Xiaobing Fang Heng

When Yang Yi came out, he decided to go to Fang Heng's bedroom to take a look, but he didn't see anyone on the bed.

Seeing someone coming in, Wu Di asked, "What's the matter?"

"No." Yang Yi smiled awkwardly, then glanced at Fang Heng as if he didn't care, "Where's the person?"

"Did you go to the bathroom, just went out, didn't you bump into it?"

"Oh." Yang Yi nodded, and walked in, his eyes stopped on Wu Di's hand, "Isn't this Fang Heng's book?"

"Well, let me take a test."

Yang Yi nodded, hesitated for half a second, and simply dragged a stool to sit back, "Have you smoked yet? How is the situation?"

"It's okay, I remember the numbers pretty well, but the words are a little fuzzy, typical male thinking."

"Huh?" Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant.

"Boys are better at science, and their brains are more flexible in terms of formulas, which is not bad. If it weren't for the political career, wouldn't most of them be science-oriented?"

"..." Yang Yi laughed, "You can help him to speak well, these questions are all written by me, what else is unclear? It's just recruits, all of them are memorized by rote, and they are not technical soldiers. Where does so much scientific knowledge come from?"

"So why are they bothering you?" Wu Di looked at Yang Yi, "This is much more complicated than when we first learned it. How do you think some of the content is only covered in the second half of the year?"

"Prepare the groundwork in advance, there is probably a grasp, and it's not my fault. The books in the army are the same every year, and they have been being revised. You want to find the one who edited the books. Why do you blame me?"

Wu Di thought about it too, looked at him sympathetically, and sighed, "Anyway, you're a bad face, so I'll continue to be a bad face."

"I'm happy." Yang Yi gritted his teeth and glanced at the door, "Squatting big? Why haven't you come back?"

Wu Di rubbed his chin and smiled, but didn't say anything, his expression was a bit smug.

Yang Yi looked at him suspiciously, pondered for two seconds, made a smoking motion on his lips with two fingers, and raised his eyebrows.

Wu Di shrugged, noncommittal.

Yang Yi frowned, "Why don't you let me control you?"

"It's not in front of me, what do I care about? It's not that you don't know the monitor's situation, you can't control it, and it's annoying if you talk too much..."

"Okay, got it." Yang Yi stood up impatiently, waved his hands, turned around and rushed out of the door with a hostile face.

Yang Yi went all the way to the toilet, and called out to Fang Heng, but no one answered, he lifted his foot and kicked the doors one by one, and then kicked the second one, when the sound of water in the compartment at the end sounded, Fang Heng rushed out with a nervous expression on his face, Yang Yi ran towards the people and killed them.

"Platoon...platoon leader..." Fang Heng looked at Yang Yi who put his nose to his lips and sniffed. He was so nervous that he couldn't speak. There are quite a few, but if you catch them, you will definitely be scolded.

As soon as Yang Yi lowered his head, he smelled the smoke on Fang Heng's body. His face was so dark that he couldn't get any darker, and he dragged him out with his neck stuck.

Fang Heng put on a bitter face, and really felt that the recent misfortune has almost ruined eight lifetimes, and everything has something to do with Yang Yi, he is simply the nemesis of evil.

Pulling people into the dormitory all the way, Yang Yi directly took out half a pack of cigarettes from his body and threw them to Fang Heng. When Fang Heng continued to smoke, he was inexplicable. He saw that it was still 25 packs of soft clouds, and looked at Yang Yi in surprise.

With a sullen face, Yang Yi handed over the lighter again, stuck his neck and stuffed him into the lower layer of the closet. Before closing the door, he said, "Smoke, all the packs of cigarettes will be exhausted within 20 minutes, otherwise one Smoke 5000 meters."

"Crack!" The closet was closed vigorously, Fang Heng looked at the light coming out of the small crack, blinked, his cheeks puffed up, and pushed the door carefully, and opened a crack, the next second, he was caught in the door. Yang Yi who was outside pushed back vigorously.

Yang Yi said sharply, "Don't force me to lock the door, there is no key for this cabinet."

"Platoon leader..." Fang Heng squeezed the cigarette in his hand and was completely speechless. Not to mention that smoking in this place can kill people, if you smoke 20 cigarettes in 10 minutes, you can't just smoke people out, right?It's the same even if it's a pack of 25...

"One minute has passed." Yang Yi stood outside and looked at the cabinet door, opening his mouth with a frosty face.

From the beginning of the recruit company, Yang Yi caught Fang Heng smoking. Now he is serving as a soldier under his own. It is not that he did not say that smoking is not allowed during the meeting. Wherever I went, I was still smoking.

