The 19-year-old young man has never had such close contact with women. In addition, he was drunk and his mind was suddenly in a state of accident. He was at a loss and knew how to deal with it. He heard an anxious and fearful voice in his ears: "Save me, they are chasing me."

Two sharp flashlights were shining in the distance, and the center of the light column was the two people colliding together. Fu Ping'an was really drunk and forgot that this was the garrison compound. Those who dared to show people with flashlights must be the comrades on duty. At this moment, his mind was full of bravery and flower protection messengers, pushing the female soldier behind him and roared: "What are you doing!"

"Which company is yours?" the other party asked sternly. Fu Ping'an was dazzled by the flashlight, and anger rose from the soles of his feet to the sky spirit cover. He rushed to the flashlight and passed by. He didn't remember what happened later. Anyway, it was a fight, a scolding, and a whistle. When he woke up, he was already in the confinement room.

Fu Ping'an's military uniform was torn apart, and the excitement brought by alcohol and "aggression" had not passed. He savored the smell of the female soldier, and was intoxicated and full of thoughts. Although he only collided for a moment and had less than a second, he spent his whole life with this unknown female soldier in his heart.

The wake-up call woke Fu Ping'an up from his dream and jumped up subconsciously, but found that he was in a confinement room, and he couldn't help but feel frustrated. Before he made a contribution, he went to the confinement room. This matter was a big deal.

After the exercise, Fu Ping'an was mentioned to the office of Zhang Yutao, the commander of the police company. He was charged with three charges: first, he was a picket, second, fell in love with a female soldier, third, he did not return at night, and then turned off the lights and stalked outside.

Zhang Yutao has an impression of this soldier. It is said that he performs well in normal times, but he makes a series of mistakes. So he gave him a chance to explain. Fu Ping'an said that he didn't see clearly after drinking, and didn't know it was a picket, and he thought that the gangster was harassed his female comrade-in-arms.

"Absurd, where did the hooligans come from in the courtyard? Why do you drink so much?" The company commander slapped the table.

"The first regiment commander invited me to drink." Fu Ping'an said.

"The First Regiment Commander invites you to drink? Why didn't he invite me to drink?" Chief Zhang was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. Is this soldier's brain problem? He just opens his mouth and talks nonsense.

The nonsense is still behind. Fu Ping'an said that because I captured a group of special forces from the T-unit army and won honors for our garrison area, the first regiment commander invited me to drink.

"If you don't believe it, go and ask Commander Xiong." Fu Ping'an was a little aggrieved. He was beaten to a blue nose and swollen face as soon as he made a contribution, and this matter had nothing to do with him at all.

"Who is the female soldier?" Company Commander Zhang went to the next question.

“Don’t know.”

"If you don't know you and you are dating someone?" Company Commander Zhang was furious again. Why are the city soldiers born in the 1990s talking about the train now? They are not honest with the organization at all.

"I met her at night and didn't know her at all." Fu Ping'an said, "I didn't see clearly what she looked like."

As he was talking, the instructor came in and browsed: "Lao Zhang, yesterday, I was so awesome and captured Lao T. These guys went to our territory to train and didn't even say hello. This time they knew they were amazing."

Company Commander Zhang asked: "Who is so powerful?"

The instructor said: "I heard it is a private."

Fu Ping'an couldn't help it: "Report, that private is me."

The instructor was worried that he could not find the details of the gossip, so he quickly asked him about the detailed process. Fu Ping'an showed his skill in storytelling and completely narrated yesterday's story. He did not dare to add fuel to the fire. It was the most real process. The company commander and the instructor looked at each other. This soldier could do it.

The army pays attention to honor the most. Fu Ping'an earned honor for the garrison area and was a hero. He could be left to punish him. Besides, it is not a big sin to not be back at night. Young people are at the time of the most intense hormones and cannot even ban them. Generally, when encountering such a thing, each company will be lenient.

"Okay, you go back." Corps Zhang said.

"I was injured by them, so there is no need to say anything." Fu Ping'an was unwilling to give up. He was beaten to a blue nose and a swollen face. This loss was too unfair.

Company Commander Zhang said angrily: "You are so embarrassed to say, you can't help but be beaten by you. Do you know if you only need eight people to hold you down? What kind of wine does the first regiment commander give you so much."

The instructor smiled and said, "The drunk man is very strong. A comrade who has transferred to the traffic police said that even four or five auxiliary police officers could not hold back a drunk driver. In fact, he is an ordinary person and has never practiced."

The garrison area is a division-level unit, without a permanent picket company. A platoon of the police company is part-time picketing mission. It is said that it is all from a company. The company commander and instructor can suppress the matter. Fu Ping'an was not punished and was only imprisoned for a night. The story of him capturing a group of old Ts alone has spread and has become one of the strange stories in the garrison area this year. Many cadres found it interesting, but many soldiers were a little dissatisfied.

Fu Ping'an didn't know who the female soldier he met in the middle of the night and what he was doing. He only remembered the fragrance of orchids and musk.

