The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 830
"Who are you?" The woman asked, looking at the figure of the cooking squad leader who walked in.

"Isn't this the child's thin cover? I was also worried that the child would catch a cold, so I brought a blanket for the child." The second-level non-commissioned officer said while walking to the bed where the child was lying.

"Thank you!" The woman smiled and thanked the monitor of the cooking class.

"Is this what it should be? If you need anything else, just tell me. You're welcome." The monitor of the cooking class said, and gently covered the child with the blanket that was unfolded in his hand .

The little girl who was sleeping moved her eyelids and then opened her eyes.

The monitor of the cooking class did not expect to cover the child himself and wake the child up. He thought that he was already very careful.

The little girl who opened her eyes blinked, and looked at the monitor of the cooking class who was also looking at her, and saw that the eyes of the cooking class were full of kindness.

The little girl sat up suddenly, and threw herself into the arms of the cooking class monitor: "Dad, Dad, I finally saw you. Mom said, when I wake up, I can see Dad. Mom really didn't lie to me."

The woman was stunned, the leader of the cooking class who was at a loss was also stunned, Ding Xiaojun who rushed to the door was also stunned, and the instructor, everyone, did not expect such a situation.

"Father, why haven't you come back to see us?" the little girl asked again with slight complaints.

"There is a lot of work in the army, and I can't leave." The squad leader of the cooking squad didn't know what happened to him, so he replied.

The instructor at the door looked at Ding Xiaojun, who was also unresponsive, and said softly, "Why did we ignore the monitor of the cooking class? This disrupted our plan."

"I didn't expect this to happen either, trainer, look, what should we do next." Now, Ding Xiaojun is also in a dilemma.

"What else can we do? Let's adapt to the situation. Isn't it just a different object to act in? Now that the child recognizes himself, this saves us a lot of trouble." The instructor said.

At this time, the second-level non-commissioned officer who followed the instructor said: "Instructor, I have nothing to do now, why don't I go first.

The instructor looked back at her and nodded: "Okay, you go back first."

Ding Xiaojun and the instructor looked at each other, then entered the duty room at the same time, and looked at the cooking squad leader together.

The woman looked at Ding Xiaojun helplessly when she saw Ding Xiaojun and the trainer coming in.

Ding Xiaojun nodded to the woman, signaling to the woman not to worry, then looked at the little girl who was being held by the cooking squad monitor, and smiled gently at her.

"Uncle, I'm so happy that Dad is here." The little girl excitedly said to Ding Xiaojun on the shoulder of the cooking class monitor.

The squad leader of the cooking class heard Ding Xiaojun's words, and turned around with the little girl in his arms: "Squad leader Ding, I..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I haven't seen the child for so many years, so I will spend more time with the child." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he winked at the monitor of the cooking class, and the instructor pretended to tease the little girl, and when he came to the monitor of the cooking class , said softly: "Good acting!"

After the instructor finished speaking, he walked to the side of the monitor of the cooking class, raised his hand and greeted the little girl with a smile: "Hello, little guy!"

"I'm not called a little guy. My name is Zhang Yajie. I have a name." After the little girl finished speaking, she smiled mischievously at the instructor.

The trainer turned around and met Ding Xiaojun's eyes. The two smiled knowingly. Sometimes, some things are really simple and can be done easily.

"Since this is the case, then you can play with the children for a while, and we will leave first." After the instructor finished speaking, he smiled at the little girl and said, "Little guy, let your father play with you. If you want to eat delicious food , just ask him for it." After speaking, he stretched out his hand again and hooked the little girl's nose.

"I told you, I have a name, and my name is Zhang Yajie!" The little girl said a little unconvinced.

"Okay, okay, your name is Zhang Yajie, it's okay." The trainer had no choice but to correct his name.

"En!" The little girl nodded, then she turned her head to Ding Xiaojun again, and said happily, "Uncle Hei, thank you, thank you for helping me find my father."

"..." Ding Xiaojun smiled wryly. What is this called? He was shot while lying down, and it was Uncle Hei again. He was doomed to be called Hei in his life.

Seeing Ding Xiaojun's embarrassment, the instructor laughed loudly. He walked to Ding Xiaojun's side, patted Ding Xiaojun's arm, and said, "We are leaving, and there is still something waiting for us, Uncle Hei...Uncle...Uncle!"

The trainer deliberately elongated the sound behind him, and he also made fun of Ding Xiaojun.

Ding Xiaojun squinted and smiled without seeing the correct instructor, turned around and left the duty room.

The trainer kept on laughing, and he waved to the little girl again, then followed Ding Xiaojun and chased her out.

Outside, the trainer was still laughing, as if this ridge was not going to pass, Ding Xiaojun slowed down, and when the trainer got close to him, he said angrily: "As for the donation, I think it should be done as soon as possible. For the little girl's illness, I think it's better to go back to the hospital for treatment."

The trainer also stopped laughing, and when he talked about the business, he couldn't continue to tease him. He looked up at the sky seriously and said, "You are right, this matter really cannot be delayed, we have already helped her achieve it." It's a wish, now it's time for her to go back to treatment with peace of mind, let's go, gather the team, and pass on the donation."

The two of them were talking, and walked towards the middle of the two companies. As they walked, Ding Xiaojun suddenly spoke again, and he said: "Instructor, let me talk a little bit first. Look, let's donate money, don't we?" Don't set hard targets, just follow everyone's wishes, we can't make the soldiers feel uncomfortable, right?"

After thinking about it for a while, the instructor said: "We don't have many people in this camp. The hard target can be variable, but at least a bottom line must be set. Let's do this. The minimum donation is two hundred, which is not too much. There is no upper limit. Everyone volunteers. You Let's see how it goes."

Ding Xiaojun thought about it, isn’t this still a hard paper label, but when he thought about it, it’s right. There are only two companies in the whole battalion. Together, there are only about a hundred people. , even if there are a few who donate a lot, if you donate a thousand children or eight hundred, you won't be able to donate much. The little girl's illness costs a lot. Maybe it will come out tomorrow because of insufficient funds. In this case, the instructor's method is somewhat effective.

(End of this chapter)