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Volume 7 Endless Longing Chapter 114

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    At noon the next day, Fugui returned to the dormitory tiredly. He originally planned to wash his dirty clothes, but when he opened the closet, it was empty. He asked An Xiuguo in confusion: "Strange, where are my dirty clothes? Why are they missing?"

    An Xiuguo shook his head blankly: "How could I know? We came back from training together. Didn't your comrades wash it for you?"

    Fugui shook his head and said, "Besides, they want to throw all their dirty clothes to me to wash. How can they help me wash them?"

    He closed the cabinet and suddenly remembered that he had just gone upstairs and saw clothes hanging on the hangers in the yard. He stamped his feet and said, "I know who washed them." After that, he rushed downstairs and saw himself on the hangers.  clothes.

    He ran into the water room and saw Yanran lowering her head and washing a pile of clothes in the basin.  Although it was a cold winter, her forehead was covered with sweat beads and the clothes on her chest were wet.

    He rushed over and snatched the clothes from her hands, and said reproachfully: "Sister-in-law, you just got married, how can you do this? Don't you know you can't work after three days of marriage?"

    Yanran wiped her face with cold hands and said with a smile: "It's nothing. I'm used to working in the countryside. I feel uncomfortable resting like this."

    Fugui pushed her away and said, "Come on, sister-in-law, just rest and I'll wash you."

    Yanran smiled innocently and stubbornly washed the clothes: "You have trained hard enough, how can you still have the strength to wash the clothes? I'll do it. Besides, Victory, you have been helping him all these years. Thank you for taking care of him."  Him."

    Fugui helplessly rolled up his sleeves to help her carry water, while Yanran washed her clothes. Her curly hair swayed with her vigorous movements, and her bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat.

    She may have noticed that Fugui was sizing her up, she turned around, smiled at Fugui, and asked casually: "Fugui, are you married?"

    Fugui shook his head and said, "No."

    Yan Ran looked at him in disbelief: "Then you should have a partner, right? You look so dashing, isn't your girlfriend very beautiful?"

    Fugui helped him hang up the washed clothes and said, "It's average, it's from the countryside."

    Yanran stood up straight, rubbed her waist and sighed and said: "The girls in the countryside are better, not as delicate as the girls in the city. But it's really hard for you. To be honest, I feel bad for you when I see you training these days. You guys really  not easy."

    Fugui saw her rubbing her waist and frowning, and asked kindly: "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Are you tired? Come on, rest for a while, and I'll wash it. Just go and hang it up to dry."

    After washing such a pile of clothes, she might be really tired. When she saw Fugui taking over her clothes, she didn't insist anymore.

    By the time she hung up the clothes, Fugui had already washed the rest of the clothes. Just as Fugui was about to hang up the clothes, the soldier who had been trained by Dawn last night with Cheng Chun walked in, saluted Fugui and said, "Report  .I want to test my marksmanship with you."

    Fugui was stunned for a moment: "With me?"

    The soldier nodded and said, "Yes, you are the best shooter in the special operations team, so I want to learn from you."

    Yanran took the clothes from Fugui and said, "You go ahead, I'll dry them."

    Fugui wiped his hands on his clothes, followed the soldier out, and asked doubtfully: "What's your name? Who asked you to come?"

    The soldier said solemnly: "Report: My name is Zhang Fengping, and my squadron leader asked me to come."

    They walked to the training ground, where many new fighters were already gathered. Seeing Fugui, their faces flashed with excitement.

    Zhang Fengping handed the sniper rifle to Fugui. Fugui took it and checked it and said, "How do you compare?"

    Zhang Fengping squatted down and deftly dismantled the sniper rifle and said: "Let's compete in grabbing and shooting to see who is faster and more accurate." He then pointed at a row of beer bottles placed dozens of meters in front and said: "It also depends on who is shooting.  Bottle speed, five rounds per person.¡±

    Fugui smiled, put the disassembled parts of the gun on the white cloth on the ground, looked at Zhang Fengping and said, "How about we blindfold ourselves to assemble the gun, and then let go and shoot the bottle?"

    The onlookers cheered loudly and shouted in support of Zhang Fengping: "Zhang Fengping, cover your eyes."

    Zhang Fengping nodded and said, "Okay, just cover your eyes."

    When they were blindfolded, Jiao Ji stepped forward and said, "I'll call out the count. It starts at three."

    Fugui squatted there, holding his breath when he heard Jiao Ji shout three. He quickly grabbed the disassembled parts that were most familiar to him, judged quickly, and flexibly inserted each part with his hands, waiting for  After he assembled the gun, the black cloth was lifted, and he saw Zhang Fengping still nervously assembling the gun.  Fugui closed his eyes to adjust to the light, then opened his eyes, raised his gun and knelt there for five consecutive times.?Gas money.  "

    Fugui looked at Li Ming in disbelief: "Really or not? Then if we ride in your car, how much will we give you?"

    Li Ming said with a playful smile: "You don't have to give it, but others can't. For the sake of your comrades, just give me 200 yuan for gas. You also know that the captain's car consumes a lot of gas. It's enough to take one more person."  That¡¯s a lot of gas.¡±

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    Liming put on his military uniform, straightened the major epaulettes on his shoulders in front of the mirror and said slowly: "I borrowed the car. If you have the ability, you can also borrow it."

    Yang Aiguo rolled up his sleeves, rushed up and grabbed his front collar and said, "I think you deserve a beating. Let's beat him together."

    Li Ming said with a smile: "Look, I know you are a bunch of reckless people. To be honest, I am joking with you. I just hope you can say a few nice words to me so that I can feel proud. If I had known you wouldn't  If you can say nice things, you won't be joking." After saying that, he looked at Fugui and the others: "Let's go, what are you waiting for?"

    Everyone laughed happily, and Yang Aiguo turned from anger to joy: "I thought you were really that stingy."
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