The month-long military training kicked off under the scorching sun. On the first afternoon, our beautiful young counselor also came. I watched it carefully over and over again, perhaps because everyone was wearing camouflage clothes. The whole class really can't find a good-looking girl. The instructor came to check our hair. Twenty-three of the twenty-five boys in the class were ordered to go to the barber shop for a haircut, but one of them didn't go because he became our model. The boys in this row are all cut according to his hairstyle. The other one didn't go to the barber shop, but he went twice.
I am the one who went into the barber's shop twice and the instructor who examined my hair at that time picked out my hairstyle at a glance. He said: "Attention, everyone, such fashionable hairstyles are not allowed in the army." So I rushed to the barber shop at the school gate first.
I sat in the chair of the barber shop, and when the scissors clicked, I saw all the boys in our class coming, and my heart immediately balanced.
After cutting, I rushed to the playground to report to the instructor. The instructor said, "You are still very fashionable. You should cut it like this. "
Then our beauty consultant came up to me, and there was a middle-aged woman with great temperament. You can tell at a glance that she is a politician. That's the secretary of our college. Two men stopped in front of me and very gently suggested that I cut it again, this time very short. I said it's not handsome to cut it, but let's cut it again for the sake of the group.
My greatest advantage is that I never let a beautiful woman down. All the 27 girls in the row laughed at the moment I turned around and went to the barber shop again. A girl's laughter may be sweet, but a row of girls laughed at the same time, and the chirp was harsh. I touched my head and walked away without looking back, with a lot of fine hairs in my hand.
Back at the barber shop, Sun Er asked me why I came back. I told them, "My hair is not up to standard, and the instructor assigned me a task. Let me come back and teach you a lesson so that you don't have to cut your hair twice like me. " Then he said to the barber, "Please cut it for me at once. Our instructor said cut an inch, but the hair should not be too short. Just cut mine and cut it for our classmates according to my appearance. "
Sun Er touched my hair and said, "Isn't it enough to be ruined like this? I want to make him anal fissure. "
When I went back to the dormitory that day, I saw that Han He's haircut was shorter than mine, especially the grandson, who was almost bald on the 2nd.
The military training has begun. Stand in the military posture first. The instructor divided the whole row of boys into one group and the girls into a pair. Our two groups stood face to face. At first, we got along well. Later, everyone in each team wanted to make the other team laugh, because then the instructor would make the other team stand for punishment, and those who didn't stand for punishment would find a breakthrough. In the end, the two teams always laughed together and were both punished for standing for half an hour.
The instructor's confidence has been lost by half after hard training and urgent marching. By the time we played just step, his confidence in the other half had completely disappeared. Because we didn't play well in the previous step, if we are uneven at once, then the previous step is uneven.
The instructor kept saying, "I'm really sorry to see you like this." Unexpectedly, the grandson immediately went on to sing, "You know, sadness is always inevitable …" The whole row of people who laughed again burst into laughter.
Our major belongs to Jiu Lian, our class 2 is divided into two rows, Sun Er and I are in the same class, and Han He belongs to 1 class, belonging to Jiu Lian and one row. When we played Goose Walk, they were reading Goose Walk, too. Once when I was walking, I saw Han He being pulled out to practice alone. Take a closer look. It turns out that Han's gait is very standard. Guo Xiaosi's leg is the worst. Han Ling headed for the team. Guo Xiaosi walked with a few laughs, and the outer eight became more and more arrogant, walking like a meticulous duck. So Sun Er also smiled, and their whole platoon laughed, and so did I, and so did our whole second platoon. There is not a breeze on the wide playground, and our laughter stays in the sky in September 2002. There is only one scorching sun in the clear sky, and there are no clouds in Wan Li.
Every day, many people want to get out of the misery of military training, which is the most popular dream during our military training. Especially for girls, it is the most difficult. They are most obsessed with realizing their dreams. As soon as they had a rest, they hurried to the school doctor to get the certificate. Their excuses are endocrine disorders and so on. Boys are always jealous and helpless for various reasons.
However, few people can really take time off. Girls who can't take time off often see her shoulders draw a beautiful arc during training and blink to the ground. People in our team fall down every day. At that time, we rested at 5: 30 in the afternoon and continued training at 7: 00 in the evening. During this one-and-a-half-hour break, all the IC cards on campus were occupied by girls, crying with their parents one by one.
