Xiaobing Fang Heng

"Always go out!" Fang Heng gritted his teeth.

"Hush!" Yue Zitong raised his index finger and put it on his lips, "Low-key, low-key."

"Fuck!" Fang Heng laughed, cursed and stopped talking.

In the morning of the next day, the instructor took their group of recruits to visit the revolutionary relics and monuments of martyrs around Jiangjin. They rested for half a day in the afternoon and went to watch performances in the regiment in the evening. The schedule for the day was full.

It wasn't until Fang Heng went to bed at night that he remembered that the annual leave would be the last day tomorrow, and after that, the recruit assessment would be conducted.Fang Heng checked the time secretly, and there are only 10 days left, and the assessment day should be during the Spring Festival.

It turned out... in the blink of an eye, three months had passed since his military life.

After getting up, Fang Heng went to wash up with a basin, just in time to see Yang Yi brushing his teeth, thought for a while, and rubbed over.

"Platoon leader." Fang Heng called out.

Yang Yi turned to look at him, mouthful of toothpaste and raised eyebrows.

"Do you have something to do in the morning? I have something to tell you."

Yang Yi nodded, spit out the foam in his mouth, and asked with steam, "What's the matter?"

Fang Heng looked around at the people around the pool, shook his head, "I'll talk to you later."

"Why? So mysterious, you want to give me a red envelope?"

"Here, do you dare to ask for it?"

"If you dare to give it to me, you dare to take it."

"If you dare to accept me, you dare to report to the discipline inspection!"

"Vicious, you're amazing!" Yang Yi rinsed his mouth hastily, splashed water on his face twice, wiped it with a towel, and then withdrew. Before leaving, he said, "I have something to go out in the morning, so don't be too annoying .”

After breakfast, Fang Heng went straight to Yang Yi on the way and asked him about Xialian.

Yang Yi looked at him with some disappointment, "That's all?"

"?"

"It's nothing." Yang Yi let out a long breath, "You are really procrastinating. You only thought of asking now, and you are still so mysterious. I thought you were going to buy me a drink."

Fang Heng blinked, pretending to be naive, "...Are you openly asking for bribes?"

Yang Yi laughed, raised his hand and pressed on Fang Heng's head, turned his direction, and said to the gate, "Can you avoid this topic? Alright, I'm going to the small cafeteria, and talk while walking." .”

The small canteen in the camp is at the gate, and it is contracted by the family members of the soldiers. It is mainly for family members who come to visit their relatives to have a place to eat. On weekdays, they will also pick up some reserved seats like Yang Yi’s. Of course, the taste is not very delicious. , but it is expensive because it is a small stir-fry, and the price must be affordable, and the portion is sufficient.

Fang Heng has never had the opportunity to go to that small cafeteria. The recruit company is very strict in terms of discipline, but it is clear that they are trained to endure hardships and stand hard work, so they are absolutely not allowed to eat in the small cafeteria.

On the way, Fang Heng asked him what he was doing in the cafeteria?

Yang Yi smiled, "It's a little bit of a problem, that's fine, let's not mention this for now, you just asked me what the standard is for the next company, right?"

"Yeah." Fang Heng nodded quickly and looked at him eagerly. He didn't get an answer to the question he asked earlier. He thought he asked something that shouldn't be asked.

Yang Yi looked at the boy's cute appearance, and couldn't help but pressed the top of his head again. He didn't know when he developed the habit of always wanting to touch Fang Heng's head.

Fang Heng raised his hand to pick it up, Yang Yi withdrew his hand with all his strength, and smiled, "Didn't I tell you when you came here? Part of it is the performance of the recruit company, and part of it is the final assessment results. You only think about it now." Is it too late for this?"

Fang Heng blinked, "Have you already said that?"

Yang Yi pointed at him, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, "I can tell from this point what you are thinking about in your usual training head, now you know that you are in a hurry?"

"..." Fang Heng bowed his head and walked without speaking.

Yang Yi wanted to tease him, but firstly, it was hard to say something clearly, and secondly, since he couldn't speak clearly, it was hard to poke the boy's sore spot, so he just shut up.

The two arrived at the small cafeteria one after the other. As soon as Yang Yi entered the door, he called out familiarly, "Brother Zhang!"

"Yangzi!" A man in his 30s stood up from behind the bar, his hair was short and energetic, and asked with a smile, "Dinner? It's a little early." So saying, Brother Zhang took the menu from the bar Coming out from behind, Fang Heng noticed that his leg was lame, and his left knee seemed unable to bend, so he wobbled when he walked.