The work of writing memoirs for Commander Xiong is still continuing. Over the years, the old man has carefully sorted out his life for the first time. Many memories come to his heart, and many old friends who have long passed away have returned to him. Fu Ping'an listened to these first-hand stories and entered the past in a trance. He was happy and sad with Commander Xiong, wandering in the long river of history.

"I have passed the gates of hell countless times in my life. In Hebei for 1943, the Japanese grenade launcher chased me and almost saw Marx. In the northeast for 1948, I was alone in the northeast with an empty gun and captured a company of Kuomintang soldiers. In the 1951, I was in North Korea, and many comrades were frozen to death and bombed to death. Only I survived. Faced with these, my eyelids didn't move, and I crawled out of the sea of ​​blood. Are you still afraid of war? But later I was still afraid of it. What I was afraid of was not fighting for the war, but were those villains who were whole materials. They not only cost human lives, but also wanted to kill you and beat you up to ten thousand feet."

Commander Xiong sighed: "Fight the Japanese, beat Chiang Kai-shek, beat Americans, beat Vietnamese, I went to North Korea, I went to Vietnam twice. With my qualifications and military achievements, I should have been a general, but why have I been a major general? People say that I am a greedy person, lustful person, I believe that in this life, people will have some shortcomings and some problems, otherwise they will still be human, either gods or hypocrites, little devils, remember, in the future, people who do not smoke, drink, or play cards, are kind and moral, who watch the news broadcast every day at 7 o'clock, must not make friends, and have to be careful."

Fu Ping'an thought of Cheng Guocai. This is what the squad leader usually is, he follows the rules and cannot find any problem.

"I love three things in my life, good guns, good wine, and good women." Commander Xiong continued to express his feelings, "I have collected a lot of good guns and sent them to others, so I will leave these three. Shooting rifles are for fun, thunder in the palm of your hand is for self-defense, and box cannons are for war. Don't think that I have retired from active service, as long as the party and the country need them, I, a veteran, will come out at any time!"

"I won't talk about good wine. I'm so careful with your aunt Tian. I can only drink red hair. Is that called wine? That's sugar water. I'll give me some diabetes sooner or later." The old man waved his hand, "I've met a few good women. The first wife was a female student from the city. She married me in 58 and followed me for ten years. She couldn't stand the criticism and fight and committed suicide. The second wife was met when I was squatting in the cowshed. She met in danger. She gave birth to a child for me and died of illness.

The three are you Aunt Tian. Xiaotian was a great beauty back then. How many people were thinking about it? After following me, a 60-year-old man, a good guy, there are all kinds of criticisms. I am not afraid of it, but I am afraid of it? This is enough for my life. What kind of lieutenant generals, regional commanders, I don’t care about it. People, after much experience, you will see through it. Live happily, have no regrets, be worthy of yourself, the country and the nation, and relatives, friends and comrades, it is enough."

Fu Ping'an was still young and could only understand the literal meaning of the old commander. He had to digest the deep philosophy, but these materials were rich enough for writing articles. Fu Ping'an wrote a short story adapted from real stories from the Anti-Japanese War era. He submitted it to the Military Region newspaper and actually published it. He wrote several articles one after another. The newspaper editor was very impressed by the articles of this little soldier. He still published it after a little polishing. One of the articles as big as tofu was recommended by the Military Region newspaper to publish it.

During peacetime, the soldiers' articles are just grades when they are published. Moreover, Fu Ping'an even went to the military newspaper. The squad leader Cheng Guocai rushed to the dormitory with a military newspaper that was still emitting the fragrance of ink and said, "Little Fu, you have achieved such a great achievement and are still hiding it from everyone. This is wrong."

Fu Ping'an didn't expect the article to be published in the military newspaper, nor did he expect the significance of this matter. He just smiled and said, "I'll treat you."

Gong Chen kicked him: "Is this a treat? You have to invite a guest for a week. The article was published in the military newspaper, and a third-class merit was not gone."

Third-class merit! The military medal in the dream was at your fingertips. Fu Ping'an then came back to his senses and rubbed his hands excitedly, not knowing what to say.

"We have a scholar in our official class. Congratulations, continue to work hard and write more good people and good things about our police connections, so that everyone can also go to the newspaper to shine." Cheng Guocai said.

This is difficult. Fu Ping'an is only good at writing novels and is not good at praising the eight-legged essays. Besides, he has no material. Could he write about the fight between himself and the picket?

The news that a private tofu cube was written by a private was spread throughout the military newspaper. Fu Ping'an became a star for a while. Although he had not yet won the third-class merit, he felt that there was a military medal on his chest and he was much more handsome than usual when walking.

At noon, Fu Ping'an walked under the poplar tree, and a female soldier in a skirt came towards her. Her calves were white, her neck was slender, and her fair and oval face. Although her facial features were not as delicate and beautiful as Luo Jin, a feminine charm came to her face. Her epaulette was a crutch, and she was a private like Fu Ping'an.

Fu Ping'an wanted to take a few more glances, but was a little shy. He thought he would pass by him, but he didn't expect the female soldier to stop.

"Thank you for the last time," said the female soldier.

Fu Ping'an was a little puzzled. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, blowing the fragrance of the female soldier into his nose. This was the fragrance he had once dreamed of.
Chapter completed!