I never want to be lazy, really. In front of the mirror, I get tanned day by day, lose weight and my lips are cracked. I don't get enough sleep every day. Standing in the sun, my eyelids are always fighting. It is the famous saying that came true: "If the eyelids are closed for a long time, they will be separated for a long time."
At the beginning of my lunch break, Iker would take the school bus to accompany me, occasionally take my changed clothes to wash, and bring me some fruit every time, usually dangshan pear with plenty of water, which is very big. She said, "Eat more fruit and your lips will not crack." She also bought me sunscreen, but I forgot to open it.
Actually, it's interesting to think about military training. During a break, our company commander boasted that he was the first wrestler in the army. As a result, the grandson immediately stood up and challenged. The company commander said, "No, it's not good to hurt you. You are the flower of the motherland. It is against discipline to hurt flowers and plants. " Sun Er doesn't like that and is eager to try. In our eyes, this flower of the motherland is bound to be injured by the company commander.
The company commander lost face and had to fight, losing three games in a row. Our eldest brother, Sun Er, had a big fall when he was a child. It is said that he threw away all the children in the whole school when he was a child.
When practicing crawling forward, one is to roll forward. The instructor pulled me out of the team, covered in dust and grass clippings, and said, "This comrade moves very well and rolls very standard. You can show us. " As soon as the instructor shouted the password, I fell to the ground and rolled up without hesitation. After rolling for a while with my eyes closed, I heard laughter around me. When I opened my eyes, I rolled around and went back to my original place.
The scorching sun hung overhead, and rows of freshmen in uniforms stood on the uncovered playground, scorched by the scorching sun. When the smoke from the kitchen rises, an attractive fragrance wafts from the dining hall in the distance.
Our beauty consultant often comes to see us. Every time she sees us, she asks, "Which unit are you from?" Why do so many people wear glasses? "
We have been tickled for the third week of military training. Brothers boast that they are magic guns. Sun Er said that there is a shooting booth at the gate of their high school every day. There are three-pole air guns and balloons all over the wall. There are many people waiting in line to shoot every day, but they lose money doing business every day. The reason is that he always succeeds. Another said that his family belongs to the municipal armed forces department. From small to large, we were completely impressed by their spitting stars, and we all wanted to tell the instructors that we hoped to organize a shooting competition and rely on these two sharpshooters to win glory for us.
By the time the live ammunition was fired, the whole platoon had already fired more than 500 bullets. There are only three holes in the target, and the other target is interrupted from the root, which is the masterpiece of Sun Er, a campus sharpshooter who makes the air gun boss make ends meet. As for the three holes, our conclusion is that the child who grew up in the armed forces department and was able to pierce Yang with a hundred paces basically hit someone else's target a few hundred meters away from his handle.
Because of the excellent performance of live-fire shooting, I lost the honor of being an excellent student and almost got a demerit. That's because I'm too serious. The surrounding atmosphere is the same as that in the anti-Japanese war movies. I just fired two shots while lying down, and the gun gas stirred up the soil. At that time, there was a gunshot in my ear and smoke billowed in front of me. It was like a reflection. I stood up with a gun and tried to rush forward ... The coach kicked me down. ...
Later, the whole battalion criticized by name. ...
Therefore, I was privately rated as "the bravest soldier in the platoon!" The instructor also agreed to my title with trepidation.
Now I think that I did miss the "best student" because I missed one step, but Han in our dormitory is more capable of winning this honor than I am, and he also missed it. Nowadays, Han is the happiest person who laughs when these things are mentioned, but at that time, this boy has been imitating his lover for a week.
Han was recommended as a "three-good student" by his tutor because of his excellent performance, and the number of places was fixed, but there was something wrong with his physical examination form in the school hospital. It turned out that he signed one item on the physical examination form himself, because there were too many people waiting in line, so he didn't go. So he was lucky to be the only freshman who didn't get undressed by the male doctor with black-rimmed glasses.
