Special Years

"What are you doing!?"

Dedeham's gentle smile froze instantly as if thrown into the ice and snow.

His reaction caught Zhuang Yan by surprise.

In a solemn worldview, these days, people who don't reach out and slap a smiley face are not like people who don't like to smoke a cigarette cover when they meet each other?

The solemn high school years were not entirely spent on campus. In the early and mid-1990s, the entire coastal area of ​​Nanyue was immersed in prosperity, and the concept of "brain and body upside down" was rampant.

For example, "it's better to sell tea eggs than to build an atomic bomb", "it's better to use a scalpel than a razor", or "to die for the daring, starve to death for the cowardly" and so on...

Just like the solemn elder brother Zhuang Buping, who was originally just a cadre of the township enterprise bureau, he resigned resolutely and went to Shanghai to become a self-employed person in that era. The worth has long been over a million.

In this frenetic economic wave, it is difficult for Zhuang Yan to be alone. In the whole year of high school, this fellow went to school for less than half of the time, and the other half took leave in the form of sick leave. In fact, he went to Zhuang Buping's company. Help with business.

In the early and mid-1990s, the business field was quite arrogant. There were many business owners who didn't know a few big characters. They didn't have the law, only money. who's head.

In this kind of atmosphere, although Zhuang Yan is not perfect, at least he is full of stinky problems. He can smoke and drink anything. The most powerful thing is to talk to people and talk to ghosts.

However, this all-purpose trick doesn't seem to work at all here in Deadham.

"I'm not... platoon leader, we are fellow villagers, you will take care of me in the future..."

Before Zhuang Yan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Dedeham's cold voice.

"I said it's no wonder Lieutenant Commander Li said when he handed you over to me that you are full of bad water, let me train you well. It seems that what he said was right."

After speaking, he glanced at the cigarette in Zhuang Yan's hand and said, "Put the cigarette away!"

Stern tone, not loud but very attractive.

Zhuang Yan was so frightened that his hands shook, and he quickly put away his cigarettes.

Deadham stretched out his foot and gave a slight kick on the solemnly bent knee.

"Stand for me! What a fool to be like!"

The solemn atmosphere didn't even dare to take a sip, and he secretly complained in his heart that his flattery could be regarded as being slapped on a stubborn donkey.

It was obvious that Dedeham first told himself that the two of them were fellow villagers from the same province, but when he showed his favor, he gave him a slap in the face.

It looks like this is all a conspiracy.

Deadham began to pace his steps again, and circled Majestic, like a man in a cattle market looking at a cow and sheep.

"Remember, the army is talking about all over the world, and there are no fellow villagers. The most taboo in the army is to form small groups, which will kill you! I am your platoon leader, not your fellow Mao fellows, remember!"

"Remember!" Zhuang Yan could only pretend to be convincing and answer, this little man has figured it out by himself, so it's not easy to deal with.

In fashionable words, it is called sickness!

Normal people don't care about patients, hum!

"As for cigarettes..." Dedeham lengthened his tone. "There is no rule in the army that you can't smoke, so I won't confiscate your cigarettes, but I tell you, it's better to quit, or you will regret it."

Looking at the sly look in Dadehan's eyes, Zhuang Yan didn't know what medicine was buried in the gourd.

regret?

Of course he wouldn't believe it.

"I try my best…"

Dedham saw through the solemn thought at a glance, turned around and waved to the playground.

"Yin Xiancong is here."

Last night, the fourth squad leader who disliked solemnity quickly trotted in front of him.

"Bring him in, teach him to organize the basic things in the house, and organize his luggage according to the regulations."

Yin Xiancong glanced at the somewhat uneasy solemn and said: "Let's go, go back to the row room, I'll teach you basic housekeeping."

This is the first time for Zhuang Yan to understand what "housekeeping" is.

The first item of housekeeping is to fold the quilt.

The bedside quilts of the veterans are always square and square, with water chestnuts and horns, as if a knife has been cut and a ruler has been measured, just like cut tofu.

Squatting in front of Zhuang Yan's bed, Yin Xiancong divided two by three and five, and folded Zhuang Yan's cup into a shape similar to that of a veteran.

While Yin Xiancong was giving himself a demonstration of internal affairs, Zhuang Yan carefully looked at himself as the squad leader.

Yin Xiancong doesn't look like Li Ding's murderous aura, doesn't have the sternness of Dai Dehan, and doesn't even look as strong as a muscular bull like Niu Dali, the leader of the fifth squad.

The first impression I get is that she is beautiful.

Although this word is a bit strange to describe a man, especially when used in soldiers, this is Zhuang Yan's first impression of Yin Xiancong.

Yin Xiancong's facial features are quite feminine, especially those eyes, which are quite feminine.

But Zhuang Yan thinks this is a good thing, at least the less aggressive squad leader won't suffer too much himself.

Of course, this was just a solemn illusion, and soon he knew that Yin Xiancong's introverted appearance concealed a formidable power.

The quilt was quickly folded, and in Yin Xiancong's hands, the solemn kennel-like quilt changed. Even the white sheets were wiped evenly without any wrinkles.

"I'll go! It's awesome!"

Curious and solemn exclaimed, stretched out his hand to squeeze the quilt and touched it.

There is no support inside, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is just a bed of cotton, but now it is really as neat as a piece of tofu.

"You try." Yin Xiancong said.

When it was Zhuang Yan's turn to fold it by himself, his head grew twice as big, and the quilt didn't fit properly in his hands, it was like a lump of unkneaded dough.

Yin Xiancong taught a few times, and seeing that it was getting late, he said: "Time is limited, let's do it, your quilt is new, it's not easy to fold, as long as you practice more, you can fold it well in the future. Don't worry, in the future you guys There is time to practice.”

Turning around and pulling the solemn suitcase over, he pointed and said, "Open it."

Zhuang Yan can only open the suitcase honestly.

Yin Xiancong laughed while turning the page.

"So many casual clothes...and sneakers...belts...Do you think you will have a chance to wear them in the next three years? Leave one set of casual clothes and send the rest back!"

Suddenly, I found a black plastic bag, hard and tightly wrapped.

"What's this?"

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Smoke."

Yin Xiancong said expressionlessly, "Open."

He said solemnly, "Squad leader, no need..."

"Open!" Yin Xiancong's tone became severe.

Sweat oozes out from the solemn forehead, and I can't wait to slap myself a few times. If I had known that I had to check so carefully, I should have taken this thing away...

Okay now, it's over.

It's a disaster that cannot be avoided.

Zhuang Yan could only squat on the ground, holding the black plastic bag, like a hot potato in his hand.

"Do you want me to open it for you myself?"

Yin Xiancong's slightly feminine eyes shot out a cold light, and when the solemn eyes touched, his heart pounded a few times.