After Yang Yi took the menu, he found a seat and sat down consciously, "At noon and evening, there is a table, about four people, no more than six, and the dishes..." Yang Yi looked around on the menu , "Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, spicy fish must be served, and the rest you can look at Zhang Luo, it's about 100 yuan, so let's ask for a private room."

Brother Zhang nodded, bowed his head and began to write in the notebook, asking, "What's the matter? Another leader wants to eat?"

Yang Yi smiled and said nothing, took out 500 yuan from his bag and put it on the table, "The old rule is to refund more and pay less."

"500?" Brother Zhang counted the money, "That's a lot."

"Isn't there still wine? There won't be much left by then."

"Okay, I'll make a note of it, but let's say it first. If there is a insistence on paying, I will definitely accept it. Don't come here and make trouble with me afterwards."

Yang Yi pursed his lips and smiled, but didn't pick up the conversation. Instead, he asked about the situation of his sister-in-law and nephew, and left with Fang Heng.

Fang Heng was just an accompanying guest. He didn't say a word after entering the small cafeteria, and couldn't help but ask when he left, "Is the final assessment result more important or the usual performance?"

Yang Yi was trying to settle the score in his heart. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "Don't think so much now, just perform well during the assessment. The psychological burden is too heavy, which may cause the assessment to be abnormal. Your grades are not good recently. Did you bring it up? Why do you keep putting yourself under so much pressure?" After waiting for a while, Yang Yi saw that Fang Heng had been silent for a long time, and felt that he was not used to Fang Heng who was so deep, so he could only continue to say, "Okay, it's not like you. Aren't you tough when you hit me? Can't bear the pressure?"

Fang Heng looked up at him, "It seemed to be bleeding at the time?"

"Tsk tsk." Yang Yi glanced at him, "You are really heartless, I didn't have bleeding, I had an internal injury, intracranial hemorrhage, I'm going to wait ten or eight years for a craniotomy to get a blood clot, At that time, I will ask you to report the medical expenses."

Fang Heng smiled, and raised his hand to touch the back of Yang Yi's head. Yang Yi avoided it and looked at him in surprise. Fang Heng pressed his finger on it stubbornly, "I'll touch it to see if it's cracked."

Yang Yi felt a little awkward, this kid was getting close to him for the first time, but he didn't know how to deal with it, so he simply took two steps to avoid, "Come on, this happened a few months ago, the past is over." As he spoke, Yang Yi touched the place Fang Heng touched just now, and added, "I'm fine."

Fang Heng stared at Yang Yi's hand for two seconds, then turned his head to look at the small cafeteria, and said, "Platoon leader, let me treat you to dinner."

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows.

"Not now, I'll treat you to dinner after I leave the company."

"Bribe me?" Yang Yi laughed.

"And the first wine."

"Okay, don't be so silly, it's been so long." Yang Yi waved his hand gracefully, seeing that Fang Heng still wanted to talk, he simply raised his hand, "Well... let's see, there won't be a competition in the platoon in two days Well, if you want to invite me to dinner, why don't you show me a good grade, okay?"

Fang Heng thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay!"

This time Fang Heng's answer was crisp and neat. When Yang Yi was secretly surprised, he was also vaguely proud. How can I say that feeling?Yang Yi made it clear after thinking for a few minutes.

Besides, for most people, Fang Heng in the early days can indeed be called a piece of "rotten wood". Fault, a typical assassin.But now, although it can't be called a "pillar", most of the "worms" inside seem to have disappeared, and it is time to wait for the spring to germinate and grow vigorously.

Yang Yi is very happy that Fang Heng can make these changes through his own hands. It is a sense of accomplishment, and he also looks forward to what kind of demeanor Fang Heng will show when he grows up, and whether he can really hold up a piece of sky.

When going back and passing the playground, Fang Heng stopped, looked at the playground and said thoughtfully, "You said...would I be stupid if I went to practice physical fitness now?"

"..." Yang Yi frowned and thought about it seriously, "It's pretty stupid."

Fang Heng turned to stare at him.

Yang Yi was tense for two seconds, couldn't help it, and smiled, "Okay, don't stare your eyes out, hey, I said, I have been wondering, how can your eyes grow like this?"

Fang Heng blinked, then widened a bit.

Yang Yi circled his index finger and thumb into a circle, and waved it in front of Fang Heng's eyes, "It's so big, I'm afraid that if you try too hard, your eyelids won't fit, and your eyeballs will roll down."

