Xiaobing Fang Heng

Fang Heng thought clearly. After cleaning up, he went to Yang Yi's dormitory carelessly. As soon as he entered the room, Yang Yi, who was sitting by the bed and playing with his mobile phone, raised his head and made a gesture to indicate that someone in the room let him go. After waiting outside, he took two things and walked out.

Fang Heng followed Yang Yi all the way downstairs, his scalp exploded when he saw where he was going, he took two steps to catch up, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you going to the playground? Where are you going...won't you... beat me up? "

Yang Yi turned to look at him with a half-smile, and asked, "How did you sleep yesterday?"

Fang Heng nodded, "It's okay."

"I didn't sleep well." Yang Yi put it away with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "I don't understand, what do you think?"

"Just ask this?" Fang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, "Then ask, what do you want to ask?"

Yang Yi didn't say a word, he went down the stairs all the way, rushed to the training ground and passed, Fang Heng saw the momentum and didn't dare to ask any more, he could only watch Yang Yi open the warehouse and took out a sandbag, hung it up, and ordered, "Hold on .”

Fang Heng walked over sullenly, and hugged the sandbag. Yang Yi bowed his head and wrapped the gauze around his hands. The movements were very slow and delicate, layer by layer. Fang Heng swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, and his skin began to hurt again.

After wrapping it up, Yang Yi punched tentatively. Seeing that the sandbag was shaking, he glanced at Fang Heng, frowned, "Hold it up."

"Oh." Fang Heng arched his legs obediently, supported him with both hands, and tilted his head to look at Yang Yi after thinking about it for a while, "Platoon leader, that... if you..."

"Bang!" Yang Yi swung his fist, and Fang Heng was pushed back a step with great force. Before Yang Yi could roar, Fang Heng rushed back and hugged him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" With successive sounds, fists hit the rough canvas fabric with all their strength. As if venting anger, Fang Hengzhen's arm, which was supporting the sandbag, went numb, and he clearly felt the opponent's pain. Unhappy, so Fang Heng fell silent even more.

He could feel Yang Yi's unhappiness, being suppressed, brewing, and now all of it was poured on him. If it wasn't for his rationality, Fang Heng had no doubt that Yang Yi would even want to beat himself to death.

Yang Yi really regarded the sandbag as Fang Heng's beating, and the more he thought about it, the more fucking angry he became. If Fang Heng hadn't been drinking too much and messing around, he might not have thought so much. How good was it?He doesn't mind if this kind of feeling is buried for the rest of his life! !damn it!It's just crazy!crazy! !Going back to find someone?reluctant?Can't let go?The other party was just watching it as a joke! !tool! ? Tool for XXX! !

Anger reached its peak, Yang Yi raised his foot and slammed it hard onto the sandbag.

Fang Heng was kicked out by the last force, stepped back a few steps, sat down on the ground, raised his head, and saw Yang Yi staring at him with blood-stained eyes, as if he wanted to swallow someone up Like.

Fang Heng gritted his teeth, his anger suddenly flared up, he got up and rushed back quickly, stretched out his hand, grabbed Yang Yi's collar and dragged him off, his eyes widened, "You fucking blame me ? You came to me, and I forced you? Pointed a gun to your head?"

Yang Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Heng silently, the hostility in his eyes soared a little more.

After Fang Heng yelled, he pulled the man down to level with his hands, and said contemptuously, "Whatever you want, don't make it look like you've been raped, don't you just fucking masturbate? Lao Tzu Forced you, right?"

Yang Yi raised his hand to clasp Fang Heng's wrist, and swiped his gauze-bound fingers on it. Silently watching Fang Heng let out a cry of pain, he bent down while clutching his wrist.Yang Yi took a deep breath and said, "Help."

Fang Heng raised his head and stared at him.

"I have something to ask you, help me."

Under the unquestionable gaze, Fang Heng, who had been trained, could only obediently retract his paws, turned around and supported the sandbag.

Yang Yi pressed the back of his hand, his knuckles made a clicking sound, and he threw his first punch, "Answer me, are you GAY?"

"No." Fang Heng endured the penetrating force, supported the sandbag firmly, and answered through gritted teeth.

"Boom!" Yang Yi punched again, "Have you ever liked a man?"

"No."

"Boom! Will you like men?"

"will not."

"Boom! In the future too?"

"Yes!"