However, he lost his "best student" and was given a demerit. Finally, their counselor said, "You are too courageous. What else are you afraid to do? "
Over the past four years, these have become our jokes after dinner, and we are all very happy to mention them again. The short 30-day military training in the university for four years is only a quarter, and the military training has left a touching and meaningful memory in everyone's heart.
In September 2002, we were all exposed to the scorching sun. The one-month military training ended in a blink of an eye, and our youngest, darkest and most handsome instructor was leaving. I remember the moment of farewell. After getting on the military vehicle, he didn't say goodbye to us like the instructors in other classes, and didn't even wave.
He just stood in the car and stopped looking at us. Maybe this black soldier doesn't want to see our red eyes, or he doesn't want us to see his tears.
He left slowly when the bus started. Some students couldn't help but take a few steps forward and waved and shouted, "Goodbye, instructor …" Later, some students suggested that they shout together, "Instructor Zhou, I love you!" When we sing, our voices are hoarse, but everyone is still neat and strong, and our voices cut through the campus.
Our instructor's surname is Zhou, and I don't usually get close to him. When I took a group photo, the girls in my class chattered around him that they were all tanned, and then pointed at me and said, "Look, all the handsome guys in our class are peeling off their skins." The coach turned to look at me and said, "Your name is Wang Xiaoqi. I remember you the most. I remember you had your hair cut twice. Usually your training is very serious and hard, but you scared me when shooting with live ammunition. Well done, your overall performance is very good. "
After listening to the instructor's affirmation, my heart was warm. I immediately took off my military uniform and asked him to sign it as a souvenir. He took off his military badge and gave it to me. Under my leadership, all the boys in our class took off their school uniforms for him to sign, and the girls took off their hats for him to sign, so the boys' school uniforms and girls' hats left three powerful characters: Zhou Xiaogang.
High School Diary (25)
It will be sunny on Tuesday, June 4th.
Xing Hao didn't come to school today, and everyone was talking about his performance yesterday. Some people say that he went to Guangzhou in the south yesterday. Some people say that he is still at home. Yesterday afternoon, the girl from the next class went to his house. They have made up, and Xinghao will come back to school.
But Xinghao never came back, so everyone in the class ran next door to see the girl, which should be said to be Xinghao's girlfriend. I met xinghao's girlfriend. In fact, I believe that everyone in the school (including the teacher) knows their love relationship. When they go to school, they often walk hand in hand and often snuggle together like no one's watching. One day, when I was studying for myself last night, my uncle suddenly rushed in from the outside and said loudly, go and see, Xing Hao and his girl are kissing on the playground. Hearing the news, the boys rushed out at once. Everyone says they are a perfect couple. I heard that Xinghao started chasing his girlfriend when he was in junior high school. Xing Hao is willing to do anything for his girlfriend. His girlfriend is a string of girls. I heard that she is the daughter of the Commissioner of Inland Revenue. She often hangs out with young people outside, and when she gets into trouble, she looks for Xing Hao. Xing Hao often fights for her and is beaten badly several times. Xing Hao is not afraid of death for his girlfriend, but his girlfriend often changes boyfriends and has never promised Xing Hao. So until high school, his girlfriend made too many enemies outside and got tired of playing, so she agreed to Xing Hao, who had been struggling for three years.
Xing Hao's girlfriend's nickname is "Fei Nv". When I first came, she paid attention to me. She came to Xing Hao several times and looked at me critically. Uncle once reminded me to pay attention to Fei Nv. She seems to be hostile to me. Ashu said that she still keeps in touch with people outside. She thinks I'm different from other girls and wants to give me some color to see see. But she never bothered me.
Actually, I don't think flying girl is worth liking at all. Such girls are too ordinary and too savage. But love is like this. In fact, Feng and Hao at that time were different to me. I have never thought about what harm my willfulness has brought, and I have never thought about the problem from the perspective of others, just like the flying girl now. Therefore, emotional things are so unclear. What everyone thinks is good is not necessarily good, nor is it necessarily a choice suitable for love. For love, all prejudices disappear in the tolerant world.
Feinv already knew that Xing Hao had dropped out of school, but she didn't have any abnormality, as if nothing had happened at all, so Xing Hao left school. The story king already knows about Xing Hao, as if the story king said, in any case, Xing Hao must be found back. He is the hero of our class.