A chilling metaphor...Fang Heng gritted his teeth, "It's better to get down, I'll scare you to death!"

Yang Yi nodded in agreement, and said with a smile, "I really have to be scared, so you should be more careful in the future, if you scare my heart out of my heart, I will rely on you for the rest of my life!"

Fang Heng raised his foot to kick, but Yang Yi stepped aside and easily dodged, scolding him, "You openly attacked the leader again, don't you want to become a regular?"

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. If you have the ability, you can lift it up. If you have the ability, people will not dare to make a sound when they see it! If you have the ability, you are like a company commander!"

Yang Yi put his waist down and looked at the sky, thought for a while, narrowed his eyes dangerously, "You wait, your skin will hurt when you see me after cleaning up."

Fang Heng raised his chin and shook his head frantically, "If you can really take care of it." Then he spread his hands and shrugged, "We'll be going down immediately. When the time comes, the mountains will be high and the emperor will be far away, so you can go."

"There are still 10 days left, that's enough." Yang Yi sneered, pointing to the playground, "Do you believe I'll let you practice here and climb back tomorrow?"

As soon as Fang Heng stopped, his complexion suddenly changed, and he approached obsequiously, "Platoon leader, is it wrong for you to avenge yourself? For training, we have to be moderate. When the time comes, we won't even be able to get out of bed. How can we compete? "

"Okay, watch your attitude!"

"Yes yes yes!" Fang Heng nodded in response, and suddenly felt that the scene was a little familiar, and then he remembered that this is not Yang Yi's special expression towards the company commander?Tsk!Sure enough, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, look at the atmosphere.

The two bickered for a while, and Yang Yi suddenly turned around and said with a serious face, "Are you interested in practicing three sets of military moves?"

"?" The topic changed too quickly, Fang Heng paused for a while before he realized it, and shook his head, "Forget it, it's Chinese New Year, so silly."

Yang Yi laughed, "Let me tell you something, it's true."

"yours?"

Yang Yi shook his head pretending to be profound, turned his head and walked down the playground, and said as he walked, "Let me tell you something you know, right? Lei Lian of Silian knows it? There are 360 ​​five days a year, except for business trips or family visits, you can say 330 I have to do exercises by myself for five days, morning and evening, you must have seen it, why are the four consecutive results so good? It’s not unreasonable, the leader sets an example.”

"Where is our company commander?"

"The company commander only came here half a year ago, and he always hangs out in the gym. The recruit company doesn't have a chance to use the gym. In fact, it's the busiest place."

"Oh." Fang Heng nodded.

"And the top players in each company, aren't they all trained in private like this? If they all care about other people's eyes, there will be no capable people."

"..."

"What is a capable person? A capable person is one who can endure! Let me sum it up for you. You can practice, but first ask yourself if you can persevere. After all, the training plan we have given is already squeezing your potential. Of course, you have to focus on the competition and assessment in the next few days, and I have no objection, but now that you have practiced, put aside some inexplicable thoughts and stick to it."

After Yang Yi finished speaking, the two had already walked to the lawn of the playground. Yang Yi stretched himself out and laughed, "I've been lazy for three months just to take you with me. Are you interested in running around twice?"

"Okay." Fang Heng nodded and smiled, and ran out. The speed was not fast. When he turned his head, Yang Yi also followed. Fang Heng thought for a while and asked, "Platoon leader, what's your performance in the company?" Sample?"

Yang Yi thought for a while, then nodded his head, "Smart type."

Fang Heng suddenly laughed, "Then the physical strength is not very good?"

Yang Yi nodded, "You can say that." Then he clasped his hands forward and pointed in one direction, 'Boom! ’ The Xu fired a shot, and then blew on his finger, "But this is me, the gun king."

"Ah!?" Fang Heng sneered, "Spear King?"

"You haven't seen me shoot, have you? I don't blame you for not seeing it. You will know when you get off the company."

Fang Heng was noncommittal, it's not that he didn't believe that Yang Yi didn't need to lie to him, but the title of "gun king" is still a bit exaggerated. I always feel that Yang Yi's character is more suitable for sitting in the office and working as an instructor. Instead of staying in the shooting range every day to practice guns.

It was the first time for Yang Yi to show off his ability in front of the recruits. Although he didn't deliberately conceal it before, he never thought of saying it. Fang Heng felt different in front of him. Maybe the conflict between the two sides was too strong before. Fang Heng basically didn't regard him as a leader. The relationship between the two people was a bit vague, which made him unable to hold some airs. Some words were so natural. Speak up.

