Xiaobing Fang Heng

Fang Heng was indeed packed up and lying on the ground this afternoon. If he hadn't been wearing protective gear, he might have been beaten up by Wei Yayang and vomited three liters of blood.

It is really maddening that people are better than others. Yang Yi envied him for having a backstage, but he envied Wei Yayang for practicing since he was a child. Fang Heng never felt that his skills were too bad. Bi, it was obvious that he hadn't encountered a hard bone before, and he was far behind Wei Yayang in terms of physical endurance and responsiveness alone. If he hadn't held back his energy, he might not even be able to touch the corner of his clothes, but that's it. , the other party is not in pain or itching.

On this day, Fang Heng had tasted the bloody reality.

Although Wei Yayang has a cheap mouth, he has actually suffered a lot since he was a child. He is agile, has good physical strength, and naturally has a high spirit. It is a bit arrogant to say it.

So, as soon as the beating was over, the resentment in my heart was vented, and I sat down beside Fang Heng handsomely, and said confidently, "I don't like you. You know the specific reason. I didn't like you at first, but now I don't like you." I don't like it either, but I can't tell in the future, but after today's fight, I'm done with it, if you're not convinced, you can still come to me, right here, I'll definitely accompany you."

"Hey, this kid is pretty handsome." The training over there was temporarily terminated, and Lei Lian organized a group to watch the excitement. After speaking, the buddy snatched Yang Yi's chest, "Yangzi, is this the recruit you brought?"

Yang Yi covered his chest and laughed, "Well, how is it?"

"Okay, not bad."

Yang Yi smiled and opened the two dimples, feeling a little proud that the soldiers he leads can make him look good, that is what every officer is committed to doing, Wei Yayang's words are really a bit exciting.

Tragic student Fang, who became a stepping stone, rubbed his chest and gasped for breath. The dissatisfaction in his eyes was layered upon layer, but after fighting for so long, he has gained self-knowledge. It changed from a moment, and it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years!

The sympathetic Sir, when he was about to vomit blood from the internal injury, finally had a chance to rush to see the injury, but was blocked by Fang Heng raising his hand. Fang Heng gritted his teeth and said, "That's it."

Hou Jue also knew that it would be silly to take off his clothes in front of so many people, so he glanced at Fang Heng's exposed skin, then took off the glove from one hand, and waited for Fang Heng to see the injury. When I took off the protective gear, I still couldn't help but asked, "Is there something wrong with your ears?"

Fang Heng shook his head, stood up supporting Hou Jue's shoulders, and looked at Yang Yi with a bit of innocence, "Can I go back?"

Yang Yi nodded apologetically to Lei Gang, then smiled with the familiar soldiers, and went out the door first, leaving behind a very handsome back, but as soon as the old mother got to the door, her heart broke out again, and she glanced at Fang Heng After another glance, he finally couldn't help but opened his mouth, "I'll give you medicine when you go back."

Fang Heng used to pretend to be aggressive, but as soon as he walked, Fang Heng realized that his upper body was burned in the fire, and it hurt everywhere, so he grinned and nodded, temporarily unable to do so.

The aftermath of the fight was just the beginning, and it looked like it was over now, but in fact it was far more than that.

As far as Yang Yi could see, now Wei Yayang used Fang Heng to show his face, but hit the younger one and provoked the older one. At least Hou Jue still had to deal with the follow-up, but it took time and opportunity to unravel the knot, and he had to eat it in one bite. Yang Yi also understood not to be in a hurry.

So, after going back, Yang Yi first called Fang Heng to the office and handed him a bottle of medicinal wine. When the person took off his clothes, Yang Yi realized that Fang Heng's small body looked thin, but it was actually quite average, at least not That feeling of weakness with ribs floating up one by one, is miserable enough.

胸口差不多被揍了五六拳，脸上两拳，虽然有拳套和护胸，但是毕竟是没练过抗击打的新兵，皮肉还嫩着，一个叠一个的红痕印在胸口上，想必Tomorrow will be worth it.

Yang Yi looked around, turned his gaze away, and turned to do other things. Fang Heng sat on the stool and grinned slowly.

After a while, Yang Yi looked up at Fang Heng, and said earnestly, "If Hou Jue fights again, no one will be able to protect him."

"?" Fang Heng was confused by what he said without beginning or end, but he still nodded.

