Xiaobing Fang Heng

[On June 2002, 6, Jiang also visited here. 】

【October 1999, 10, Yuan Xin visited here. 】

[On January 2000, 1, I, Yuan Xin, came back again! 】

【MB!It's okay for others to fight, but for me to fight, I have to go to confinement, so get out of here! 】

【The only one who gets lost is you, as a junior, you always go away~】

[Will you be locked up for fighting? ?You won't cuckold your company commander, will you? 】

[With strict textual research, desertion is the first-class crime. I just greeted the company commander and his relatives, but they will also receive this kind of unfair treatment. Public revenge, combined with the statement upstairs, maybe my company commander's lover is his mother !Ha ha ha ha! 】

[Be careful to close the little black house next time, on July 2006, 7, I, Zhong Peifei, finally visited this legendary holy place...]

[On November 2008, 11, Nie Jiezhuo came to cover the claws. 】

【Iron gates, iron windows, iron chains~Hold on to the iron windows and I look out~How beautiful life is outside~When will I return to my homeland...] (Iron bars tears)

[... Fuck, who is this brother?Dare you be a little more provocative?Your shitty lyrics had me humming for a week! ! 】

[The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone. Hey... juniors, make persistent efforts to feed the mosquitoes here so that we can add more food. 】

[Mosquitoes fly in the sky, cicadas scream outside, fleas run all over the ground, ants form a column...]

The graffiti on the wall spans a long time, the top one has faded, but the new one behind it seems to have been written a few days ago. The color changes and fonts of black, sky blue and ink blue can confirm that every sentence is Written by different people at different times.

Fang Heng curled his mouth and looked all the way down, his depressed mood finally recovered a lot, and comforted himself even if he had spent three days of vacation in a place isolated from the world.

It shouldn't be too hard...

Just like what a buddy wrote—【Single room-level treatment, free three meals a day, [-]/[-] dedicated security guards, no round-the-clock training, VIP enjoyment, VIP in the army.If you compete too seriously, you will lose. We must be good at discovering the truth, goodness and beauty in it. 】

Yes, truth, kindness and beauty... Truth, kindness and beauty! !

The range of activities is 3 square meters, there is no one to talk to, no cigarettes or books, nothing to do, three steamed buns a day, three bowls of cold water, the stench after defecation is suffocating, and the night is dark and windy. It's over, it's just counting the time with tears streaming down my face.

The guard monitor came over the next morning, gave him a pen and paper to write the inspection, and then left. Looking at the back, Fang Heng almost rushed forward and hugged his thigh and cried, I was wrong, please, put Call the lamb chops over here, I will admit my mistake with a correct attitude and never do it again.

On the third day before the ban was lifted, Fang Heng was asked to clean the toilet and dry the bedding. He had to say that the confinement had a miraculous effect on him. When I was there, I laughed, "Why are you so haggard?"

Fang Heng looked up at him, a layer of fluff grew around his mouth, and he said with a mournful face, "Can I ask for a bath? There are fleas."

"There's no hot water at this point, report to your platoon leader first, and we'll talk about it later."

Fang Heng scratched his scalp, scratched his belly, put on his belt and followed silently.

The day when Fang Heng was released from 'prison' was the weekend, and the recruits even had vacations. Fang Heng stopped going inside when he arrived at the door.

When Yang Yi came out, he took the washing utensils and handed them over without saying anything. Fang Heng took the basin and rushed to the sink, like burning his butt.

Yang Yi followed behind to watch for a while, saw Fang Heng standing by the pool and began to take off his clothes, pondered for a while and went into the bedroom, and came out with two bottles of hot water.

Fang Heng was shrinking his neck and wiping a cold towel on himself. When he saw Yang Yi walking this way carrying hot water, he was stunned for a moment, and said awkwardly, "The check is in my bag."

Yang Yi smiled, first poured half a bottle of hot water into the basin, and then looked at Fang Heng's body while drinking cold water. It was red and swollen, and a layer of goose bumps was stimulated on the skin, and even the two light-colored small spots on the chest were hardened. Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, watched Fang Heng turn off the water, and impatiently put the water on the water. Sprinkling a towel soaked in hot water on himself, he simply rolled up his sleeves and prepared to help.

It would be a lie to say that you are not soft-hearted.

Yang Yi had four years in the military academy and one year in the army. He had no relationship with the confinement room at all, and the people around him didn't say that they would make trouble and be sent inside. Do you think this punishment is too severe?

It is common for comrades in the army to fight. Many times, as long as there is no accident, the major incidents will be reduced to minor incidents, and there is no way to control them. Therefore, the most common soldiers in the confinement room are those who steal or desert. There are really not many people who get into fights. Unless they beat ordinary people outside and are accused of being sent to the army, they are rarely punished so severely.

Seeing Fang Heng like this, Yang Yi suddenly felt that power is a double-edged sword.

The platoon leader is just a petty officer, the lowest-level officer in the army, but he still has the right to train 30 soldiers at will. He always thought that he could be just and fair for this position, but it turned out to be nothing more than that.

