Xiaobing Fang Heng

Here I said to Jizhu Karma, "I don't know how many times I have said this, but I am really happy, I am happy from the bottom of my heart, and I am able to work under your company commander, so I am happy, wine If you are happy on the table, just drink! Company Commander! Here is a toast to you."

Over there, Yang Yi patted Fang Heng on the back, "Why are you bored? Don't you like the company commander the most? This is a table, why don't you toast more?"

Turning around, Yang Yi said to Jizhu Karma again, "Look, company commander, this group of brats are almost out of practice, and I will find another opportunity later to call Senior Lin, let's get together? I didn't enjoy drinking this time." As he spoke, he raised the cup and said, "Come on, you can do whatever you want, I'll do it."

After drinking a cup, Yang Yi took a few mouthfuls of cold food with chopsticks, looked at Fang Heng, and smiled, "You drank with the company commander, how about me? I brought you from the recruit company, respect the teacher Do you understand? You should drink all three glasses of wine, right?"

Fang Heng drank three cups proudly, then went to Jizhu Karma again, you can do whatever you want, after I finished, Jizhu Karma took a sip, stared at Yang Yi's face for a few seconds, and said, "I have a An old comrade-in-arms, the relationship is very strong, a bit like him, he knows how you feel. But don't take care of it too much."

"What?" Yang Yi looked at people with drunken eyes and raised his eyebrows, "I'll take care of you?" Yang Yi laughed and shook his head.

Jizhu Karma pursed her lips and smiled, and stopped talking.

It was almost two o'clock at noon that day, when everyone was drunk, even Jizhu Karma was a little unsteady.

After leaving the cafeteria, seeing Yang Yi half hanging on Fang Heng's shoulders, and the two walking crookedly, Jizhu Karma only felt a little heavy.

He didn't want to doubt the sincere friendship between his comrades. After all, in front of his eyes, such feelings can be seen everywhere. However, after all, he is an experienced person, and he will always pay attention to some details.

Yang Yi is a person who is good at building interpersonal relationships. His mouth may be oily, but there is nothing wrong with it. Such people can be seen everywhere in the military camp and even in society. They seem to be good with everyone, but they clearly understand what is important. Yes, what is the most important, clearly divided.

Fang Heng is a recruit, and he has been around thousands of miles behind the scenes. For Yang Yi, such a person is at best a soldier. Logically speaking, he should be more than kind, but he doesn't have much heart.

But the actual situation is not like this. Yang Yi took care of Fang Heng very much. From the very beginning after letting him stay, you can see that Yang Yi likes to take Fang Heng around, and likes to mention Fang Heng in conversation. , Even seeing Fang Heng's information, he would suddenly laugh.

Jizhu Karma was really worried that things would go in the direction he was afraid of. After all, no one can explain things like feelings clearly.

From his own standpoint, he can't say that he is opposed to the intimacy between men, but he is really worried. Whether he and Lin Feng, or Brother Gang and Si Shao, this fragile relationship is squeezed by reality, and it can almost be said that It breaks when you touch it.

Such fragility is nothing but youthful frivolity, a sweet dream.

When people grow up, reality comes...

Who can make it to the end?

Who can only leave sadly.

No one knows, all they know is that the hopeless future is carried on their shoulders like a nightmare, living in terror...

The two people in the field of vision gradually drifted away until they disappeared.

Jizhu Karma let out a long breath, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a familiar number.

"Hey...Brother Gang...well, it's me, are you asleep? I'm going to talk to you..."

Four consecutive long bedrooms on the second floor.

Lei Gang was lying on the bed reading a book, his eyes occasionally fell on the sighing beads on the chair next to him, and finally couldn't help asking, "What's the matter?"

Jizhu Karma turned to look at him, "Brother Gang, how is Fourth Young Master?"

Lei Gang raised his brows lightly, and turned his eyes to continue reading.

"Brother Gang?"

"..."

"Brother Gang..."

"..."

"..."

"very good."

Jizhu Karma nodded, "Lin Feng is fine too."

Lei Gang put down the book helplessly, looked straight at him and said, "Say what you have to say."

"Nothing, just to see you."

"..." Lei Gang narrowed his eyes slowly, and said dangerously, "Look at me, what are you thinking?"

"in the same boat."

As soon as Lei Gang raised his hand, a hidden weapon flew over sharply.

Jizhu Karma let out a groan, covered his headache, and when he was done, he held the hidden weapon in both hands and sent it back, smiling obsequiously, "Brother Gang, your book has been dropped."