After Yang Yi finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued writing, hoping that Fang Heng could understand, but when he looked up again, Fang Heng's eyes were vaguely confused, so Yang Yi could only sigh, "You guys The two have nothing to do with each other, okay? He stood up for you, so you should also think about him, you don't want to drag your brother down to death, do you?"

The word 'drag' made Fang Heng's complexion slightly changed, he was stunned for two seconds, then nodded cautiously, "I see."

Now that the conversation has started, Yang Yi pondered for a while and continued, "I don't ask your recruit company to perform well, but don't make trouble all day long. You are lucky if nothing happens. If there is a big trouble, No one can protect you."

Yang Yi was referring to Fang Heng's backstage who didn't know where he came from. Fang Heng was still thinking about Hou Jue's matter, but he didn't think too deeply, just nodded.

The corners of Yang Yi's tensed mouth finally relaxed, revealing a faint smile, with a feeling that he had finally caught Fang Heng.

I didn't notice it before, I thought this kid was arrogant and fearless, but now I know that he has something to care about. Hou Jue's status in Fang Heng's heart should not be low, even exaggeratedly high, and the curve saves the country is him Yang The next best way.

So he opened his mouth and said, "You and Hou Jue have a good relationship. It's not uncommon for brothers to get ahead in the army, but this place is not outside. Once or twice is fine, but they will not change after repeated admonitions. It is common for the two of you to be expelled together. Do you want to keep me?" I don't know, but Hou Jue obviously doesn't want to leave."

Fang Heng continued to nod, rubbing his hands on his chest extremely slowly, the brown liquid dizzy, and Yang Yi smelled the smell of medicinal wine, which was pungent and pungent.

At this time, Yue Zitong knocked on the door and came in, holding a bucket of Master Kang's braised beef noodles and placed it on Yang Yi's table. Just wait 3 minutes."

Only then did Yang Yi remember that it was already past dinner time, so he nodded with a smile and began to take out his bag, "Thank you, wait a minute, I'll give you the money."

Yue Zitong pursed his lips and smiled, "It's just a few dollars, it won't be the last straw."

"You can't say that, you only have 200 yuan a month, and it's not enough to buy things by yourself." After speaking, Yang Yi turned over the money, and it seemed that there was no change, so he could only throw 20 yuan to Yue Zitong.

Yue Zitong didn't hold back at all, he found the change and went back, and then his eyes fell on Fang Heng, "Platoon leader, is there anything else? I also soaked up Fang Heng's face."

Yang Yi understood, waved Fang Heng and let Fang Heng go.

It was still a bit cold to be shirtless this day, Fang Heng walked and put on his clothes, Yue Zitong bent over to look, "It's okay, Sir, his face is as dark as Bao Gong ever since he came back, I thought it was so miserable."

"It hurts..." The wound was poked by Yue Zitong, Fang Heng flinched and complained, "And what is this wound? I suffered an internal injury, and I lost all face when I lost."

It was close, and within a few strides, they were about to reach the bed. Before going in, Yue Zitong hurriedly said, "Self-esteem can be eaten? Turn around impotence and go to the police, you go to another company, You may not meet each other in this life, you can't hate a dog bite for a lifetime, can you?"

Fang Heng went to his instant noodles and took a look, then smiled at Hou Jue, and then replied, "Turn big things into small things, and making money with harmony is your philosophy of life."

Yue Zitong laughed and stopped talking.

When Fang Heng was holding the noodles and eating, he kept thinking about what Yang Yi said just now, his eyes wandered around the faces of Yue Zitong and Hou Jue, and he hesitated to say: "This time... I want to just let it go. Come on, my lord, I will take revenge on myself, so don't interfere."

Hou Jue raised his eyebrows, stared at Fang Heng for a while, then lowered his head and continued to eat noodles, as a response.

The two of them really don't need to say much.

At the evening party, all the staff wrote the process book, and the parties wrote the self-criticism. Fang Heng found that since he came to the army, he had written more self-criticism than his composition in the third year of high school. And hair.

What happened this time seems to be as simple as a fight, but following along the way, it is really hard to say who is right and who is wrong. At first, Wei Yayang and Hou Jue fought for the first place, and they fought for the squad leader, and they got angry. Then Fang Heng and the platoon leader Yang There was an accident the next day, and Wei Yayang, who was isolated by the whole platoon, watched Fang Heng shed tears so hard that he could not die before he announced it, but Fang Heng returned his hand, changed the order of his name, and changed the order of his name. Cheng'Yang Weiya' was sung everywhere, and the sparks on both sides became more and more intense, until the final needlepoint confronted the wheat.

