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Chapter two hundred and seventy seventh holiday

Chapter 277: Vacation

On the early morning of New Year's Eve in 1980, the soldiers at the base were awakened from their sleep by the whistle for the first time. When the first soldier opened his eyes and looked at the rising sun outside the window, he was stunned. What's wrong with this today?

"Hurry up, everyone!" The soldiers woke up the soldiers around them one after another.

"Look, everyone, why are there no gathering whistles when dawn?"

"Yes, what's going on?"

The soldiers put on their coats and ran to the window to look out. The learning in the second half of the night made the entire base covered in silver, and this was not a reason to shock the soldiers.

A large banner on the office building reads "Happy New Year". The huge word "Fu" is posted on both sides of the main entrance of the office building, and the soldiers can see it clearly in the dormitory.

I opened the door and prepared to go out to ask what happened today. With a shout, everyone turned around. There was a cardboard box at the door, which contained new underwear, new socks, couplets on both sides of the door, and the word "Fu" had been pasted. In the entire dormitory corridor, ribbons filled with the New Year atmosphere were hung on the roof.

Throughout the base, overnight, the cold military camp was no longer cold, and the festive New Year atmosphere was everywhere.

It seems that there is nothing strange about the small decoration, but you need to know how big the base is, how many soldiers' dormitories are, and everything gives the soldiers a New Year atmosphere.

Spontaneously assembled in the training ground, including female soldiers.

"Today is New Year. There is no training. Everyone should have breakfast in the cafeteria. Today, in the base, everything about you is free!" Long San's voice came from the speaker.

"Oh!!" The rare rest made the soldiers more excited. Looking at the expressions of everyone around, everyone knew that these changes in the base must be the result of the instructors' efforts in the middle of the night, just to give everyone a feeling of the New Year.

Walking into the cafeteria, the hot eight-treasure porridge, pure meat-filled buns, and exquisite side dishes made the soldiers' appetite greatly increase. Pang Bin, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, paused the soldiers' footsteps. Instructor Pang's horror had already touched the soldiers. Here, everyone gave a great discount to the aroma of the meal. The habitual thinking made them resist breakfast, fearing that some of them would train their visual and taste.

"Don't worry, today is the Chinese New Year. Instructor Pang specially cooked eight-treasure porridge for you. This is his specialty. Let's try it!" Xiaojun walked into the cafeteria and stood beside Pang Bin and shouted to the soldiers.

"It smells so good!"

"Thank you, Instructor Pang!"

The fragrant and smooth taste of Eight Treasure Porridge makes the soldiers have a great appetite and a very good appetite. Everyone is very satisfied with eating it.

The sudden rest made the soldiers feel uncomfortable. After all, the compact training every day has made everyone get used to it. Such idle days make them itchy all over.

Looking at the snow in the training ground, the soldiers picked up the snow cleaning tools to be exercised after meals and cleaned the snow in the entire training ground.

Song Jingwen walked into Xiaojun's office and saw him standing at the window with a cigarette, slowly walked to him, pushed the window open, emitting smoke from the house, and snatched the cigarette from his mouth and extinguished it.

"Stop smoking, your cigarettes are a bit too frequent recently, and your body has been done!" Song Jingwen spent most of the time in the past month, and she spent much less time working as a secretary for Xiaojun. Every time she came to his office, she saw a room full of smoke.

Song Jingwen knew that he needed to worry about a series of problems such as the upgrade of training intensity, the large consumption of materials, the nutritional guarantee of soldiers, and so on. Song Jingwen finally knew the purpose of delegating all the training instructions of the base to the Long Yi brothers and the instructors, and memorizing these trivial matters alone. In the early stages of creation, many things here and there required a lot of energy to pave the way.

Although the state gives full support to the Military Security Bureau, the following specific contact work still needs to be handled by the Military Security Bureau itself. Every day, Song Jingwen found that the lights in Xiaojun's office would go out very late. Sometimes, at her desk outside, she would hear Xiaojun shouting loudly at the person contacting the other end of the phone on the phone, seeking more subsidies and benefits for the soldiers at the base, and also fighting for various needs of the base, a psychological test that is more tiring than training.