"..." Yang Yi gritted his teeth, poured all his anger on his fist, and smashed it hard, then stood up, took a deep breath, and nodded, "Very good."

Fang Heng looked at Yang Yi, whose face had calmed down, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He understood what Yang Yi meant. Just like Hou Jue, like himself, he added a premise to this matter first, and never talked about it in depth. emotion.

Yang Yi walked two steps back and forth with his hips on his hips, his head bowed, his brows were deeply frowned, and he looked at Fang Heng, "Remember what I said."

Fang Heng nodded.

"I'll ask you again, who did you do this with?"

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, "It's already a thing of the past."

"Not now?"

"Correct."

"Is there any in the army?"

"Correct."

"Okay." Yang Yi nodded and raised two fingers, "Twice a month."

"what?"

"I can find you, or you can find me. I will find a way."

Fang Heng blinked, a little out of tune.

"This kind of relationship is maintained until one party retires from the army and changes jobs, or has a girlfriend."

Fang Heng nodded.

"You can't hide from the other party about emotional matters. Once you have this intention, you must notify in advance."

"..." Fang Heng really didn't know what to say. He always felt that this kind of agreement was weird. To be honest, it was like using his own hands. Come when it is convenient and suitable. It's not about going to bed. Why do you make so many appointments? Officially the same.

After talking about his thoughts, Yang Yi paused for a few seconds and added, "Except for the previous points, I hope that both parties can maintain a basic loyalty, and there must be no third person."

Fang Heng frowned, but still couldn't help asking, "Platoon leader, do you really... that... continue?"

"Why not?" Yang Yi raised his chin slightly and looked at him with a half-smile, yes, why not?You can have close contact with the person you like for a while without such a big burden, why not?That's a nice middle point, isn't it?

Fang Heng nodded, expressing his understanding, then pursed his lips into a smile, tilted his head to look at the person holding the sandbag in his arms, "Is it all right? Can I go?"

Looking at the guy who turned his face and flipped through the book and laughed heartlessly, Yang Yi wanted to wave his hand to let him go, but when he raised his hand, he changed his posture, beckoned to him, and his tone softened, "Practice with me!" a little while."

"No..." Fang Heng lowered his face, "Today is a vacation."

"Ten minutes will be enough. I'll come out with a sandbag."

"Platoon leader..."

Yang Yi stopped, turned his head and said seductively, "Do you want to go out for a walk today? I'll treat you to hot pot."

"Really!?" Fang Heng's eyes lit up, and he nodded hastily.

After morning exercise, he took a cold shower, Yang Yi finally relieved the burden that had tormented him all night, and went to the company commander to ask for leave, refreshed.

Jizhu Karma was silent for a long time after listening to the report, and looked at Yang Yi thoughtfully, "Only you and Fang Heng?"

"It's hard to say, maybe Yue Zitong will come too, I'll ask later."

"..." Jizhu Karma frowned slightly and nodded, "Come back to report before four o'clock in the afternoon."

"Yes."

Jizhu Karma watched Yang Yi's back disappear at the door, tapped his fingers on the table, and repeatedly reminded himself not to think too much, don't think too much, just like Fang Heng, isn't it rare? ?When I was in Peregrine Falcon, who didn't take care of Guoguo no matter how old she was?But there are no messy thoughts, right?calm down……

Yang Yi saw that Fang Heng was really accurate. Sure enough, after going back to ask, Fang Heng not only called Yue Zitong but also called Hou Jue, eagerly waiting for Mr. Qian's approval.

Yang Yi asked Fang Heng to go out with no intention of dating at first, he just said casually, it doesn't matter if there are more people, as long as Fang Heng is there, so Yang Yi nodded indifferently and asked Hou Jue to ask for leave. I went downstairs again to find Jizhu Karma.

After asking for leave, the four of them changed into casual clothes and left the army. Yang Yi's eyes seemed to be glued to Fang Heng's body all the way out.

Fang Heng, who was wearing casual clothes, looked even smaller, his face didn't open at all, he was as young as a junior high school student, which made Yang Yi feel guilty for killing the seedlings of the motherland, but he just liked it, liked it It's terrible, I wanted to pinch that face several times, especially after I understood my thoughts, I had the urge to kiss him hard after pinching.

Yang Yi really didn't understand, how could he fall for a person's appearance?There is nothing in this kid's character that makes him fancy!

No, probably not either.

Yang Yi silently watched Fang Heng and Hou Jue's bragging and nonsense, and the smile on his face was so contagious that the people watching couldn't help but smile knowingly.

