song Ye was still and did not expect that she would be more understanding, simply took something out of her pocket, and quickly said the silent lines in her heart, "I want you to help me copy a letter ,please."
The words fell, Zhang Kuili immediately bent down and bowed at ninety degrees, holding his hands flat, his body stretched into a stone.
Song Ye was startled by the other party's battle. He stared at the squared paper folded in his opponent's hands, curious. This stinky, hard-skinned thing whispers to himself just for a letter?
As soon as Song Ye opened the paper and swept up to the first line, he immediately understood.
This is a love letter.
"I, I have a holiday home in two days, and want to sort out this letter, but some words, I don't understand, can you help me?" Zhang Kui kept the bowing posture and did not dare to look up, his face Already rose into red.
He is twenty-seven, and in his village, children can usually make soy sauce. Only he is an old man. In fact, Zhang Kui had a favorite girl in her heart, but this time she went back, and he couldn't stay long, fearing that she was stupid and unclear, so she thought about writing a letter to express her heart.
But his level of education was limited. He was approaching the holiday and hadn't finished the dictionary. In a hurry, he dared to find Song Ye.
He has seen Song Ye ’s commentary posted on the bulletin board. The font is very beautiful, and it is clean that little girls will like.
The boxy letter paper has been folded many times, and there is a lot of writing on it. The pencil characters have been altered by the eraser. In some places, the corners have been worn out. There are also several homophones.
The level of this letter, that is, the composition of elementary school students, can be seen that it took a lot of thought.
Song Ye looked at this thin piece of paper, and the calm heart was suddenly touched, for the innocent emotions of this era.
By the time this touch was over, she had already brought the letter back to her, but it was only a few hundred words left and right.
Before the lights went out at night, she found a new stationery and rolled it out. After combing Zhang Kui's primary school students' sentences, she wrote them in a brush.
Dong Qian rolled over, seeing the boy writing something there, stretching his head over, and thinking about what eight major disciplines Song Yezhengwei was sitting in, copying it carefully, and immediately sprayed out, "Well ... you are Fire, I am the seed, only for you to burn. You are the wind, I am the sand, lingering apart. You are my pistachio, you ca n’t sleep day and night ...
I ca n’t read it later, because Dong Qian had fallen down on the bed, almost smiling.
"Most of the night, what a wind." Ding Li glanced at him, extremely disgusting.
Where could Dong Qian be so angry that he stretched out his trembling hand and kept pumping at the corner of his mouth, "It's not me, it's Song Ye, he writes a love letter."