After he walked past, a green figure appeared behind the big tree, flicked the cigarette end out of his hand, and the burning cigarette end flashed through a red light, rolling and drifting down,

"squeak." A sound, submerged in the snow, leaving only a small black hole.

With his hands in his pockets, he quietly looked at Ning Haitao's back, with a big pimple in his eyebrow and biting his lips, as if he were engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

The little soldiers in the mail room arranged the letters one by one. As usual, it was not too much work. When the receiver came, he would hand it in.

"Busy!"

The door opened, bringing in a gust of cold wind, the door long body and a man, he saw the recognition, the face of a smile.

"Why are you so late?"

"I'm too late to write."

Wang Hongjun glanced at the table, and the top one was written by Ning Haitao. It was written by a pen calligrapher with a vigorous and powerful pen style!

"Oh! So many letters have been collected? You're tired enough. Come and have an eye

With that, he handed a cigarette to the little soldier. At this time, another soldier came in to deliver the letter. Wang Hongjun took out his letter from his coat pocket and handed it to the little soldier.

"Mine, put it on for me."

With a glance at Ning Haitao's letter, he took a deep breath of cigarette and turned away from the mail room.

After he left, the little soldier looked at his back, and finally shook his head, greedily smoked a cigarette and continued to work.

Wang Hongjun walked very slowly on the snow. His cigarette was in his hand, but he didn't put it into his mouth.

"Wang Hongjun, what do you think? So absorbed? "

Face to face with a dormitory Zhang Guodong, covering his shoulder, chagrined at him.

"Nothing. What are you doing?"

Wang Hongjun looked at him and asked in a cold voice.

"It's also bad luck to send a letter. How can this letter fall down the cliff? I'm tired of writing letters."

Zhang Guodong complained, Wang Hongjun pick eyebrows, also did not say anything more, bowed to the direction of the dormitory quickly walk.

He has a pair of sharp eyes behind him, has been looking at him, until his figure disappeared in the dormitory door.

When Wang Hongjun returned to the dormitory, he took out the suitcase under the bed, opened it, and looked down. There were still people in the dormitory. He just looked at him, but no one said a word.

The main reason is that Wang Hongjun doesn't like to chat with everyone at ordinary times. When you talk to him, you don't speak except snort.

With a book to read, who is good to rush to chat with him.

For a long time, people naturally blocked him.

Wang Hongjun turned to a picture and put it into the shirt pocket inside his cotton padded jacket. He found a pile of credit towel bags, pushed the suitcase under the bed and walked out of the dormitory.

"Weirdo."

"Yes! I'm silent every day and I don't talk to anyone. "

"They are proud of themselves. How can they look up to us?"

Although there was not much discussion in the room, Wang Hongjun heard it outside the door. His eyes were gloomy and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

In a hurry, he went to the back of the training ground with a towel.

Shortly after he left, two soldiers quietly followed him, but Wang Hongjun did not see it.

Behind him there was a creaking sound of trampling snow. Wang Hongjun looked at the woods and thought about it. Instead of going in, he turned and went to the toilet.

Followed by two people, busy to hide in the dark, watching him into the toilet, two people looked at each other.

"In?"

"I'll go."

Finally, one of the soldiers decided to follow him.

As soon as he got to the door, he saw Wang Hongjun come out of the toilet, and they met face to face.

Wang Hongjun looked up at him, and the soldier walked into the toilet.

Wang Hongjun looked back again. On the open playground, he occasionally passed a green figure. Looking at nothing suspicious, he strode towards the woods.

Another soldier did not dare to lean too close, watching him into the woods, only a few steps to catch up.

When Wang Hongjun went into the woods, he ran away. When the soldier came in, he lost his sight.

Looking down at the footprints on the ground, the soldiers followed them carefully.

Not far away, black smoke began to rise. He ran over quickly and saw Wang Hongjun standing quietly under a tree. Under his feet, there was a burning flame.

As you can see, what was lit up was letter paper, white pieces of paper, and paper scraps with Mars were blown away by the wind, and there were unburned letter paper on the snow.

"What are you doing?"

The little soldier roared and rushed to step on the fire extinguisher and snatched the two letters. Wang Hongjun didn't stop him and let him pick up the writing paper.

"My letter, I want to burn it."Wang Hongjun opened his mouth faintly. There was no panic in his voice. His eyes were sinister and looked at the little soldiers.

"Meet the company commander with me."

The little soldier put the letter paper in the snow, let the fire on the paper go out, and with the incomplete letter paper, he solemnly ordered Wang Hongjun.

"What are you going to do?"

Wang Hongjun looked at him calmly and didn't care.

"You'll know when you go."

The little soldier frowned and sneaked to burn letters in the woods. It must be no good.

"Yes."

Wang Hongjun didn't object. He followed him calmly, his head high and his body straight.

At the company headquarters, the little soldier asked him to stand at the door and wait. He came into the room with the letter paper.

The corners of Wang Hongjun's mouth and his eyes flashed with pride.

"The company commander let you in."

Soon the door opened, and the little soldier came out and swept him. He opened his mouth in a cold voice and let him in.

"Yes."

Wang Hongjun lightly should a, arrogant did not salute the small soldier, pushed the door into the room.

"Report."

He yelled, and when facing the company commander, he saluted him.

"Wang Hongjun, explain why you want to burn the letter?"

The company commander looked at him coldly. Today, he has been sending people to stare at him! The boy's behavior is really suspicious.

According to the information he asked the soldiers in the mail room, he suspected that Wang Hongjun was a major suspect.

Today, he gave orders to the little soldier to keep an eye on Wang Hongjun and see if he has any letters.

It's strange that he didn't do it today. He went to the mailroom, but he really sent the letter and left.

However, he is not suspicious. When Ning Haitao walked from his side, he hid behind the big tree, and there was nothing wrong with him. He saw that Ning Haitao should not hide.

Later, he went to the woods to burn letters, which was even more abnormal. What he burned was letters from home. Didn't soldiers attach great importance to letters from home? No one is willing to burn, even if it is burning letters, it is not guilty of carrying people behind their backs.

Looking at Wang Hongjun fiercely, waiting to see how he justified himself?

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