These things cannot be seen by the three guys.
After doing this, he held the exquisite and small third-class merit medal in his right hand. He stood up, found a piece of note paper, picked up a black pen, and sat in front of the desk.
What should I write about?
This is my future girlfriend. Should I pay more attention to it and add some gentle elements?
Zhou Hai sat at the table, his back straight, holding a pen in his right hand. His expression showed a thoughtful look. He had an idea in his mind, exhaled a breath, and started writing.
"Zi!"
The smooth metal ball at the top of the pen core comes into contact with the surface of the soft note paper and slides flexibly, revealing stripes of black ink, outlining a unique shape that carries knowledge - words.
Dear Zuo Xue:
The letter has been read.
It was early April when I received the reply. Well, since you accept my promise, you will be my future girlfriend.
I have to admit one thing, your handwriting does look better than mine.
Although, only a little bit.
It’s been nearly two months since the New Year. Thank you for your blessings. I forgot to wish you a Happy New Year 2018 in my previous reply, so I’ll add it this time.
Let’s talk about the photos. The red plum trees are beautiful, and so are the people.
If I have the chance, I hope to go to the National University of Defense Technology to see the red plum forest you mentioned. But what surprises me most is that I didn’t expect you to have a unique style in military uniform.
But if your long hair becomes short, your score will decrease. Personally, I prefer your look with long hair. I like this photo very much. Don’t worry, I won’t show it to others.
By the way, Comrade Zuo Xue, I would also like to thank you for your warning and warning.
Recently, I have indeed been slacking off a bit, and my learning efficiency has dropped a lot. The main reason is that my attitude towards learning is not correct, and I don't have the attitude of seizing the day before.
This is a mistake and needs to be corrected. Your teachings as a class teacher are very successful. I will be down-to-earth again and pursue my original dream step by step.
I never expected that you would actually take the place in the school sports meeting. You are completely different from the calm and aloof you back then. I have automatically pictured you as a little pothead sprinting 100 meters.
We didn’t have a sports day at the university and didn’t do anything, but I learned how to clear snow and make dumplings. I learned from the upperclassmen that clearing snow and making dumplings are basic skills that every pilot must master.
The endless snow is our specialty. As for the dumplings, I actually prefer making them by hand.
Yesterday I saw the JJ-6 flying over the school. It was a propeller-driven aircraft equipped by the school. It was known as a tractor in private. It was completely different from the fighter jet I originally imagined.
Having said that, everyone is still envious of those senior students who can fly No. 6. After all, this 'tractor' can fly into the sky.
It’s already 2019, and spring has arrived. I wonder how you’ve been lately, are you okay?
You should also remember to drink more hot water, pay attention to your health, and have a good rest. Well, I learned from you.
Kong Da’s life is fulfilling and beautiful, well, actually miserable.
I don’t know if I’ve told you before, but the basic content every day is three thousand four hundred single and parallel bars, fixed roller spiral ladder and petty pentathlon, and the aviation school offers four compulsory courses according to the season.
In winter, on the cleaning and arrangement of solid water,
In spring, research on the use skills and maintenance of labor tools,
In summer, the management and daily maintenance of herb plants,
Collection and transportation of chlorophyll carriers in autumn.
I go through the basic content every day. I wonder if your life at the National University of Defense Technology is like this?
This special gift is for you, don’t ask me how it came about, it’s a secret, but I assure you, I got it myself.
Didn’t you only get commendations during your recruit training?
Let you feel the taste of third-class gong. Remember to keep it well.
Zuo Xue, thank you for being willing to wait for me.
April 2, 2019 Zhou Hai
The pen falls,
The last word has taken shape.
After writing the text of the letter of nearly a thousand words eloquently, Zhou Hai gently put down the black pen and placed it on the surface of the desk. A smile appeared on his face and a hint of expectation in his heart.
expect!
Looking forward to seeing what the third-class merit medal looks like after Zuo Xue receives the letter.
With a smile on his face, Zhou Hai held the text in his hand and the third-class merit medal in his pocket. He left dormitory 308 and went straight to the college's equipment office to receive a letter and stamps.
There is no canteen in Shicheng Flying Academy. This is one of the genuine confidential military bases, involving the training content and related structures of fresh blood of the Air Force. Unrelated personnel are prohibited from entering. Letters and stamps can only be collected from the Academy Equipment Department.
The advanced teaching machine stage and the beginner teaching machine stage are completely two concepts.
Zhou Hai took the envelope and stamps and returned to the dormitory. He put the text and the third-class merit medal into the letter. He then filled in the recipient and sender information on the surface of the envelope, then filled in two addresses, and left at the end—— A girl from another family kisses her.
"I'm at the third level of confidentiality. Forget it, I can only ask Master to forward the letter. I'll go to Teacher Yang first." When he was ready, Zhou Hai took the letter in his hand, thought silently, shook his head slightly, turned around and walked out of the dormitory, going straight to College office building.
The main reason why the letter did not mention that he went to Shicheng Feiyuan to study in the higher education aircraft stage was because of confidentiality, and it was strictly forbidden to disclose information such as his military rank, position, and unit.
Let Zuo Xue send the letter directly to Shicheng Feiyuan?
He's not crazy.
This is a complete leak.
To send this letter, Zhou Hai needs to follow the normal delivery steps. He first submits it to flight instructor Yang Xiaolong, who then hands it over to deputy captain Lei Qiang. After Lei Qiang gets the letter, he turns it over to college politics. Department, after detailed inspection to confirm that there is no confidential information, it can be sent out.
Moreover, Zhou Hai felt that he needed to send it to his master Li Fu first, and then Li Fu forwarded it to Zuo Xue.
The content of the letter must be normal, and it is prohibited to leak important information of the army. If it involves confidential content, I'm sorry, the internal investigation mechanism will be activated, and a strict interrogation in the true sense will be carried out to first confirm the unintentional and intentional.
Unintentionally leaking secrets requires punishment according to the severity of the leaked information. The least severe punishment is a serious warning.
It would be even more interesting if the secret was intentionally leaked.
At dawn, the breeze blows gently.
Zhou Hai walked through the green roads of the camp, arrived at the college office building in the sunshine, and came to the first flight instructor's office on the second floor.
"Dong Dong!" Standing in front of the door, Zhou Hai reached out and knocked lightly on the door, and a crisp sound came out.
"Please come in."
A deep and powerful male voice emerged, and it was not Yang Xiaolong's voice.
After receiving permission, Zhou Hai held the handle, pulled it down, and pushed the door open with a gentle movement.
The entire office is about 30 square meters, with simple and plain decoration, looking like a high school teacher's office. Five flight instructors are sitting on the chairs, each handling related matters, sorting out documents and lesson plans.