People's emotions can never be controlled, and the colored eyes still exist no matter how they avoid them. He has to admit that the punishment this time is indeed biased.

Seeing Fang Heng bending over to wipe his thighs, Yang Yi continued to refill the basin with hot water, and said with concern, "It's almost enough, let's deal with it first, and then wash it well at night."

Fang Heng didn't speak.

Yang Yi's hand pouring water paused slightly, and his eyes darkened a little. It seemed that he and Fang Heng really didn't get along, just like Fang Heng's inexplicable dislike for him, and his punishment of Fang Heng could not be truly objective and fair. .

After the basin of water was poured, Yang Yi went to the dormitory and found Fang Heng's clothes and pants, and asked Hou Jue and Yue Zitong to send them over. He went back to the dormitory alone, with the scratches on his body and his haggard face in his head. .

He had to think about it and define Fang Heng's position more fairly, otherwise this situation would happen again and again, and it would be unbearable not only for Fang Heng, but also for himself.

Strictly speaking, Yang Yi is not a person who must retaliate. Compared with holding on to death on one thing, a step back is more suitable for his lifestyle. As an ordinary person with good roots, he is dealing with some things. Things are more tactful. After all, if something happens with head-to-head, the unlucky one will always be a person with no background like him. Therefore, Yang Yi is better at dealing with things with a friendly appearance, and he has to think carefully about soft and hard.

After Yang Yi left, Fang Heng poured a basin of warm water over his head, and then let out a sigh of relief.

The confinement room... It's really not a place for people to stay.

Fortunately, it is winter now. If it were summer... Fang Heng shivered, rubbing and rubbing his body fiercely, wishing to shed a layer of skin.

"Fang Heng." Fang Heng turned his head to look over, Hou Jue frowned, rolled his sleeves, and rushed over with strides, asking as he walked, "What kind of bath do you take in this winter?"

"It's okay." Fang Heng grinned, "It's uncomfortable."

"Are there mosquitoes?" Hou Jue bent down and picked up the thermos to pour water, looking at the marks scratched on Fang Heng's body and asked.

"Fleas." It's okay not to mention it, but Fang Heng started to itch again when he mentioned it, and raised his hand to scratch his chest, "Why did you come out?"

"Yang Pai asked us to deliver clothes."

"How's it going in there?" Yue Zitong stood beside him holding his clothes.

Fang Heng glanced at him, "You'll know when you go in."

"I'm not going."

"...Gloating, right?"

Yue Zitong raised his eyebrows and smiled, and patted his chest, "Hurry up and wash, buddy, I invite you to smoke after washing."

"I have to go to Yang Pai's place later, so let's go later."

"No hurry, I have to catch my breath. I have to talk to you about the Spring Festival."

Fang Heng was rubbing the back of his neck with a towel, when he heard this, he gave him a hard look, "Dude, you just got out of prison, and you just mentioned this to me? The most poisonous woman's heart, poisonous widow, divorce you! "

Yue Zitong laughed, "One day is like three autumns. It's been nine years. You still don't want me to develop a second spring? Just rest."

Hou Jue picked up a basin and splashed it on Fang Heng's back, and interjected, "It's okay, I'll help you guard your queen, he doesn't dare, otherwise the three-foot white silk will serve you, and you will be cut at the Meridian Gate."

Fang Heng nodded, "Good brother."

The three of them fought for a while, Fang Heng finally reborn as a human comfortably, the cat smoked a cigarette in the corner, and then went in to find Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's office is at the innermost, and to get in, one has to go through the beds of the entire recruit company. Fang Heng's eyes were basically silenced when he appeared, and his eyes were certainly not good-looking, but Fang Heng had been ill for a long time, and he directly regarded them as air .

After Yang Yi took the inspection, he fell silent. After reading it again, he turned out Fang Heng's previous review, read it again and again, and then said, "The treatment plan has been mentioned before, and there is no change. You first Go back and rest, you can go to bed."

Fang Heng nodded with a bad complexion, not saying he hated Yang Yi, but he was really uncomfortable. The past three days would definitely make him remember for a lifetime.

Although the punishment has been fixed, the ideological education of the instructor has already been done when he was in confinement. Fang Heng is a repeat offender, so what should be said before has been said, and the instructor handed over this job to Yang Yi.

After dinner, Fang Heng was taken to the playground by Yang Yi. He thought he would be fined to run away, but Yang Yi said, "Try not to scratch the bags on your body, and don't sprinkle anti-itching water on the cuts. It will be fine, otherwise you will get infected."

Fang Heng nodded.

Yang Yi touched the back of his neck and looked at him, seeing Fang Heng's lukewarm look again, so he sighed, turned his head and looked into the distance, his gaze became far away, "Actually, I don't have much to say, just Sit here for a while."

About 10 minutes later, Yang Yi couldn't help but said, "Do you think the punishment is heavy this time?"

Fang Heng was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"I listen to the truth."

Fang Heng continued to shake his head.

Yang Yi was a little surprised, and the prepared rhetoric was snuffed out like this, so he could only bow his head and pull the weeds.

After a minute or two, Fang Heng followed suit, and the two of them separated after pulling out the grass in front of them.