Of course, strictly speaking, Fang Heng is very obedient when he is obedient, maybe he is born with a good looks, Yang Yi feels that he has something to do with this kid.

how to say?It's just that he finds it annoying when Fang Heng is tossing, but once Fang Heng sticks to him, he can't refuse. He always wants to tease this kid to talk more.

This mentality... Tsk, Yang Yi once thought about this problem after dating Fang Heng, and always felt that this kid could inspire all his father's love...cough!Well, it's fatherly love...

While running, Yang Yi said, "Do you know which gun is the most difficult to hit?"

"Sniper rifle?"

Yang Yi looked at him with contempt, "I think you are the answer."

"?"

"A sniper requires a stable mentality and can endure loneliness. Although factors such as wind direction, climate, and distance must be considered, those are dead rules. As long as you have enough mental quality and practice often, it is not difficult to become a sniper. Talented people are uniquely gifted in the field of sniping, and they are highly sensitive.”

Fang Heng squinted at him with provocative eyes, "Just say that you are not a sniper."

Yang Yi laughed, and let out a few hahahas out of anger, and then turned his face and said seriously, "Actually, pistols are the most difficult. The number of bullets is limited. The basic battle situation is carried out within 100 meters. High, but also requires a lot of dynamic capture capabilities, after all, in this case, there is basically no time left for you to aim.”

With Yang Yi's in-depth and concise explanation, Fang Heng could basically understand Yang Yi's meaning, and asked in confusion, "But the distance is short and the target is big. Are you sure the pistol is really the most difficult?"

Yang Yi laughed. He admitted that he was indeed a bit biased, but showing off this kind of thing does not distinguish between age, time and place. For him, it just depends on who the other party is. But no matter how you say it, instilling such wrong knowledge in children is indeed a big problem. It was his fault, so he stopped in his tracks and said seriously, "Each has its own merits, I personally think so, but in fact it depends on your own feeling, you will conduct shooting training with various firearms when you leave the company, and you will Compare."

Fang Heng nodded, with a bit of longing, he smiled shyly, "It would be nice if I could get off the company sooner."

"Yeah, there are not many days left." Yang Yi said lightly, looking into the distance, his eyes became a little far away, and then smiled, "I won't run away, I will start practicing with you tomorrow, let's go, go back .”

Fang Heng nodded, followed all the way back, walked up the stairs and couldn't help asking, "Is the training program strong tomorrow?"

"It's okay." Yang Yi shrugged and smiled inscrutablely.

Sure enough, Yang Yi didn't go to the cafeteria to eat at noon. He came back during the lunch break and went out again. He didn't come back until after dinner. At that time, Fang Heng was walking out of the toilet when he saw Yang Yi washing his face at the sink. He said he was washing his face. In fact, it's not quite like it, with his hands propped on the edge of the stage and his head drooping, looking dejected.

Fang Heng simply lowered his footsteps and wanted to go far away, but Yang Yi turned his head at once, the eyes under the dim streetlight didn't look very energetic, he stared at him for a long time, and then shouted, "Fang Heng? "

"Yeah." Fang Heng nodded and walked over, only to smell the smell of wine two meters away.

Yang Yi was still awake, looked at his expression and asked, "Is the smell really that strong?"

Fang Heng nodded, "How much wine do you have to drink? Why don't you go back to the house?"

"The influence is not good." Yang Yi grinned and waved his hands, "Go back, don't shout around."

"Oh." Fang Heng walked a few steps obediently, and when he turned his head, he saw Yang Yi still standing swaying on the table, hesitated for a moment and posted it back, "Platoon leader, why don't you find a place to sit?"

Yang Yi didn't expect Fang Heng to go back and forth, and was taken aback, "Why are you back?" Then he waved his hand impatiently, "I told you to leave, why are you so annoying?"

Yang Yi's tone was not good, and even his movements were exaggerated. He pushed Fang Heng out with a wave of his arm. Fang Heng took two deep breaths, reminded himself not to care about the drunk, and said as softly as possible, "Platoon leader, I will accompany you to find A place to sit? It’s not good for people to come and go here.”

Yang Yi turned his head and was about to speak, but when he frowned, he vomited while lying on the table. After vomiting, his head became clearer. He turned his head and saw that Fang Heng was not there. Softly, he turned on the faucet to wash away the dirt, then rinsed his mouth, and a tea mug was handed over.

"Platoon leader, water."

Yang Yi turned to look at Fang Heng, took a sip from the water cup silently, moistened his stomach, and asked hoarsely, "Did you see it?"