Xiaojun really didn't know what attitude to treat Song Jingwen. Naturally, the superiors could not do it to their subordinates. He could not do it with an indifferent attitude, and it was impossible to accept it. So when Song Jingwen took the initiative, the relationship between the two became a little ambiguous. Song Jingwen was also the only person in the entire base who dared to say no to Xiaojun, the director, and occasionally "manage" him in a certain aspect.

"You secretary is too concerned about it. You dare to even take care of the daily life of the leader?" Xiaojun sat back on the chair and said in a dissatisfaction.

Song Jingwen ignored him, picked up the teacup and brewed a cup of tea for him, gently placed it on his desk, and said gently: "I know you are upset. Drink more tea. If you smoke too much, you will not be good for your health. Don't worry me, okay?"

Xiaojun really has no choice but to Song Jingwen, and has been blaming himself for not being tough enough and unable to speak directly. Although there is a soft-hearted factor in this, it is more of a kind of love that Xiaojun himself is unwilling to admit.

Song Jingwen seemed to have captured what Xiaojun thought, and always had a soft tone. She treated Xiaojun with softness. The stingy look that appeared in the past completely disappeared. Every time, no matter how impatient Xiaojun was, she would patiently show her gentle side. He seemed to have captured Xiaojun and just took this trick. This is true, Xiaojun did take this trick.

"I understand, you seem much more relaxed recently. It seems that those female soldiers have adapted to the life of the base. Don't you have to bother you, the medical officer and team leader?" Xiaojun leaned on the chair, closed his eyes, and said slowly.

"Haha, they have adapted to the life of the base. Recently, they rarely say that you are a devil, especially this morning, they said that you, the director, are quite humane? Give everyone a surprise in the New Year!" When Song Jingwen woke up in the morning, she was also stunned by the changes in the base. The cold instructors and Xiaojun looked like they did when they were doing these jobs late at night. Some of them could not imagine that such things could be done by them.

"I can't go home during the Chinese New Year, do you miss home?" Xiaojun picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The tea Song Jingwen made recently became more and more suitable for her taste.

"There is no choice but to miss home. Your chief, the home of you, is in Tianjing and has never been out of the camp. How dare I, a small medical officer, ask for leave?" Song Jingwen looked at Xiaojun with a slightly resentful look, and it was not until he turned his head that he showed a naughty smile.

"After the New Year, the base's daily work and training have also stabilized. After the New Year, the base will add some new staff, and new people will come to the medical department. You can take a leave to go home after a few days!"

"You have already communicated with the superiors!" Song Jingwen was stunned when she heard Xiaojun's words. The meaning of this sentence was already very obvious. The current training results have been recognized by the superiors. The increase in bases indicates that the Military Security Bureau will be expanded again, and the expansion also indicates that the existence of the Military Security Bureau has been recognized.

Xiaojun nodded, and did not speak anymore. He closed his eyes and rested for a while. He knew that the person who came to deliver goods from the Tianjing Military Region was about to arrive, and he didn't know what Zhou Weimin's surprise was?

Song Jingwen closed the window for Xiaojun, looked at him, and then instructed: "Smoke less cigarettes! You are so young and have such a big addiction to smoking. I really don't know how your body can bear it!"

Alas, how do you know that nicotine has no effect on my body, and smoking is just a boring act. This is my biggest secret, a secret that even Xiaoyu and her parents have never told.

Xiaojun lit another cigarette and leaned on the chair to rest.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, Song Jingwen pushed the door and walked in: "The convoy of the Tianjing Military Region is here, hey, why are you smoking again?" Hey, walked to Xiaojun, snatched the cigarette in his hand in anger, and dug him hard.

Xiaojun has become accustomed to Song Jingwen's "nothing business" of slapping her, and she has no chance of victory when defending her woman.

Xiaojun stood up, walked to the window, and through the window, he saw several military trucks and several small cars slowly driving into the base gate. Among them, Zhou Weimin's special car was in the queue.

"Let's go down to welcome me. The commander of the Tianjing Military Region is here!" Xiaojun put on his clothes, tidyed up, and walked downstairs first.

"Ah!" Song Jingwen was shocked. The commander of the Tianjing Military Region is the top leader of the Chinese army. What is the purpose of coming here during the New Year?

A flash of thought emerged in Song Jingwen's mind. Could it be that she was here to spend the New Year with us? No, it should be impossible. It is only possible to come here to give us some condolences.
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