The Xinjiang base of my military career - my "first love" ended

Before I left the Beijing courtyard, I once received a love letter, which was the only love letter I received in my life. At that time, the end of this love letter and its owner was as follows: According to the principle of believing in the organization, I handed the love letter to my superior leader and my superior leader happened to have no good feelings for the owner of the love letter, so it was suggested that I give up my collusion with him and seriously prepare for Xinjiang.

In fact, we still have feelings, otherwise he wouldn't have written love letters to me, and I wouldn't have been ambiguous before leaving. After arriving in Xinjiang, I have been considering whether to communicate or not, and I am also waiting for further action from the owner of the love letter. After waiting for a while and there was no follow-up, I did something strange and surprising: because in the darkness I felt that the direction of things seemed to change, so I privately opened the letter from the friend of the owner of the love letter, who had come to the Xinjiang base with me at a time. From the letter I opened privately, I got a "disposition opinion" about me, to the effect that the owner of the love letter felt that we might have a shallow relationship, so he hoped that through this friend, I would know his intentions and be at peace with each other.

I'll go! This is simply intolerable to me! In my logic, since you wrote me a love letter since I have no conclusion, you must wait for my conclusion whether my conclusion is YES or NO! Without a sense of legality, I took the letter I opened privately to find the friend of the owner of the love letter, inexplicably and wonderfully quarreled with him, and asked him why the person did not write to me directly but wrote to him to tell him to relay it to me?! In the confusion of this friend, I threw the open letter at him and walked out of his dormitory without the slightest regret.

Later in Xinjiang, I knew that the owner of the love letter found a female nurse in a hospital, and later found different groups of female comrades in the same unit to marry... Later, we were all old.

What I did as a young man with the imprint of youth was so ridiculous. Since then, I have always wondered, why didn't I keep the love letter written by the owner of the love letter in the first place? If you can quietly stay, it is also a worth remembering thing, because it is an original, three-page love story on the paper. Although there is no follow-up.