Yang Yi brought his own cigarettes, but he was not addicted to cigarettes. He mainly used them for smoking. Sometimes he just smoked one for occasions, so he didn't like his own cigarettes, especially Fang Heng.

I am not very old, and my addiction to cigarettes is not small. I have been so strict that I smoke secretly.

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was still no movement inside, Yang Yi shouted coldly, "Light on the fire, if you can't finish it, let's see how I will deal with you!"

"Platoon leader..." Fang Heng's begging voice came from inside, "I won't dare next time, let me go this time..."

Yang Yi raised his hands and folded his arms without saying a word.

"Platoon leader... that... I really smoked less recently..."

"..."

"I promise not to smoke anymore, just let me out..."

"Still talking about conditions?" Yang Yi raised his eyebrows.

"It's really because I'm under too much pressure recently, so I smoke."

"You mean to blame me?"

"No, really not." Fang Heng hastily defended, rubbing his fingers on the lighter, "I just feel sleepy and can't memorize the book, so I pulled myself together."

"Didn't anyone else smoke? Where did this habit come from!?"

"..." Fang Heng pursed his lips, and there were many people smoking behind Yang Yi's back, but he really couldn't bring it up, he could only ponder for a while, and said, "The squad leader is still waiting for the exam."

"20 minutes, he waited."

"..." Fang Heng had nothing to say. After thinking and thinking, he simply pushed the door open a little more. Seeing that it was not pushed back, he pushed it a little wider. When he saw Yang Yi standing outside, he made a pose. With a pitiful face, he called out to the platoon leader again.

In fact, looking at this face, Yang Yi has nothing to do, but this is really a matter of principle. If he is released this time, I really don’t know how this kid will eat himself in the future. He crawled along the pole and gritted his teeth. Pushed back.

The trump card was useless, Fang Heng knew it was useless this time, so he could only light the fire obediently, and directly lit three smokes at a time, which were not enough for the lungs, and before half of the smoke, the smoke in the closet was so choking that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't even close his eyes. I kept crying, but thinking about the 20-minute limit, I could only cry and smoke, and it was a nightmare.

Yang Yi felt distressed when he saw the smoke coming out of the closet, and wanted to say it was fine several times, but he didn't know why, so he just gritted his teeth and held on.

Coughing and sobbing on the other side, and watching the time on the other side, Fang Heng couldn't take it anymore at 16 minutes, pushed the door vigorously, climbed out and began to take a deep breath.

Yang Yi stood aside and watched, the hands covering his arms tightened again and again, and finally he bent down to help Fang Heng calm down, but when Fang Heng turned his head, Yang Yi looked at Yang Yi with cold heart and deep resentment, Yang Yi's hands on his back froze instantly.

Fang Heng wiped his tears and began to tear the cigarette case. Looking at the four cigarettes left in it, he gritted his teeth and said, "[-] meters, I will run down now."

"..." Yang Yi licked his lower lip, took a deep breath, didn't speak, but withdrew his hand, looked at Fang Heng who stood up, wondering if he stepped on the scattered cigarette intentionally, Going out with a dull head, Yang Yi felt a dull pain from the swelling in his lungs, but he couldn't spit it out.Keep reminding yourself that this is for Fang Heng's good, don't think too much, don't.

On this hot day, when the sun is shining at noon, what is the concept of running 2 meters on the playground?That was 50 laps, and the veterans couldn't stand it, let alone Fang Heng.

Fang Heng was wearing a vest, the exposed skin on his arms seemed to be roasted, the sweat was flowing on it, it was hot and painful, his throat was thirsty, and the moisture on his body was constantly being sucked away by the sun with the movement of his feet. Fang Heng even had a kind of Illusion, as long as you give him a little spark, the whole person will definitely turn to ashes in an instant.

He was uncomfortable, and Yang Yi was even more uncomfortable than him.

You have to pay attention to this kind of training. Such a hard run in the middle of the day is not training, but tormenting people. Basically, you will suffer from heat stroke. Follow all the way down. Watching from a distance, you are very anxious, but you can't rush up and catch people. .

This punishment is what he said, and now if he takes it back, he will slap his own mouth, and no matter how distressed he is, he must give up Fang Heng's bad habit.

Yang Yi looked at Fang Heng from such a distance, his brows became tighter and tighter, watching the man gradually unable to run, bending his back, staggering, as if he was masochistic, Yang Yi's eyes gradually became red .

He pinched the hand next to him twice, turned around and went back to the dormitory.

By the time of the 18th lap, maybe it was the 18th lap, Fang Heng couldn't remember clearly, and the whole person was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't tell the difference between the south, the east, and the north.

Far away, at the end of the blurred vision, a man wearing a black vest and camouflage training pants walked down quickly, and when he came to him, Fang Heng saw that it was his company commander, Jizhu Karma.

