Chapter 190

Cheng Haidong was excited and said coldly, "no, it's from the commander's daughter-in-law. He has a baby. If you dare to steal his harmonica, he can find out and send you to the thieves' nest to feed the crazy bandits."

The soldier shrunk his neck: "yes Did song ran send it? It's no wonder that every day I carry it in my arms, and I only take it out at night. Ha ha, I won't steal it. Let him blow until he likes to. "

Under the big tree outside, Gu Jingxing played the harmonica for a while and then took it away from his mouth and pressed it carefully in the palm of his hand. The harmonica was cold, but he felt as if with the temperature of Xiaoran's body. He gently touched every inch of the shell of the harmonica, and the corners of his mouth were always warm smiles.

Fortunately, there is an object she sent to do some thinking. Otherwise, he can't imagine how much suffering it will become if he doesn't see her.

Looking into the distance, he could see that Qingdai was hidden in the dusk. He breathed and thought of his little ran.

I don't know how her life is in Haicheng.

I don't know if her stepmother and Wen Huihui have any trouble with her.

He was worried, but he could do nothing. He didn't even have a phone call here. He couldn't see her face or hear her voice, which made Gu Jingxing a little anxious.

I can't even write a letter here.

In fact, he wanted to send her a letter to tell her that Xiao ran saved a car of people when he was fighting the bandits. There was a three or five-year-old girl in the car. She was also called Xiaoran, Gu ran.

Xiao ran, it seems that we are really predestined

Thinking of this, Gu Jingxing's face was filled with a smile.

He took up the harmonica again and played it disorderly for a long time. He couldn't play the harmonica. He just played it two times. In other people's eyes, it was the most beautiful movement in the world.

After the daily noise, Gu Jingxing pushed Cheng Haidong's tent aside and kicked Cheng Haidong's leg: "Dongzi, get me two pieces of writing paper tomorrow..."

One side of the small soldier fighting biliary: "battalion commander, want to send a letter to sister-in-law?"

Gu Jingxing deliberately cold face: "you boy, what's the matter? Go to bed

Cheng Haidong nodded: "yes, tomorrow I'll go to the Municipal Bureau to report the action tonight. I'll buy some cigarettes and give you some writing paper."

Gu Jingxing special instructions: "a bit more beautiful writing paper."

Cheng Haidong, a rough man who has never been a subject, scratched the back of his head in a puzzled way: "is there any good-looking writing paper?"

Gu Jingxing thought of the notebook and letter paper song ran had given his sister. He said, "there are not only beautiful writing paper, but also fragrant writing paper. You can go to the supply and marketing agency and ask people about it."

Cheng Haidong was opened the new door of the world, straight nodded his head and said, "OK, I know."

The next day, deputy battalion commander Cheng, who came back from the provincial capital, was like a thief. He stealthily put a stack of pink and fragrant letter paper in his arms into Gu Jingxing's arms: "the old man bought the things that the women chirped, and they were looked at several times."

Gu was too lazy to answer him. He found a big tree root, sat down, unfolded the girl's chirping pink letter paper and wrote the words.

He wrote several pieces of paper, reporting on his life in Fucheng these days, and mentioning the wonderful fate of the last night. Gu Jingxing's words are like his own, and Gu Jingxing's words are graceful and elegant.

Song ran, who received the letter, kept holding it in her arms like a priceless treasure and chanted to her sister for the 1800th time: "my brother Jingxing, I'm just beautiful. How can there be such a perfect person in the world?"

Song Xuan smashed a Book: "shut up!"