On the day when Fang Beibei and Qiqi were exhausted, Yang Guo still didn't stay at home honestly. He drove to the army to visit he Wenzhuo and Yang Zhengdong. He had just returned to Yangcheng before long. This visit was mainly worried about Yang Zhengdong and wanted to recover.

Although he had a good relationship with these brothers before, he didn't really have a life-long relationship until this time, just like he and he Wenzhuo before.

In order to save his daughter, the three eldest brothers almost lost their lives in Myanmar! He Wenzhuo and Meng sanhun were OK. Although they were hit by the bomb, it was only a slight concussion. Before Yang Guo returned to Yangcheng, they returned to the team for training!

Yang Zhengdong was slightly miserable. From the third floor high, he was directly shocked by the explosion and fell on a beach of gravel. The injury was not serious, because he had a bulletproof vest, but his ribs directly fell into several pieces. Fortunately, he was lucky. After his ribs were broken, he did not stab into his heart and lungs, otherwise, he would die directly.

After coming back, the injury was stable, but Yang Zhengdong looked a little lost. Sometimes I hold the little sunflowers sent by my comrades in arms and sit in front of the window looking at the sunset, as if I were lovelorn.

As we all know, his Barrett was buried in the factory fire, and the cleaning team sent out later only picked up a scrap iron. Yang Zhengdong is a sniper, especially a sniper who loves guns as much as his life. It's like a soldier who specially trains military dogs whose "comrades in arms" have died. Naturally, he feels terrible.

"It's no use persuading him. This is a barrier in his heart. Like being lovelorn, he has to cross it by himself!" At that time, he Wenzhuo told Yang Guo that he Wenzhuo also lost his love gun to the fire, but he was ok, and his mood was quickly controlled.

Yang Guo himself knows this feeling, or he can probably understand how it feels! At that time, he thought he couldn't get his two Miao knives back. However, later, because the cleaning team picked them up in the courtyard, he gave them to he Wenzhuo and took them back to Yangcheng.

Although Yang Zhengdong's melancholy is not directly related to Yang Guo, this regret is indeed brought by Yang Guo to Yang Zhengdong. Had it not been for the rescue of Yang Guo's daughter, Yang Zhengdong and others would not have fallen into danger. Of course, it would not have happened that they were injured and lost their guns in the back.

Yang Zhengdong doesn't blame Yang Guo. When Yang Guo visited for the first time, he pretended to talk and laugh with Yang Guo as if nothing had happened, but Yang Guo can't let this matter hurt Yang Zhengdong's brother like this!

This time, he came because he Wenzhuo was entrusted by him and finally got the job done!

"It's all here!" In the corridor of the hospital, Yang Guo and he Wenzhuo met furtively like the underground organization. He Wenzhuo smiled and stuffed an envelope into Yang Guo.

Yang Guo opened his eyes and nodded to he Wenzhuo with a smile.

Yang Guo went in by himself. Yang Zhengdong was lying on the bed at that time, holding the cover of a book and impressively writing "Haizi poetry collection"!

The five big and three thick special war elites, sitting on the white bed, smelling the fragrance of flowers, are the poems of the literati and poets of the century! Don't mention how weird this scene is!

"Here comes Yang Guo?" Yang Zhengdong saw Yang Guo, with a smile on his face. He put down the book and said with a smile, "Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you? My injury is nothing serious, it hurts muscles and bones for a hundred days. If the bone hurts, I'll be fine after resting for a month or two!"

"Look at you, come twice a week, as if I was seriously injured!" Yang Zhengdong happily took the fruit from Yang Guo's hand. He was not polite to Yang Guo, but he still said rudely, "don't worry, my old Yang is not so fragile. He doesn't cry like a little girl, and he wants others to keep it every day."

Yang Guo smiled. If Yang Guo thought that Yang Zhengdong was going to abandon the army and write when he just came in, he at least found the temperament of Yang Zhengdong's former soldiers. He laughed and said, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, so how can I relax if I don't come?"

"How many days have you been? If you don't recuperate well, you have to travel again?" Yang Zhengdong blew his nose and glared, "who is your leader? I'll tell him, and I can't treat people like people. Don't be afraid, beat him up, and you'll be honest!"

Yang Guo quickly comforted Yang Zhengdong. The soldier's temper was still too hot to be accepted by ordinary people. Poetry or something was just an illusion. He laughed and said, "I didn't lead anything. I went there voluntarily!"

"Tell me about you! How's your mood recently?" Yang Guo said.

"You don't ask about the injury, but what's your mood?" Yang Zhengdong said strangely, "I'm not a little girl. Am I in a good mood? What's your hurry?" This is a bit of male chauvinism, but in fact, there are many old men in the army who have this tendency. There is no way. There are men in the military camp.

Yang Guo laughed and said, "how's your injury? Just now I asked the doctor outside. The doctor knows yourself better than you. What do I have to worry about? Now, my poem, is this what you do?"

Yang Zhengdong was not angry either. He hehe stroked the cover of the book and said to Yang Guo, "this is sent by a sister from my hometown. Let me cultivate love exercises. Now it's quite reasonable to turn it out!"

younger sister? Yang Guo suddenly remembered, as if he Wenzhuo had said before, in his hometown, Yang Zhengdong had a conversation object, as if it was time to talk about marriage! I didn't expect that the object was a young woman of literature and art.

When Yang Guo was struggling with how literary young women and brother rough soldiers were combined, Yang Zhengdong had opened the poetry collection and read it plaintively in his thick voice: "in the night; I have suffered three times: wandering, love, survival; I have three kinds of happiness: poetry, throne, and sun."

"Wait, are you lovelorn?" Yang Guo asked in surprise.

"No!" Yang Zhengdong shook his head and explained, "I think this poem should be like this. I have three kinds of love: women, brothers, and my gun; I have suffered three times: I was injured, my brother was injured, and oh, and my gun! How consistent with my current state of mind!"

Hu Lai's poems rhyme! This is what Haizi didn't do... But how does Yang guozhengdong feel uncomfortable with his rough face.

He patted his forehead and stopped chatting with Yang Zhengdong. An envelope was dropped on his chest. It was just covered by the poetry anthology.

"What is this?" Yang Zhengdong curiously opened the envelope, took out some photos inside, and shouted in surprise, "my gun! It's my Barrett!" Yang Zhengdong instantly swept away his gloomy temperament and sat up in surprise. He was not afraid to pull his ribs and screamed at di Guo.

"You!" Yang Guo laughed.

"In my cabinet! In my cabinet!" Yang Zhengdong was surprised and happy, and said, "Yang Guo, come on, give me a slap. I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Yang Guo laughed happily and said, "you are still injured. I dare not hit you! But I can tell you responsibly that you didn't."

"No! I've seen it. My gun is burnt out!" It was not easy to calm down. Yang Zhengdong frowned. Barrett, who was exactly the same in the weapon cabinet of his own military camp, asked puzzled.

"Leave it alone! Anyway, as long as you know, your gun is back!" Yang Guo laughed.

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