Xiaobing Fang Heng

Fang Heng stood in front of him, tilted his head to look, his eyes almost touched Yang Yi's face.

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth twitched as he looked at Fang Heng's tilted head, tightened his clothes a few inches, then raised his head slightly, with a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth, "Look again!? I'll stamp you!!"

When he raised his head, Fang Heng could see clearly. Yang Yi had lipstick on his lips, and a layer of lip gloss on the outside. It was moist, plump and shiny, and there was no makeup on other places, but that alone was weird enough. .

"?" Yang Yi was a little embarrassed to be stared at by Fang Heng, so he made a wrong foot and was about to go in, but Fang Heng grabbed his sleeve and said with a smile, "This...you better not go in. "

"That's what I mean too." Yue Zitong nodded hurriedly, "There will be no mystery if you make an early appearance." Apparently different from Fang Heng's standpoint, Yue Zitong is very satisfied with his design.

Before Yang Yi could say anything, seeing someone coming out of the door, he just lowered his head and leaned against the wall.

Fang Heng leaned over, tilted his head and continued to look, red lips, Yang Yi's shy and timid look, Fang Heng couldn't hold back this time, tilted his head, and started to laugh.

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at him, narrowing his eyes dangerously, with a cold light in his eyes, "Believe it or not, I really stamped you?"

"?" Fang Heng covered his mouth and looked over, then glanced at Yue Zitong. In fact, he didn't understand what it meant from the first time. Yang Yi just lowered his head and wanted to kiss on the face. Fang Heng reacted very quickly this time. , dodged back, eyes widened in horror, "What are you doing?"

Yang Yi pouted his mouth into a circle, "Stamped."

"..."

"Okay!" Yue Zitong yelled, reacted slowly, straightened his body, looked at Fang Heng, "How dramatic is it?"

"..." Yang Yi was speechless, a little afraid of Yue Zitong, he was just talking.

Fang Heng's eyes rolled around, he thought about it, and suddenly he was happy, and said again and again, "It should be good! Where is the cover? The cheek or the neck?"

"Is it suitable?" Compared with Fang Heng's excitement, Yue Zitong was still a little worried. After all, he was in the army, and everything should not be overdone. Once the lip marks appeared, he might be accused of style problems.

"Of course not, the influence is not good. According to me, I shouldn't even play." Yang Yi was just teasing, otherwise he would have kissed Fang Heng directly on the head, and he couldn't hide it. After waking up, thinking about how he might be laughed at by his comrades in the future when he was dressed up on stage, he wanted to shrink back.

"Didn't you say it all, this is art." Yue Zitong held his forehead. He had discussed it twice before, and he was already a little overwhelmed. To be cut again.

"Platoon leader... don't tell me..." Fang Heng posted back and smiled obsequiously, "You have promised everything, don't change your mind at the last minute, everyone is looking forward to it." The most important thing is that I am an alternate! !

Yang Yi pursed his lips uncomfortably, and frowned, but he didn't say anything. In fact, according to his own statement, it's enough to uglify a bit, pretend to be a silly girl from the mountains, and make people smile. The problem is that Yue Zitong is too Shangxin, from head to toe is dressed too delicately, this taste is wrong, I always feel...I always feel...how should I put it?It's like flirting on the running platform.

The three of them squatted outside for a while, Fang Heng and Yue Zitong muttered together, one program after another passed by inside, the applause was like thunder, and Yang Yi felt that his heart was so cold that he finally couldn't bear it. The resident sighed and rubbed his forehead.He didn't understand, others were also platoon leaders, and he was also a platoon leader, so why did they follow these soldiers like this.

The program in the third row was the second to last. Yue Zitong knew the detailed program schedule, and when he saw that the time was almost up, he pulled them in. Fang Heng looked as usual, walking calmly, and Yang Yi's lowered chin was pressed to his chest. , the whole person bent into a shrimp.

The first row of the recruit company is a solo singer. The voice is very good. It sounds like he has learned how to pronounce. There is a melodica behind him. In the army, the melodica and the guitar are two commonly used instruments. The two people can cooperate well. , the singer's clear voice coupled with the simple soundtrack, people can't help but miss their family members.

At the end of the song, the announcer said again, "Next, three rows of recruits will perform a barracks fashion show."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The music with a strong sense of rhythm sounded, and the atmosphere changed instantly. The music at the previous moment was still melodious, but at this moment, a strong modern atmosphere filled the audience.

The barracks was really boring. When Fang Heng and his group of strangely dressed people came out from the rear, everyone started to make a fuss, clapping their hands rhythmically and yelling.