Here, Fang Heng was drunk, and Yang Yi was also drunk. What did the two drunk people say together?

Certainly some rambling nonsense.

Hmm...is that field survival training interesting?

Uh... who left that note?

Ha...Of course it's me, see how merciful I am?

Hey...is the stream cool?Did you really wash it?

Heh... why am I telling you?

The two were talking happily when Fang Heng suddenly lost his face and looked at Yang Yi guiltily, "Platoon leader, I'm sorry..."

"What, what?" Yang Yi blinked slowly, staring at Fang Heng in bewilderment.

"Soap, that, um, I, I didn't mean to, I was angry, angry..."

Yang Yi suddenly realized, and put his finger on Fang Heng's nose, "Yes, you put soap on my underwear, I... I am also angry."

Yue Zitong, who was next to him, interjected and laughed in surprise, "Soap? Underpants? Hahahaha..."

"Uh..." Fang Heng stopped and bowed obediently, bending below 90°, with a solemn face as if sending someone off for the last time, and sincerely said, "I'm sorry."

Yang Yi froze for a moment, then shook his head, "It's okay...it doesn't matter."

The corner of Fang Heng's mouth curled up, and he laughed foolishly. Yang Yi put his shoulders on his shoulders and hugged him back. After walking two steps, Fang Heng tilted his head and asked, "Platoon leader, what does it feel like? Itches, you say itches?" ?Why?"

"Itchy?" Yang Yi forgot all about it a long time ago, Wang Tian thought for a while, then shrugged, "How do I know why it's itchy?"

"..." Yue Zitong interjected again, raising his hand, "I know, chemical agents, skin allergies, so, itchy!"

Fang Heng nodded in agreement.

Yang Yi mused thoughtfully, "Oh...there are white marks on the trousers."

"What?" Fang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"The soap was not washed clean, and there were white marks on the trousers, so I didn't wear them." Yang Yi laughed loudly, and winked at Fang Heng, feeling very unhappy.

Fang Heng was stunned for half a second, looking at Yang Yi, who was twitching and laughing inexplicably, he raised his leg and kicked, cursing while kicking, "Liar! You fucking lied to me! You are still the platoon leader!? You are still the platoon leader!! ?”

Yang Yi laughed loudly, dodged left and right, simply accelerated his feet and ran away.

Fang Heng frowned with his hips on his hips, gasped for a few breaths, and took a while to look back at Yang Yi's back, turned his head to look at Yue Zitong, the two brothers looked at each other for two seconds, and laughed inexplicably.

Yue Zitong raised his hand and patted Fang Heng's butt, "You are boring enough."

Fang Heng laughed, rather proudly, and said in ramblings by himself, "It's a pity, why didn't he wear it? Why didn't he wear it? How nice it is to wear it? What a pity not to wear it?"

"Bai Yin, and the thing hasn't been washed, it must be hard, right? He's going to go to hell after wearing it."

Fang Heng looked at the sky and thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Yang Yi went back to the dormitory alone, Fang Heng and Yue Zitong strolled in the back talking about the wine scriptures, and the matter of wiping the soap was supposed to be over, but unfortunately Fang Heng's tendon cramped, after parting from Yue Zitong He went straight to Yang Yi's bedroom.

Yang Yi was already lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep. Seeing someone knocking on the door and coming in, he lazily opened his eyes and looked over, then raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Fang Heng walked to the side of the bed, squatted obediently, looked at Yang Yi's level, his alcohol-rubbed lips were bright and moist, and hesitantly said, "Platoon leader... Where are your underwear?"

"What are you doing?" Yang Yi put one hand behind his head, looked at him sideways, and glanced at that face, a small and cute face, his usually energetic eyes were stained with drunkenness and blurred, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips made him Inexplicably, he thought of the rose flower that bloomed in the early morning in the flower bed of the camp, with water droplets, shy and coquettish, Yang Yi blinked, as if all the alcohol had been poured into his head, a little dazed.

"I washed it for you." Fang Heng turned his head around in a daze, looking for a place where the clothes might be piled up, then fixed his eyes on the closet, got up and walked over.

Yang Yi sat up at once, but didn't know what he wanted to do, so he just watched Fang Heng go to dig the closet, after a few digs, he opened it, and then rummaged through other people's private areas.

Cheng Xinyue was woken up, looked at the time, yawned and got up, inhaled the smell of alcohol, and immediately frowned, "You guys drank a lot."

Yang Yi looked away blankly and stared at Cheng Xinyue.

Cheng Xinyue rubbed his eyes, got up and packed his things, "I'm going to the office."

