MTL - The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Chapter 2 Rebirth

Shuikou Village in Fujun Town is a village with a unit stationed in the depths of the mountains. In the middle of the night, the villagers in Shuikou Village can always hear the sound of trucks screaming. It is a military truck that marches at night. The road at the entrance to the village was opened.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, the villagers were all asleep, and they would not know it when they heard it.

Someone will wake up and wait until they can't hear the sound.

The village head said, who dares not to abide by the rules, and the road that will be repaired by the state will be cut off!

People, send them directly to jail, don't think about it for a lifetime!

Ye Jian woke up for a long time. After listening to the sound of the military truck disappearing, she climbed up from the bed with a headache and turned on the flashlight. The light of the flashlight was on the wall hanging on the calendar.

It turns out that... I am not dreaming. It turns out that I can open my eyes and see the sun of tomorrow.

It turns out that the gift of her grace and destiny to her life is to grow up in hardships, to be born again in the fire, not to be so embarrassed to die!

Time in the past, the village of Shuikou at 6 o'clock in the morning has already smoked, and the trees in the morning village in the morning sun are green and flowing.

Outside the window, the swallow flew on the wire and shouted cheerfully.

The clear morning sun passes through the mist, softly falling down, and the flowers on the branches are brighter.

The green buds of the green leaves hold the flowers, and the flowers on the branches become more and more beautiful.

Once again, I saw spring blossoms, Yan returned, ... is already a completely different situation.

Ye Jian, who woke up in the middle of the night, didn't sleep anymore, and looked at the girl who was sitting on the edge of her bed and talking non-stop. The dark eyes were slightly stunned.

The girl in front of her eyes was red and white, her black hair was licking her throat, and she dexterously slanted from her shoulder.

The eyes are watery, like the autumn waves, the skin is dark, and there are small spots on both sides of the nose.

These two are not shortcomings of shortcomings, she remembers that she did a lot of post-processing.

This is Ye Ying, the source of all the hardships of his life in his life, so that he will not be happy in his life, and even die from the source of death.

"I want to take the exam on Monday, you have to remember to help me. Also, I brought back the school homework, you can finish it for me!" Ye Yingsheng is good, the voice is also good, like the yellow ostrich, it’s good. Tight.

It is full of imperative tone, just as Ye Jian deserves to owe her.

Ye Jian held the quilt and looked at Ye Yingyan, and bent his lips. He smiled and said: "Ye Ying, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Ye Ying, fourteen, has not seen for a long time.

"What hasn't been seen for a long time! I saw it yesterday! You stupid." Fourteen-year-old Ye Ying looked at her half-year-old cousin, her face worried: "You can't be stupid! So beautiful, fall Silly is terrible."

So smart and stupid, what about her homework!

Ye Jian's eyebrows are curved, and the corners of his mouth are very shallow and shallow. It looks like a clear smile like a stream. "I want to be stupid. You won't be worse? No one is helping you with homework. No one gives you an answer. No one has helped you get into the rankings. Hey, think about it, how do I feel that you are worse?"

While admiring the changing look of Ye Ying's face, Ye Jian read the sentence "Amitabha" in his heart, sin, sin, the feeling of bullying is so cool, how she did not find it before!

Returning to the fourteenth self must be cherished!

"It's really stupid! I still need you to do my homework for me?" I thought about it in my heart, and I was told by Ye Jian, and Ye Ying, who was pale and white, was disgruntled.

Trying to resolve their embarrassment, in the end is still young, lack of skill, and the look is inevitably a bit distorted.

Ye Jane looked at her expression, only to feel that her withered heart was like blood, and the whole person was alive.

Side-to-side, the expression slightly converged, no need to trim the exquisite eyebrows wrinkled up, did not immediately take the words, is silent.

(End of this chapter)