Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 262: Eternal Classic, Love Encounter

"If I could achieve your level as a soldier in this life, it would be worth dying for."

Zhao Pengfei sat in the back row, looking at the military uniform in Qin Feng's hand with some emotion, which had a special meaning.

Wu Jin was driving the car, his eyes kept glancing at Qin Feng, his eyes full of envy: "He has the medal of merit, the plaque has been sent back, and now he has a patchwork quilt. He is a winner in life, wow..."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "This dress is not for me personally. I am just accepting it on behalf of everyone."

He looked out the window and saw the figures helping the people with disaster relief and reconstruction.

The vast majority of them are PLA soldiers, armed police, and firefighters.

Then there are the medical staff and many volunteers.

In the face of natural disasters, individual power is almost negligible.

Compared with everyone's contribution, Qin Feng's contribution is just a drop in the bucket.

Therefore, Qin Feng felt from the very beginning that this patchwork coat did not belong to him, but to the entire army, to all the Yan Country People's Liberation Army fighting on the front line of earthquake relief.

Wu Jin joked again, "Captain, no matter what, this patchwork quilt is in your hands now. You are the embodiment of national destiny and merit. In a novel about cultivating immortality, you would be so powerful that even a saint would have to give way to you."

Qin Feng glanced at Wu Jin and felt that he had become very strange.

In the past, he didn’t seem to talk so much, nor did he have so many rhymes.

Zhao Pengfei raised his eyebrows. "A novel about cultivating immortality? Do you still have time to read that kind of stuff?"

Wu Jin smiled and said, "Why not? When you were leading the new recruits, we loved reading e-books when we had free time. Something like 'Thirty years in the east of the pond, thirty years in the west of the pond, don't bully old Biden...'"

"Well, you actually dared to take the lead in violating discipline while I was away!"

"There's no violation, it's just occasionally, occasionally..."

The two chatted casually, as if they had forgotten the pain they had suffered not long ago and the suffering everyone had endured in the earthquake.

At this moment, the car happened to pass through the south of the city. Qin Feng noticed that Wu Jin's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened.

Qin Feng looked at the ruins outside and seemed to have thought of something.

"Where is her house?"

"Who is it?" Wu Jin's face looked a little unnatural.

"Stop the car." Qin Feng said expressionlessly.

"Company commander..." Wu Jin was a little anxious.

"I said, stop the car!"

Qin Feng's voice suddenly became louder, and Wu Jin could only slam on the brakes and stop by the roadside.

He pretended to be confused and puzzled, turned his head away, forced a smile and asked: "Captain, shouldn't we hurry back? We've been delayed for several days. If we go back late, it won't be good..."

This time, even Zhao Pengfei noticed that something was wrong with Wu Jin.

He knew the soldier he led too well.

He is just like me, tough and strong-willed, but he just can't lie.

The one I love most is buried in this place forever.

It's been less than half a month, how could he recover so quickly?

The death of a loved one is never a temporary downpour, but a lifetime of dampness.

Many people cannot even shed a tear when they first face the death of a loved one.

But when they return home and see the items placed in the house and the traces of their loved ones' past lives, that is when their pain is magnified to the extreme and becomes the most difficult to accept.

If Wu Jin cannot overcome this hurdle, he will continue to be depressed and there will be no chance of promotion.

After the third term, his military career was basically over.

"Go take one last look and say goodbye."

"Don't leave with regrets."

"it is good..."

As soon as Qin Feng and Zhao Pengfei finished speaking, Wu Jin started the car again.

He took the steering wheel and drove towards the road he remembered.

Soon, the car arrived in front of a huge ruin.

This can be seen from the few remaining ruins.

This is a densely populated old residential area, with walls covered with mottled marks of time.

A characteristic of this type of building is that the glass is all blue single-layer.

Moreover, most interior furniture prefers to use natural wood color and wall panels as decoration.

At this time, there were quite a few people walking around in the ruins with lonely expressions.

Some people were burning paper money, while in some places incense was lit and offerings were placed to commemorate their loved ones.

Although more than ten days have passed since the earthquake, the impact it caused and the pain it left in the hearts of the people will never be erased.

In many places, it is impossible to clear all the rubble because the rescue is too difficult.

This means that some people will be buried forever under these ruins.

And this huge ruin is the tomb of the victims.

Wu Jin came to that location according to his memory.

With a thud, his knee hit the rubble hard.

He had imagined countless times that he was wearing a military uniform and was accompanied by a group of good brothers.

The scene of people coming here to pick up their bride in a lively atmosphere, holding flowers in their hands.

But I never expected that what awaited us was separation between the Yin and Yang.

Wu Jin cried like a baby.

I can no longer control my emotions and completely release my sadness.

He has been trying to pretend to forget these days, trying to pretend not to remember this incident, but no matter how he pretends, it doesn't seem right...

Qin Feng and Zhao Pengfei stood not far away, watching him quietly, waiting for him to finish venting.

At this time, no amount of comfort will be effective, and crying will make you feel better.

It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but soldiers shed blood and sweat but don't shed tears.

But in fact, it’s just that the time to be sad has not come yet.

After all, human hearts are made of flesh.

"Wang Yimin was a good girl, what a pity..."

Zhao Pengfei took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out three and lit them.

Just as he was about to bow on the spot, Qin Feng suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a moment!"

"what happened?"

"You, look back!"

Zhao Pengfei turned around in some confusion.

But the next second, his eyes suddenly widened and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

......

At the same time, an intern reporter named Luo Shanshan was using her camera to record the real situation in the disaster area with a heavy heart.

For her, this is not just a work task assigned to her by her superiors.

Similarly, the camera is also used to record a tragic history truthfully.

These days, Luo Shanshan shoots shots.

It's all about the sorrow and tragedy of separation from life and death.

This made her feel very uncomfortable, especially when she looked back at the photos, she almost cried until her tears dried up.

However, she also filmed some touching and positive scenes of PLA soldiers performing disaster relief and rescue work.

But there are so many photos like this, and it seems that everyone’s focus is on them.

But Luo Shanshan's way of thinking has been different since she was a child.

She doesn't like to film things that everyone is filming and recording.

It’s not that scenes like soldiers saving people are not worth recording, but that too many people are recording them.

When every photo is touching and can become a classic.

That means it can never become a classic.

Although she is just an intern, Luo Shanshan wants to record some unique perspectives.

She wanted to be in this city that was destroyed by the earthquake and was in ruins.

Find a beautiful flower that can truly bring hope and expectation to people.

At this moment, she suddenly saw several figures standing on the ruins not far away.

On the left are three soldiers.

On the right side is a girl.

Against the backdrop of the fiery clouds, the picture almost forms a composition that is perfect to the point of being outrageous.

Luo Shanshan's heart was pounding. She quickly raised her camera and pointed it over there, and found the best shooting angle.

In the camera, the girl seemed to be in a trance and suddenly burst into tears.

She let the plastic bag in her hand fall to the ground, and the oranges in the bag scattered everywhere.

The next second, two figures ran towards each other and hugged each other tightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It seems as if he wants to rub the other person into his body and never separate.

The two soldiers next to them looked at each other at this moment, and both of them raised their mouths to reveal a relieved smile.

Click!

The shutter is pressed!

This photo was recorded by Luo Shanshan's camera.

Natural disasters are merciless, life and death are separated, encounters and reunions are made, and the best wishes of comrades-in-arms...

In the near future, this photo appeared in the most prominent position in the earthquake relief photography exhibition.

Moreover, it has become an eternal classic depicting military love.

And Luo Shanshan also gave this photo a very nice name.

Love. Reunion