Lin Zhixia, a junior at the military academy, was left in the Academic Affairs Office to help the teacher during the summer vacation.
She was wearing fitness clothes, with a low ponytail, and her singing was neither good nor bad. She lost the second round in the "Entertainment Competition" on the radio station.
Back in the office, two men in military uniforms sat across from me.
She nodded, sat down, worked, and then—as soon as her hand touched the documents on the table, she was intercepted by a deep voice:
"Didn't anyone tell you that things that are not allowed to be moved are not allowed to be moved?"
The man had three stars on his shoulder, and he looked at her like he was looking at the thorns of a new recruit company.
She was so frightened that she sat up straight, thinking: This person is so vicious.
He didn't know that this little girl was the child he was brought to when he was six years old and called "brother" in a milky voice.
She didn't know that this fierce senior had fought for her, tied her shoelaces, and picked wild flowers from the roadside and pinned them to her ears when she was a child.
