Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   Su Haitang's consciousness was already blurred, and she just mechanically dragged her two legs forward.

   A book of 300 Tang poems was recited twice, and at the end, it was like playing a recording, which was automatically played back in her mind.

  The little fox jumped into Cheng Yuanzheng's pocket so tired, he slept sweetly with his tail in his arms, and didn't wake up at dawn.

   Cheng Yuanzheng took off his coat early, put down the water bottle, packed lightly, and ran with her all night in silence.

  The night sky in the mountains is high and far, the stars are numerous and clear, and a crescent moon hangs in the sky, even if the morning light is twilight, it is clearly visible.

The    exhaled breath quickly disappeared in the cold air, and a layer of frost fell on the decaying grass on the outer edge of the training ground.

   The morning light and mountains are as peaceful as a poem, and he and she are the people in the poem.

   Cheng Yuanzheng ran regularly, and it was nothing to him to stay overnight. If he didn't have any real skills, he wouldn't be able to sit in the position of special forces captain.

   From now on, she will always be there for you, no matter if you are training or doing missions.

   and little fox.

   is like a loving family of three, living and dying together.

   Cheng Yuanzheng became more and more joyful the more he thought about it. Facing the rising sun, he took a deep breath of the refreshing morning air.

   "The purple air is coming from the east, hello, a new day!"

  Puff.

   His partner who had been following silently by his side fell to the ground, and he did not catch it in time.

   Cheng Yuanzheng, who rarely gave birth to a poetic picture, became angry with shame. He hurriedly bent down and picked up his comatose daughter-in-law, and ran to the barracks.

"fall down?"

   "Finally down!"

   "It's time to fall too."

  The passing recruits talked a lot, and someone enthusiastically pointed the direction of the clinic.

   Cheng Yuanzheng didn't say a word, he turned to the clinic, kicked the door, didn't say hello, and put Su Haitang on the hospital bed.

   "What's the matter?" The two hygienists who were eating breakfast raised their heads, put down their chopsticks and trotted over.

   "Exhausted, take saline."

  Cheng Expedition explained the situation, and the imperative tone could not be rejected.

   Huang Xiaoli reacted.

   "Is this the recruit who ran all night? Call, Su Haitang, right? He just ran into a dizzy? He's cruel enough to himself."

  Wang Ping brought the potion, pulled Su Haitang's left hand, wiped the alcohol cotton ball, and prepared to stick the needle.

   "You didn't run all night, did you? I just fainted now, I'm in good health."

   Cheng Yuanzheng frowned, a little disgusted by the two hygienists who talked a lot, but looking at the slender needle, he had to endure.

   "Are you her partner? You also ran with her all night? Lie down and rest for a while, there is an empty bed."

  Wang Ping hung up the hanging bottle and greeted Cheng Yuanzheng, who was steaming hot, with a mother-in-law smile on her face.

   These young couples have such a good relationship!

   "No. You can issue a sick note, and I'll go and ask her for leave."

   Cheng Yuanzheng settled his daughter-in-law well, and remembered to go to make dinner, and he couldn't ask his daughter-in-law to sleep on an empty stomach. Besides running for one afternoon and one night, he was also hungry.

   "Okay, wait a minute."

  Wang Ping readily agreed, and curiously inquired about their love experience.

   Cheng Yuanzheng didn't care about telling stories, so he made a few perfunctory sentences and went out with a sick leave note.

   "It smells like sweat, I'm going to eat in that room."

  Huang Xiaoli frowned, picked up the lunch box and went to the next door.

  Old God Wang Ping was sitting on the ground, peeling boiled eggs as if nothing was happening, and drinking millet porridge with pickles.

   Those who come through the back door are hypocritical, and those who do this are also disgusting? Don't even think about making a living.

   She looked up at the slowly dripping medicinal liquid, and glanced at the patient's left hand with a needle in it. She felt that everything was normal, and continued to eat with peace of mind.

  Iron-made soldiers, she has worked here for more than ten years, she has seen thousands of recruits, and many of them are capable; but this is the first time she has seen such a prominent female soldier.

   In particular, the indulgent attitude of the leaders is more intriguing.