In fact, the personality of being crazy does not only refer to a very few people. Except for those who are particularly introverted, most people have this kind of trait hidden in their bodies, so they were coaxed together like this, and the atmosphere at the scene was heightened. Before that, I was a little shy The person just let go, waving his hands and bouncing forward, fuck it!do my best!

Fang Heng waving all the way and throwing blowing kisses all the way, sprinkled all over the place flamboyantly, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

The 12 performers were divided into two groups, with six standing on each side of the stage.

In the audience, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" The shouts and applause echoed each other, and even the company commander and the instructor applauded.

Yue Zitong was the organizer and did not perform. He stood by the announcer at the beginning. Seeing that the time was about the same, the music switched and changed to "March of the Chinese People's Liberation Army", and the soldiers in the audience sat down instantly.

Hou Jue and Wen Haoyi, another tall man in the platoon, walked onto the stage wearing army uniforms, stepping on the rhythm, with a straight figure, walking with wind, every hand shake and kick was just right, walking to the middle of the stage, a standard He turned to face the audience, paused, and stood still.

"1.2." Hou Jue yelled the first slogan, and the two of them took steps at the same time and walked out.

After five steps, stand still and salute!

"Papa papa!" The audience applauded.

Really give face.

After the 1.5-second salute was over, they closed their hands, turned around and walked out in a straight line until they reached the bottom of the stage, each of them turned around again and stepped off the stage.

The whole process is clean and neat, just like the image of a soldier, tough and upright, with sharp edges and corners, without rounded arcs, every turn is at a right angle, coming and going like the wind, but the memory is deep.

Then, Wei Yayang and another comrade-in-arms also walked up, still inheriting Hou Jue's style, showing a perfect image of a soldier.

The regular uniforms of the military uniform are self-cultivating and upright, while the combat uniforms are bold and bold, each with its own merits.

Even in the barracks, those recruits are still looking forward to the day when they put on this uniform, looking forward to the day when they become a regular army.

Then, Wei Yayang's figure disappeared on the stage, and the music changed again, switching to trendy music. Yue Zitong's tight cooperation made the scene completely free of cold spots.

A buddy wearing a black padded jacket with a short shirt, one leg of trousers rolled up to the knee, and a cotton cap issued by night duty duty on his head walked up. Comrades in short skirts, green hats, and broken fans also came on stage.

The scene suddenly became lively again, and the people who sat down stood up again, yelling and clapping, yelling 'oh oh oh' non-stop.

The buddy in this group wearing a cotton cap is called Ke Hao, he is definitely a relaxed person, and he is very capable of driving people crazy. That flickering fan that blocked the ears made everyone below go crazy.

This group stayed on the stage for almost 1 minute, and then changed to the next group, a pair of Arabs and a mummy wrapped in bandages.

The one playing the role of the mummy is called Xiang Jiayu, jumping forward with both arms forward, of course, this is not the point, the point is that this buddy is wrapped too tightly, the small waist, small butt, and even the buttocks can be clearly seen, It made people laugh from ear to ear.

Followed by a pair of urban denim.

This pair is the best hip-hop dancers in the platoon. Their outfits are not too fancy, but they are handsome and beautiful, and the two of them privately made up a set of 30-second cooperative hip-hop moves, which are all condensed essence. High difficulty appeared frequently, and the atmosphere on the scene reached a climax again.

Then Fang Heng and Bi Yuntao came on stage.

Leaving aside Fang Heng's side, Bi Yuntao really went all out, wearing a gas mask on his face, wearing a set of dark green autumn clothes, and a pair of red underwear on the outside. people.

Of course... Maybe it's because of not showing my face... that's why I'm so tossing around.

Bi Yuntao went up to perform in a circle first, and Fang Heng slowly unbuttoned behind him, showing all kinds of ruffian virtues.

Fang Heng was a little nervous before going on stage, but he didn't feel much when he got on stage. The music was blaring, the atmosphere in the audience was always very enthusiastic, and the feedback was full, which made him look forward to being a blockbuster.

Bi Yuntao circled back, Fang Heng walked up lazily, the audience was confused, compared to the gorgeous and curious people in front, Fang Heng was very normal except that his coat looked a little bigger.

Fang Heng walked to the front of the stage, lifted his chin, stood up in a dawdly manner, and opened the last button, "buzz", the audience erupted again.

Fang Heng only wore a pair of asymmetrical trousers, his upper body was naked, and he wore a black tie. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Fang Heng's belly is blue, his face is blue, and the two points on his chest are The eyeballs are circled with white paint, and there are three rough eyelashes. The belly button is a bright red smiling lip, which is very big, and the corners of the mouth have been pulled to the waist.