But... isn't this still the appearance?

Yang Yi really had the urge to cover his face, how old he was, how could he be hooked away by Zhang Waipi?

All these years have been wasted, right?

There is a small town outside the army, and there are many shops in the town, all of which are for the soldiers in the barracks, and the business is very good on weekends.

But if you want to eat authentic Chongqing hot pot, you still have to go to the urban area.

In the morning, Yang Yi took people to the city to buy some daily necessities. When he passed by the health care products place several times, he had an urge to go in and buy them, but he finally suppressed it. I am afraid that once I buy this thing, it will not act as a barrier, but a lubricating effect. If it really reaches that point, his life will be ruined.

After all, although the behavior of mutual masturbation is difficult to say, it does not need to bear any responsibility. The idea of ​​using Fang Heng is that brothers help each other, so some good buddies may not have done this after others.

Thinking of this, Yang Yi's eyes poked Hou Jue's back like lasers. According to the degree of stickiness of the two, it can be said that the chance of trying is more than half.

What the hell is this about?Yang Yi grinds his teeth, brother gourd?Hold!

I ate hot pot at noon, opened a few bottles of beer on the table, and drank very little of it. When the drinks were disposed of, it was the meat dishes instead. The waiter looked at it and laughed, but it was all money.

Yang Yi absolutely didn't feel bad about spending the money. Although the salary of an officer is not a lot, he also enjoys the treatment of the deputy company after all. It's just a meal, but it really won't break him.

Yang Yi picked up the beer and looked thoughtfully at Fang Heng eating like a piglet. The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. I want to laugh, but I can’t look away, some don’t know what to do, how to suppress this mood, alert myself, but I can’t control it, there will always be some erotic images floating in my head, I always want to Put it into action.

But Yang Yi knew that if he was really given this opportunity, he would definitely hold her in his arms, kiss her little by little with his lips, touch him inch by inch with his palms, pamper, love, and cherish her.

So... when he drank the last sip of beer, Yang Yi desperately thought, Fang Heng, don't give me this chance, otherwise none of us will be able to break free.

After the meal, the four of them hurried back slowly. It is a rule in the army to roll call late, especially on weekends. Regardless of the company commander, the platoon leaders are basically in charge. As a manager, Yang Yi must be able to lead by example. , They sent people back before three o'clock, and they each canceled their holidays.

When I went out this time, Yang Yi had a great time. It was completely different from the last time. Someone accompanied me, talking and laughing. I always felt that time passed quickly. I felt that I was no longer the platoon leader, and Fang Heng was no longer his soldier. , stripped off the military uniform, they are pure men, no longer have so many worries.

It was just that when he returned to the camp and put on his military uniform, the rationality that Yang Yi had stripped back came back. This is what he shouldn’t be, that’s what he shouldn’t.

Intensive training last week, then more military knowledge classes will be arranged this week.

On Monday, a political commissar from the regiment taught them how to best conduct reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance during operations.

Veterans have learned and mastered it. These few lessons can be said to be specially arranged for recruits. The first lesson is camouflage. Pretending to be a woman is a trivial matter. Fang Heng was even thrown into the trash can with a layer of Garbage squatted inside for half an hour, and almost passed out from the smoke when he came out.

The political commissar was a ruthless person. Before the end of the first class, he dragged them to line up on a flat concrete floor and peed their pants. If anyone couldn't pee, he didn't have a rest.

To be honest, this is definitely challenging people's moral bottom line. When I was a child, I was taught not to wet the bed and not to wet the pants. Now I entered the scout camp and went back to the training. About 20 people stood there for 5 minutes, but none of them could pee. from.

The political commissar finally got impatient with waiting, and opened his mouth to spout, "Is that what your Seventh Company taught you? Is this what the soldiers of the Red Seventh Company of the Reconnaissance Battalion are capable of? The word order is a fart in your heart? Bah! Scouting Lian, scout! You are nothing, and you have the nerve to say that you are the king of soldiers!!"

As soon as this height rises, most people can't handle it. The army focuses on individual military quality first, and collective honor second. It can even be said that collective honor is much higher than individuals, and the completion of tasks even exceeds life.

Perhaps Fang Heng and the others hadn't reached such a fearless level of sacrifice, but the political commissar used them to scold Qilian, which already made everyone's eyes round with anger, and their faces turned red.

Immediately, someone peed.