In the army, it takes at least two years, decades, and a lifetime.
Fortunately, I have been studying and living in this group for 4 years. It's been almost 10 years since I took off my military uniform, and I have gone to work in the society. I have experienced several job-hopping and seen a corner of the world. I feel more and more that my brother, who has been my classmate for four years, can be trusted. I don't know anyone when I enter the dormitory. Everyone comes from all corners of the country and has different living habits and experiences.
But immediately began a series of training, making it difficult for you to adapt to the younger brother in the upper bunk, and everyone must be together. I will share my experience of pressing the quilt. I'll give you a hard time if you are scolded by the monitor. I will support you with my elbow when I am sent to squat.
When pulling weeds, you will find that he really works hard. He will poke you twice to remind you when you sleep in class. He will unscrupulously copy it for you during the exam. You can't get out of bed when you are injured. He draws water and cooks for me every day. You don't have to thank him, because you know you will do the same.
During the five-kilometer exam, he will secretly bring a backpack belt, and you will find yourself standing in the middle of the team. When you are a little behind, you find that he starts talking to you and makes you insist. When you told him to get out, you found that he took out his backpack rope and began to pull you. When you reach the finish line, he will stand in front of you and call you "loser".
When you were punished for bubbling, you found him squatting next to you and being scolded together. When you read the inspection in front of the whole team, he almost laughed in the team When you call home to complain, he will read the newspaper quietly. If you spoil your girlfriend, she will turn on the radio and broadcast advertisements for health products.
At the dinner before graduation, you burst into tears, and he called you a "loser" in tears. Walking out of the school gate with his luggage, he stood at the door and waved and said, "Work hard and don't forget me". When he has a child, you will say "son, call dad" to your son without scruple.