Le Zhengdong and Jizhu Karma in the audience burst into laughter.

Fang Heng lifted his clothes and walked around in a small circle so that everyone in all directions could see him. Then he stood in the middle of the stage, spread his legs and began to twist his waist. The faces on his abdomen made various weird expressions, especially the black one. The tie was still bouncing on his chest, and he just started belly dancing.

Le Zhengdong laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and said intermittently, "This kid is a top-notch trickster, this... this..."

Jizhu Karma didn't have time to answer him at all, his stomach ached from laughing, his brows were tightly frowned, following the changes in the expression of the little man on his stomach, there was a 'poof' one after another.

Fang Heng was almost done jumping, turned around and walked back, and joined Bi Yuntao to walk to the front of the stage. Fang Heng kept twisting with his hips on his hips, while Bi Yuntao knelt on one knee and stretched out one hand in a superman flying posture.

A group of people laughed out loud again.

The poses were almost the same, Fang Heng tossed his hair, twirled his tie and blew a kiss, and walked back.

Walking halfway, Yang Yi quickly stepped onto the stage wearing that big coat, and stood in the middle. According to the previous arrangement, Fang Heng and Brother Tao didn't have to go down, they acted as flower protectors, and accompanied Yang Yi to the front of the stage.

When he got to the stage and stood still, Yang Yi took off his hat first.

"Whispering...!" The audience whistled and applauded. This time the noise was definitely louder than any previous one. Compared with the new recruits like them, the veteran platoon leader is more popular! !

Fang Heng turned his head to look, Yang Yi wore a black wig on his head, short curly hair, bangs in front, side parted, lips painted very red, and a big mole was dotted with ink on the right corner of his mouth...

Fang Heng's foot almost went limp and fell to the bottom of the stage.

gosh...

Of course, this is nothing.

Compared with the shock afterwards, this is really nothing...

Yang Yi was obviously willing to go all out. The posture he posed was not as tough as usual, but his curves were softened. His feet were not wearing shoes, and he relied on one foot to support his body, and the toe of the other foot lightly touched the ground. Lazy and slowly unbuttoned.

As the buttons of the clothes were slowly loosened, the howls from below became louder and more urgent. Fang Heng and Brother Tao posed next to him in various piggy poses, and in the end Fang Heng knelt down on one knee I hope Yang Yi can hurry up, he also wants to see it.

When the last button was about to be undone, Yang Yi suddenly turned around as if shy.

"Shh~~" There were boos from the audience.

Then I saw Yue Zitong running over with two people, kneeling under the stage.

Fang Heng was puzzled, and asked him if something was wrong with his eyes.

Yue Zitong grinned and opened his teeth, showing an expression of waiting for a good show.

Here, Yang Yi unbuttoned, slowly took off his coat to expose his shoulders, then turned his head and shrugged his shoulders, posing a charming and enchanting provocative pose.

After a pause of one second, the clothes slipped off in an instant, and when she turned around, the long white skirt burst open, revealing the whole picture.

OMG! !

Fang Heng even had the urge to cover his face! !

This is a god horse! ! ? ?

Marilyn Monroe's classic look! !

It is a dream scene that makes all men remember deeply, even now! !

Sure enough, as soon as the body turned around, Yue Zitong and the others puffed up their cheeks and began to blow, the hot wind with saliva lifted the skirt, Yang Yi pinched his legs, bent his knees, pressed the skirt charmingly, and blew a kiss.

The venue boiled to its peak in an instant, and the howling of the wolves made the poor classroom tremble.

Jizhu Karma and Le Zhengdong opened their mouths and completely entered a state of dementia, really...

Yang Yi is now at the stage where a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, so he simply tilted his butt sideways, leaned back on his hips, and slid his hand upwards from his chest, stroked his neck, chin, cheeks, eyes, and then reached the back of his head, His chin was lifted up, his eyes were blurred, and the dimple at the corner of his mouth twisted out charmingly.

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Fang Heng is completely in a state of dementia. In fact, not only him, but Brother Tao and most of the people close to him are in this state. I just want to call out, Mommy~~

Let's not talk about how Yang Yi's pure man's body feels in this skirt. The problem is that when a gust of wind blows over, all the hair on his body is moving, hair, leg hair, armpit hair...

Let me die! !

Fang Heng wished he could poke his eyes blind. This kind of scene made him want to die, and he felt that there was only one sentence to express his feelings at this moment: Whenever you fantasize about Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn Lamb Chops will make you You are instantly disillusioned...