The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 720 Then You Should Go Back

"Let's go for a walk. I heard that you have a good fishing rod. It's just right. I also want to try my luck and see if I can catch a big fish."

Ding Xiaojun smiled: "The fishing rod was given by a friend. I don't use it very much, so I'll go get it now."

Ding Xiaojun guessed that the political commissar was also worried about his emotions, so he found a reason to go outside to talk about it, maybe because of environmental problems, it would not make people feel too uncomfortable.

The political commissar nodded, acquiescing to Ding Xiaojun to fetch the fishing rod.

After taking the fishing rod, Ding Xiaojun led the political commissar and walked towards the pond that he hadn't been to for a long time.

"I didn't expect that the environment here is so good, I feel a little bit reluctant to leave here." By the pond, the political commissar looked at the blooming lotus and sighed.

Ding Xiaojun looked at the lotus, but he didn't feel too deeply. Maybe he has no interest in flowers at all.

"These lotuses, I sorted them out with Commander Lu at the beginning, and there have been more and more of them since then. I didn't expect that there will be such a scene today."

As Ding Xiaojun said, he relined the fishing rod in his hand, hung up the bait, and handed it to the political commissar.

The political commissar took over, found a place, threw it into the pond, pulled it up again, adjusted the depth of the float, and then threw it into the pond again, and adjusted it three times before it was completely adjusted.

Next, the political commissar sat on a dead tree stump brought by Ding Xiaojun and concentrated on fishing.

Ding Xiaojun stood beside the political commissar, waiting for the political commissar to deliver the news.

As time passed, the political commissar seemed to be here for fishing, and he didn't say anything, which made Ding Xiaojun anxious.

But he couldn't ask first by himself, so he could only wait dryly.

"Oh, I got hooked." The political commissar suddenly lifted the fishing rod, and then the whole fishing rod bent, and because the political commissar was too excited, with this force, he sat on the ground behind the tree stump.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaojun quickly reached out to help the political commissar.

"Pull the hook first, don't let it escape. This is definitely a big fish. I want to catch it and bring it back to show off to the commander." At this time, the political commissar did not have the majesty of a leader. He was just like a naughty child. It's the same as answering a certain difficult question.

Ding Xiaojun was speechless, he could only grab the fishing rod first, and then he threw a palm-sized fish onto the bank with great force.

Ding Xiaojun was stunned on the spot. Seeing how hard the political commissar was, he thought it was a big fish, so he used a little more force, and Cheng Xiang was thrown up like that.

The political commissar was also stunned. He never expected that Ding Xiaojun seemed to know how to fish at all, so he just threw it up vigorously. Fortunately, the fish was not big, otherwise, the line or pole might be broken. .

The political commissar glared at Ding Xiaojun: "What are you doing in a daze, pack the barrels."

Ding Xiaojun quickly caught the fish and took the hook, and was loading the barrel.

The political commissar took the fishing rod for the first time, and after throwing it into the pond, he looked back at the tree stump behind him, sat down, and complained to Ding Xiaojun: "Next time I come fishing, why don't you You have to prepare a decent chair for me, you can't fool me with rotten tree stumps."

"Yes, yes, next time I will definitely prepare the chair in advance." Ding Xiaojun hurriedly laughed along with him, but immediately he froze from laughing.

"Next time, will there be a next time?" He couldn't help thinking.

The political commissar fished quietly for a while, then turned around inadvertently, seeing Ding Xiaojun in a daze, the political commissar asked, "Xiao Ding, what are you thinking?"

"No, nothing?" Ding Xiaojun quickly replied.

The political commissar looked at Ding Xiaojun's face again: "Oh, is that right? You have been in the army for twelve years. I saw your leave record. It was only in your first year as a first-class non-commissioned officer. Are you homesick?"

"Do you miss home?" After saying these words, he couldn't help thinking whether he wanted to miss home or not, and he wanted to look like home again, but when he thought about it, he realized that he no longer remembered what his home was like .Let Ding Xiaojun not know how to answer

Seeing that Ding Xiaojun did not answer, he was still embarrassed, and the political commissar said, "Is it so difficult to answer whether you want to or not? If you think about it, you just think about it. If you don't think about it, you say you don't want to. Why are you not so straightforward?"

"I should be homesick. It's been a long time since I went back. I don't even remember what my own home looks like." Ding Xiaojun said calmly.

"I can't even remember, so you should go back." The political commissar said in a low voice.

"Then you should go back." The second half of the sentence exploded in Ding Xiaojun's head, and finally came. He thought that there would be such a day, but he still couldn't accept it just by hearing it with his own ears. .

"He's taken the bait again." The political commissar suddenly stood up, and with the lessons learned from the previous time, this time the political commissar was prepared ahead of time.

"Big fish, it's big enough this time, Xiao Ding, please help." The political commissar, holding on to the fishing rod, shouted to Ding Xiaojun who was next to him.

Ding Xiaojun quickly put away his emotions. Now that he has the answer, he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. He is ready to go back with peace of mind. He strode to the side of the political commissar and helped the political commissar grab the fishing rod , the two worked together to bring the big fish they caught to the shore.

"Now some of them are going back to show off." The political commissar looked at Ding Xiaojun's big fish loaded back into the bucket, smiled and began to pack the fishing gear.

"Political commissar, aren't you fishing for a while?" Ding Xiaojun looked at the political commissar and asked.

The political commissar said happily: "It's such a big harvest, there's no need to fish anymore. I told you that my time is limited, so I'm rushing back. Next time."

It's next time again, which made Ding Xiaojun's expression stiff, and he was about to leave. Next time, he won't be with him.

On the way back, the political commissar was very excited, saying that this was the biggest fish he had ever caught, and he must bring it back for everyone to see.

Ding Xiaojun laughed along, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, in short, he was a little irritable.

"Xiao Wang, load the fish in this bucket into the car, hurry up." In the camp, the political commissar shouted to his driver.

The driver Xiao Wang ran over to take the bucket from Ding Xiaojun, took a look, and looked at the political commissar in surprise.

Seeing that the driver Xiao Wang was in a daze, the political commissar couldn't help reprimanding him: "Don't be dazed, take the car up. I caught this. I have to take it back so that everyone can see it."

"Yes!" The driver Xiao Wang ran away with the bucket of fish in hand.

The political commissar turned his head and looked at Ding Xiaojun: "Pack up your things today, you can catch the bus at [-]:[-] p.m., go back early."

"Yes!" Ding Xiaojun replied sternly. He didn't expect that it would be so soon, and he didn't give himself a time to say goodbye to his friends. Perhaps, he was also considering his own mood. After all, saying goodbye is also a very sad thing.

(End of this chapter)