Vol 2 Chapter 4428: Letter (Happy Holidays)
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Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around!
- Straight to the Blue Skies
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- 2021-04-11 11:56:55
Chapter 4428 Letters (Happy Holidays)
When I thought of J5, both of them were in a deep mood. Xia Jinyuan, who was holding the umbrella, did not know when she took Ye Jian’s hand. The two hands held each other tightly, and even the fingertips passed the same sadness.
Silent all the way, only holding hands.
The rain "哗哗" rinses, the whole world becomes a transparent rain curtain, stepping on the fallen leaves, Ye Jane returns to the bedroom with a wet.
"See you tomorrow, Xia team." Ye Jian stepped into the corridor on the first floor and waved to the man who had not advanced further in the rain: "Get some rest early."
"Well, you have to rest early, see you tomorrow." Xia Jinyuan waved his hand with a smile. "Go back to the bedroom, dream."
"Good dreams."
The rain patted the umbrella surface and made a "squeaky" sound. The men's trousers under the umbrella were all wet, and the other shoulders were all wet, and he did not feel it. The front umbrella was slightly lifted up to allow him to look at it. Give her more to leave.
A summer short-sleeved military lining fabric is relatively thin, wet and wet all over the skin, sketching his strong shoulder and arm strong texture, he stood until Ye Jian went to the stairs.
The night is very dark and the rain is big. In the rainy night, the man with the umbrella is tall and straight, like a sword and a sword. He is sharp and straight and stands for a long time. The young lieutenant colonel's pace is moving, and the figure is gradually moving away.
Ye Jian, who climbed to the fourth floor, glanced downstairs and saw only the shadow in the rain screen, and the pace was always firm.
J5's sacrifice, the most painful and most painful is the summer team as the captain. He once told her that as the captain, with his comrades out, he has the responsibility to bring his comrades back alive.
J5 who went out to fight together sacrificed...
Even if two years will pass, J5 is still the scar in the heart of the summer team, never healed, slightly mentioned, the wounds that have not healed are immediately torn and bloody.
"Summer team..."
The wind and rain swept away. Jane was low and low, and his heart was very heavy and stuffy. Even if there were countless breaths, there was no way to relax. In the end, Ye Jian simply held his hands on the corridor handrail. One person stood and said that it took ten minutes to return to the dormitory.
Xia Jinyuan returned to the foreign guest building in addition to the waistline position, the clothes were not wet, and the rest were all wet. After five minutes, he had a short hair and a water drop. He could wear short sleeves and walk out of the single bathroom.
Holding a dark green military towel in his hand, he arbitrarily moved his hair and sat on the single bed. After that, he seemed to want to get up and do something, and he felt that nothing was needed. He held some wet towels. Sitting like a sculpture for a long time.
I didn’t even move my eyes, I kept staring at somewhere on the ground.
He was sitting alone, not knowing how long it took to get up and dry the towel in his hand. He didn't sleep immediately, sat down in front of the desk and pulled out the drawer, and took out countless letters.
The sender is different and the recipient is the same person.
"Good brother J5."
All are written to J5 one person.
Xia Jinyuan did not read the contents of the envelope. He only counted one letter. After the number was finished, he took out his letter, folded the envelope bag that was not sealed, and took out the letter paper that he had folded and folded.
"Brother, I have been working for a year and eight months since you left. I have performed many tasks with my brothers. The brothers are all good. Besides the old wounds and the new injuries, they are not dead. They are all dead. They are all alive. come back."
"You said that we must all be alive. As a result, the only one who is less than you, you, you, J5, the brothers often think of you alone, the bullets hit the body and don’t cry, the man, just think of you, I have to pick up a few dice."
(End of this chapter)