"Oh." Yang Yi nodded, twisted his neck, and his gaze fell back to Fang Heng's back.

Fang Heng drank far less than Yang Yi, and similarly, his drinking capacity was also much lower than Yang Yi's. His head was now a mess, and there was only one thing to do, and that was to help Yang Yi wash his underwear.He rummaged through Yang Yi's closet, but he didn't find anything that seemed to be the target. When he turned his head, he saw Yang Yi sticking to it.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yi leaned on the closet door to look at him, there was an indescribable smell in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the twisted pear dimple had a bit of evil spirit.

This look, to be honest, also had a hint of seduction, but Fang Heng still didn't know it. For the years he lived, no one would think of guarding his brothers and comrades, let alone his platoon leader. He immediately ignored the explicit gaze as air, looked around blankly, and said a little angrily, "Do you want me to wash it?"

Fang Heng couldn't see it, and Yang Yi himself didn't know it. Coupled with alcohol brainwashing, he looked really unscrupulous. I really don't understand how a man can grow up like this, like a girl, no, maybe he is more attractive than a woman. He is pleasing to the eye, why?Perhaps it was because he was a man, and he looked like this, that made him unable to move his eyes away from wanting to explore.

"The platoon leader?"

Fang Heng looked at him in confusion, and brushed his thick and long eyelashes twice, like a small fan, which made Yang Yi feel more itchy in his heart, but he didn't know what to do. He wanted to touch this face a little bit, but the remaining Those restraints also know that if you really want to touch Fang Heng's face, this kind of action is definitely inappropriate, so you can only ask, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Eh?" Fang Heng opened his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows, then shook his head, "No."

Yang Yi's mood improved, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "It's not like, you should be quite attractive to girls with your looks."

Fang Heng pursed his lips, "We talked about it in high school, but we broke up after graduation, just for fun."

"Playing? I can't see it." Yang Yi laughed, looked up at the ceiling and thought, "That's right, it would be strange if you haven't talked about it. Hey, what are you playing? Going to bed?"

Fang Heng didn't expect Yang Yi to talk to him about this, so he became excited all of a sudden, his eyes sparkled, he shook his head with a look of displeasure, and counted with his fingers, "Shopping, eating, singing... the money is spent, at most let me hold hands... "

"Poor..." Yang Yi raised his hand and rubbed the top of his head, "You need money to play these things."

Hero Fang Heng nodded in agreement, sighed with emotion, and then looked up, "Where is the platoon leader? Is there any?"

Yang Yi shook his head, "It's easy for a soldier to find a woman, but it's not easy to find a girlfriend. How many people are willing to wait? They don't see each other several times a year, otherwise there won't be a marriage law specifically for soldiers."

"That's right." Fang Heng's brain circuit was completely taken away, he forgot about the underwear, he simply slid against the closet and sat on the ground, and waited for Yang Yi to sit down as well before continuing, "Being an officer , isn’t it hard to find a girlfriend?”

"It also depends on the rank." Yang Yi looked up at the military rank on the shoulder of the military uniform in the closet, "If you grab a lieutenant or a captain, the people we like may not necessarily like us, and those who like us may not like us." I must have a feeling, anyway, I have to touch it, but it’s fine when I reach the school level, family members can accompany the army, and take it with me wherever I go, what do women want? Isn’t it a stability.”

"The platoon leader wants to stay in the army?"

Yang Yi laughed, "I don't want to stay here, what are you doing here? What? You plan to leave after two years?"

"En." Fang Heng nodded.

Yang Yi's eyes narrowed at once.

Fang Heng was knocking his head with his head down. He drank a lot. Although he hadn't passed out yet, his body was still a little uncomfortable, especially when his vision kept shaking and his head was throbbing.Blinking his eyes vigorously, Fang Hengchang sighed, "Most people think the same as me, after all...you know, it's so boring here, even mobile phones are not allowed to be used. These days, except for prisons, Is there any place stricter than here?"

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, glanced at his bed, and really wanted to say that you can use my mobile phone, but he swallowed the words again, remained silent for two seconds, and induced him to speak, "Actually, there are many fun things here, I see you The stay was also very happy, the comrades gathered together to chat, play cards, watch movies, occasionally have dinner, drink some wine..." At the end, Yang Yi finally stopped under Fang Heng's contemptuous gaze , also, the outside world is much more interesting than here, a rich and colorful life, what can he use to persuade?If you want to stay, it’s really not just a few words from others. You have to really like this place. No matter how bad it is, you have to stick to your goals like yourself.

