There is a room next to Dabei Village, sitting warm under the sun, with a closed door and an empty window. A little girl in a military uniform, with her two braids tied up in an awkward manner, is sitting lazily on the windowsill, with a pair of small shoes swinging outside the window, and she is blinking her big eyes and looking into the distance.
A young Eighth Route Army soldier was sitting on the ground with his back against the window. He looked energetic and had long legs. He was basking in the sun and looking stupidly in the direction of the medical team.
Xiao Hongying withdrew her aimless gaze, tilted her head to look at Ma Liang under the window, blinked playfully, and then followed Ma Liang's gaze and looked in the direction of the medical team.
Outside the entrance of the health team, Kuihua was sitting on a small stool washing clothes. She was not wearing a coat, only a shirt, and she kept rubbing the clothes on the washboard. From time to time, she raised her hands to wipe the sweat off her face, and rolled up her sleeves to reveal her fair arms. On the other side, Xiaohong was throwing the washed sheets on the clothesline, standing on tiptoe, with her head held high, which made the two bulges on her chest more prominent.
Xiao Hongying knew that men would like women, and that women would marry men, and then suddenly a few children would appear, which made her very curious, but at present, this was all she knew. Since the ninth class had nothing to do, Xiao Hongying found that Ma Liang would look at the health team when he had nothing to do, and he couldn't bear to take his eyes away when he saw Xiao Hong and Kui Hua. When Sun Cui lived here a few days ago, he would sometimes secretly look at them and forget to blink.
So, Xiao Hongying deliberately asked softly, "Does it look good?"
"Beautiful." Ma Liang had no idea what Xiao Hongying was asking. He still stared at the two beautiful curves and answered vaguely.
"Where is the good thing?"
"Chest..." Before he could finish the second word, Ma Liang suddenly realized what was happening and immediately shut up. He looked up and saw that pair of big eyes were staring at him with a smile. He quickly turned his gaze to watch the training on the playground: "The bayonet fight is beautiful."
Chuckling... Laughter came from the window, mixed with a hint of sarcasm, which made Ma Liang so embarrassed that his face was full of black lines.
"You stupid girl, what are you laughing at? I'm going back." Ma Liang stood up and was about to leave.
Xiao Hongying forced herself to stop laughing and said quickly, "Hey, don't go. Xiao Bing hasn't come back yet. If the test fails, you'll have to help me correct it! Okay, okay, I won't laugh at you anymore, okay? You're so narrow-minded."
Ma Liang rolled his eyes and sat down again.
Xiao Hongying, who was sitting on the windowsill, leaned forward and said, "Hey, why are you so willing to watch?"
"You still say?"
"Hey, I promise not to tell anyone! Can you tell me about it?" Xiao Hongying put on an attitude of humbly seeking advice.
“…” Ma Liang was too lazy to respond.
"I've seen it many times. You always look at Xiaohong and Kuihua, and you also secretly look at Aunt Sun. Is that right? Hey, why don't you look at me?"
"… "
"Hey, I'm asking you. Is there anything you can't say?"
Ma Liang raised his head and glanced at the little girl on the windowsill. He found that she was staring at him seriously, waiting for an answer seriously. So he replied unhappily, "You are just a little yellow-haired girl. What is there to see?"
"Hey, I'm a girl too? I'm prettier than Kuihua, right? I'm about the same as Xiaohong... right? Why aren't you looking at me?" Xiao Hongying was both confused and unwilling.
Feeling that Xiao Hongying's voice suddenly had a bit of sourness, seeing her staring with eyes wide open and frowning eyebrows, Ma Liang subconsciously lowered his gaze, glanced at her flat little chest, and burst out laughing.
Although Ma Liang's glance was very fast, the little girl still noticed it, so she couldn't help but lower her head and carefully looked at her small chest, and finally found the answer. No wonder people still look at the ugly sunflowers, but no one looks at my pretty aunt. It turns out that men only like to look at this, not the face? Oh my God, mine is so small! What should I do
At this time, Xiao Bing, who had gone to the regiment headquarters to inspect Xiao Hongying, came back. Ma Liang greeted Xiao Bing who was walking over and asked, "What did the political commissar say?"