As soon as Jizhu Karma came in front of him, he dragged him to a cool place without saying anything, stared fiercely at Fang Heng's face for a while, and said angrily, "It's noon, what are you tossing about?"

Fang Heng swallowed his saliva and did not speak. He lowered his head and touched the back of his neck. His complexion changed slightly due to the pain. He touched the salt particles with his hands. It was so hot that he couldn't even sweat.

Jizhu Karma looked unhappy, "Go back to the house!"

Fang Heng stared at his toes without moving. When he ran, he persisted with a strong spirit, and he really didn't want to run, but now he was told not to run, and he started to writhe again, thinking that he couldn't afford to give up if he gave up like this. that person.

But he couldn't screw the company commander any more. Jizhu Karma finished yelling and saw that he still didn't move, so he left a sentence, "Report to my dormitory within 5 minutes." After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

Fang Heng must listen to such orders, so he can only move his feet and follow behind the company commander.

Thanks to the practice these days, Fang Heng ran for more than half an hour on this scorching day. Apart from his dry mouth and tongue, there was really no sign of heatstroke. He stood in the shade for a while, Walking back slowly, my heartbeat and breathing quickly returned to normal.

All the way out, Fang Heng looked at the company commander's back all the way, and really didn't expect the company commander to stop him.

In fact, after joining the company, Fang Heng also quickly discovered the gap between the company commander and the soldiers. This distance has not changed much from when he was in the recruit company.

He used to be a soldier of the recruit company led by the company commander, but now he is the soldier of the company commander. He is just a soldier, and the company commander is still the one who manages them, trains them, and is aloof. He still has to look up .

It's not that Fang Heng didn't want to change his relationship with the company commander in the past, but some barriers do exist. Although it can't be said that the company commander is not approachable enough, people are always different from each other. The company commander has a soldier he particularly likes, but that is not He, all he can do is obey the arrangement obediently.

Therefore, in addition to worshiping the company commander, I have to say that there is also a bit of awe.

Fang Heng followed Jizhu Karma all the way into the dormitory, stood in the middle of the room, and looked around quietly.

This is the first time he has entered the company commander's dormitory, just like the style of the army, it is clean and tidy, there are no extra decorations, only the mattress is a little messy, it can be seen that he just got up.

"Drink some water." Jizhu Karma handed over the water tank, not really angry, but vaguely annoyed that someone disturbed her dream.

Fang Heng looked up at the company commander, took the tea mug silently, took two tentative sips at the beginning, moistened his throat, and then drank it dry in one gulp, the intestinal tract stretched with clear water, and the last point in his body was completely recovered exorcised.

While Fang Heng was drinking water, Jizhu Karma dragged a stool and sat down, watched Fang Heng's movements, and when the water bottle came out of his mouth, he said, "Do you think it's wrong for you to be in charge?"

"No..." Fang Heng lowered his head, holding the tea mug in his hand, with a cute expression on his face that could only be seen in front of the company commander.

"I didn't see it, you are obviously acting out of anger."

"..."

Jizhu Karma thought for a while, "Well, you sit down first."

"Oh." Fang Heng looked around, took out a small stool from under the bed, and half squatted and half sat in front of the company commander.

Jizhu Karma looked down at him, "Do you like Qilian?"

"I like it." Fang Heng nodded.

"Really?"

"Ah."

"Do you really want to stay in Qilian?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, what do you think of your platoon leader?"

Fang Heng bit his lower lip and thought for a while, "Actually, I don't have any special opinion, but he is always taking care of us, sometimes..." Fang Heng pursed his lips, "I don't feel very comfortable."

"Oh." Jizhu Karma nodded, but did not explain.

If leading soldiers is not strict, then it is not called leading soldiers. He has several officers and three platoon leaders. Why let Yang Yi lead them instead of others?Yang Yi has received a systematic education, and he has a flexible mind. He has a scale in his hands when he should lay down heavy weights. This matter is easy to offend people, so there is nothing to explain, as long as the soldiers under him learn to obey.

It's just that Yang Yi ran over and knocked on the door today, his faltering, trying to cover up his panic really made him feel a little bit in his heart, and he really felt something was wrong.

This is the first time Yang Yi has trained soldiers so that he can clean up the mess.

What's so hard about this?After seeing that the run is almost done, call the person over and teach him a lesson, and it's over. Why bother to come to him?

It's like a dead end like Fang Heng's helplessness.

Nothing to do with a soldier! ?

Either Yang Yi himself is incapable, or Fang Heng is too thorny, but this is obviously not the case. There is only one possibility. Yang Yi is confused and Fang Heng can't find his place.