I was carrying a small suitcase at the time and met the company commander Liang Erxi.
Liang Erxi held my hand tightly, his face extremely excited:
"Welcome, welcome! Our company has been eagerly hoping for the higher-ups to assign us an instructor, waiting like stars and moon, and today we've finally got our wish!"
Liang Erxi's first impression on me was that of an honest peasant.
His face was dark, his body tightly strung, standing at about one meter seventy. His eyes weren't large, but his lips were thick, tightly pressed into a line.
In one glance, I knew he must've joined the army with a wreath of sorghum flowers.
"Instructor, you look like you're only twenty-six or twenty-seven."
"Not at all, I'm already thirty-two."
"So we're the same age, both born in the Year of the Rat." He smiled sincerely, "But you look at least seven or eight years younger than me."
"Alright, alright, you're just a field mouse at best."