Fang Heng sighed and wrote a lot, and he really expressed his feelings every word, not to say that he had the generosity of a prime minister to Wei Yayang, but that he felt sorry for Hou Jue and Yang Pai.

Leaving aside his brother Hou Jue, Fang Heng is not a hard-hearted person at all, coupled with his high-mindedness, he does have a sense of guilt on Yang Pai's side, an embarrassment of reneging on his promises. After making trouble again, he himself felt that there was something wrong with his character.

That night, Yang Yi collected the process records and read them word by word. That night, Fang Heng had a sentry station from 11 o'clock to 1 o'clock. When he returned, the desk lamp in the office was still on at the end of the dormitory. Seeing Yang Yi's sculpture-like motionless figure.

Fang Heng was a little distracted all the way, and he still thought about it when he went to bed and closed his eyes. He tossed and turned until Yang Yi finished watching and went out to patrol the bed without falling asleep.

After Yang Yi came out of the office, he walked over from bed to bed, familiarly covering the soldiers who kicked the quilts. Fang Heng's dark eyes kept locked on his figure, and he wrapped the quilts tightly. A few minutes later, a beam of flashlight swept over, and Fang Heng hurriedly closed his eyes.

Yang Yi finally went out and came back 5 minutes later, probably to go to the toilet, or to patrol the post, after which the desk lamp in the office was turned on for several hours before it went out.

Fang Heng stared at the door of the platoon leader's office in a daze, the residual light in his retina lasted for a long time, and he didn't fall asleep until it was dark for a long time.

The next day, Yang Yi announced the content of the punishment. The parties concerned could not get away with three days of education, and even one warning. They would also be responsible for the whole company's internal affairs for a week, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, wiping the table, turning on the water, There is also a toilet not far away. Fang Heng revisited his old place, but this time there are two more people.

Hou Jue and Wei Yayang added one more warning. The position of squad leader is pending assessment from now on, and the promotion of two deputy squad leaders may replace them at any time.

Since Fang Heng was a repeat offender, he was fined for three days of confinement, and the rest of the punishment was postponed with immediate effect.

Close confinement?

Everyone looked at Fang Heng. There was a buzzing in Fang Heng's head, and he immediately thought of the little black room.

Fang Heng was taken to a remote bungalow by the veteran alone. The bungalow was very small, only about 100 square meters. On it, six big characters were pasted on red paper, [Self-esteem, self-examination and self-motivation]. The squad leader first asked him to hand over the tools that may cause self-harm, such as belts and shoelaces, and then took out all the bags, and then took out the key and opened a door. Fang Heng looked at the environment in front of him and asked anxiously. He said, "Is this a small black house?"

"This is the confinement room." The veteran who brought him explained, "I will pick you up in three days."

The door closed with a 'creak', and Fang Heng looked around blankly.

In a space of two or three square meters, the floor is covered with old cotton wool, and the place where the feet touch is a urinal. The wall there is green, with a door made of steel on one side, and a small window at a height of 2 meters on the other side. A glass window was opened, and the sky outside could be seen through the iron fence.

Fang Heng looked at the urinal and stood blankly for a long time, until his feet were sore and limp, he sucked his nose and squatted down. The next moment, there was a shockingly worn-out green quilt in front of him.

Fang Heng blinked, his vision became blurred, suddenly, he felt homesick...

The sun outside was rising higher and higher, but it couldn't shine into the room. The cold feeling directly penetrated the clothes and landed on the skin, piercing sharply into the skin, and the teeth chattered.

Fang Heng wiped off the two 'golden peas' on his face, stretched out his hand and touched the quilt, he was cold.

Then, stunned for a moment, I touched the quilt with my hand again, it felt soft and dry, then I lowered my head and smelled it carefully, and again, it didn't have the expected sour smell, it was still clean.

Fang Heng simply opened the quilt and looked at it carefully, and the tense corners of his mouth finally relaxed.

On February day, even if the bedding was sour, he recognized it, but obviously the army still cared about the feelings of the soldiers. The bedding looked worn out, but there should be a special person to clean it up, which can be regarded as a different kind of thoughtfulness.

After taking a reassuring pill, Fang Heng stood up and moved his stiff body.

A few minutes later, Fang Heng discovered some fun. There were many small characters written on the walls around him. Looking at them one by one, they were all messages from seniors.