After a few seconds of silence, Yang Yi murmured, "As long as the standard is lowered, this place is really good, very simple, very happy, very sincere, and not that complicated."

Fang Heng lowered his head and tugged at the shoelaces on his feet. With his index finger, he stirred the black rope round and round, expressing his disapproval with boring behavior.

"Fang Heng?" Yang Yi looked down at him, "If you can, you can try this way."

"Leave from the army?" Fang Heng exerted force on his hand, feeling the tightness of his fingers being bound by the rope, and raised his head, "Platoon leader, are you from the military academy? Why did you enter the military academy? I heard that the score line is very high. And you are not a minority, and you have no background..."

"The way out is good..." Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and posted it, "Where did you find the news?"

"Queen..."

"Oh..." Yang Yi nodded clearly, and his eyes fell on Fang Heng's hand. Seeing that the fingers were wrapped in a purple color, he stretched out his hand to pull the rope, "Are you bored? How old are you?"

Fang Heng detoured the rope, hooked his fingers, and gave him a sideways glance, "I'm just bored."

Yang Yi was shocked by Fang Heng's frightened appearance, raised his hand to cover his face and began to shake, shaking and said, "I'm bored too."

As soon as Fang Heng grabbed Yang Yi's wrist, he opened his mouth and bit. Yang Yi reacted quickly. With a twitch of his hand, he dodged and looked at him with a playful smile: "Are you a dog?"

"Yeah!" Fang Heng showed his teeth and bit them twice: "How is it? Are your teeth okay?"

Yang Yi pretended to look over and joked, "It's dark and dirty, and it's just a drunk dog. After the identification, it's a mad dog."

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, and rushed towards Yang Yi's shoulder, but was pressed down on the ground by Yang Yi.

Yang Yi twisted his wrist, leaned into Fang Heng's ear amidst the begging for mercy, and asked, "Small, are you convinced?"

"Submit." Fang Heng's tears of pain were about to fall, begging for mercy repeatedly.Yang Yi twisted it for another two seconds, then let go of his hand, looked at Fang Henghong's rabbit-like eye sockets with a smile, raised his hand and touched the top of his head: "Look, how good is it to be a soldier? As long as you get out of it, How many people can restrain you?"

"Why bring this up again?" Fang Heng rubbed his wrist and looked at him: "Why should I stay?"

"Why do you have to stay?" Why?Yang Yi thought for a while, then smiled and said, "I can't bear you."

"No way?" Fang Heng laughed: "You don't want me?"

"Nonsense, otherwise, why am I trying to persuade you here? If you want to leave or stay, it's none of my business."

"?" Fang Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, sat up straight and looked at Yang Yi: "Why?"

Yang Yi opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't find a reason for a while. After thinking for a long time in confusion, he simply became angry: "You care so much? I don't want anyone to ask you?"

On the contrary, Fang Heng smiled, raised his finger and gave a "hush" to his lips, and said mysteriously: "I found a secret."

"Ok?"

Fang Heng blinked at Yang Yi, smiled and said, "So you like me."

Yang Yi froze for a moment, and stopped talking.

Fang Heng stuck close to his ear and asked, "Why do you like me?"

Yang Yi squinted at him, and instinctively replied: "You are so beautiful, I like everyone in this world, but I don't like you."

Fang Heng pursed his lips, smiled foolishly, pointed to his nose and said, "Why am I different from others?"

"..."

"Platoon leader..." Fang Heng bumped him with his shoulder: "I'll teach you something fun, do you want to play?"

"what?"

Fang Heng lowered his head, his eyes fell on Yang Yi's hands, and he said sincerely: "Platoon Leader, your hands are beautiful."

This is not the first time I heard it. Yang Yi raised his hand and turned around, looking at Fang Heng with a confused face: "Why are you always staring at my hand?"

"..." Fang Heng raised his head, looked at Yang Yi, and asked in a low voice: "Platoon leader, have you ever fired a pistol?"

"Eh!?" Yang Yi didn't know how to answer, did he follow along?Or is it time to diverge understanding?The joke he made last time still haunts him until now, so Yang Yi simply stopped talking.

"That's the one..." Fang Heng patted his leg. Seeing that Yang Yi still didn't understand, he simply grabbed Yang Yi's wrist, turned over and sat on Yang Yi's body, and put Yang Yi's hand on his own legs. Send in the middle.

Yang Yi looked at him silently, but when he landed at the end, he made a little effort and patted Fang Heng's thigh.

Fang Heng frowned in dissatisfaction, puffed up his cheeks, lowered his body, and leaned towards Yang Yi's face.