Xiao Bing walked over to Ma Liang and sat down, sighing, "I'm so unlucky. The political commissar just left. I'm just a little late. It would have been better if you had written it earlier."
"Gone? Where did you go?"
"I received a notice this morning that there will be a meeting in the division tomorrow, so I just left."
Xiao Hongying shook her braids and said, "If you're gone, then you're gone. We'll talk about it when you come back. Ma Liang, let's go home."
Xiao Bing said bitterly: "You are not in a hurry as you are in prison, but I can't withdraw from my post. You have no conscience. What did I owe you in my last life?"
…
After the political commissar left, Yang Dezhi walked around the regiment headquarters several times with his chest puffed out, directing the guards and signalmen who were not on duty to start cleaning. Then he went to the small office of the political department and had a long talk with Su Qing. He talked about the glorious proletariat, the great ideals, the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and national salvation, the great cause of liberating all mankind, his own extraordinary life, and his lofty ambitions and aspirations. His handsome face exuded a confident and enthusiastic charm, and his pair of glasses were shining.
Yang Dezhi came from student movements and mass work, and Su Qing came from intelligence work. The two had the same beliefs, but Su Qing tended to look at things calmly and had a quiet personality, so she could not keep up with Yang Dezhi's high spirits. She had to turn herself into a supporting actor, listening to Yang Dezhi's talented speeches with appreciation and admiration, and envying Yang Dezhi's revolutionary enthusiasm.
Tired of talking, Yang Dezhi finally sat down opposite Su Qing's desk, picked up Su Qing's cup and took a few sips of water.
Su Qing was stunned for a moment, then stood up: "Oh... that's me... I'll pour you another cup."
Yang Dezhi raised his hand to stop Su Qing who was about to get another cup: "No, no, there's no need to be so formal between you and me. It's okay. This is enough. Also, don't call me Yang Jiao in the future. We are all revolutionary comrades in the same trench now. Why be so distant? Just call me Dezhi."
Su Qing smiled awkwardly and sat down again.
At this time, the voices of soldiers talking came from the yard:
"Hey, Xiao Bing, why are you back?"
"Send the inspection to the political commissar on behalf of the girl."
"The political commissar just left. He went to the division and will have a meeting tomorrow."
"What? Alas... poor me..." After saying this, Xiao Bing walked out of the yard.
Yang Dezhi suddenly felt upset when he heard the word "girl". He was scolded by her in front of him in the kitchen yard last night, which made him lose face. He still felt uncomfortable. Yang Dezhi didn't know that Xiao Hongying was in solitary confinement, so he asked Su Qing: "The girl wrote a self-criticism? Why?"
Su Qing was unwilling to mention the unpleasant details of yesterday, and simply replied: "She made a small mistake yesterday at noon, and the political commissar punished her to write a self-criticism in the confinement room."
"What?" Yang Dezhi was stunned: "Can you come out after being put in solitary confinement?"
"There's no window in the confinement room, so she often sneaks out. She's just a child, and I can't bear to say anything to her."
Yang Dezhi suddenly said seriously, "How can this be possible? You can't destroy the seriousness of discipline for a child, right? Isn't the confinement room useless? Can it still be called a confinement room? The army emphasizes discipline. She is a child, so it's okay to be lenient with her, but after all, the whole regiment is watching, right? How bad is the impact? Where is the prestige of the organization? Su Qing, do you think I'm right?"
Su Qing thought about it and nodded: "It's indeed a bit inappropriate."
"The political commissar is not at home now. I am the instructor and you are the political officer. We must take responsibility for the discipline and ideological issues and find out the shortcomings and fill them. This is no trivial matter. You go ahead and do your work. I will go to the confinement room now." After saying this, Yang Dezhi straightened his hat, got up and left the room.
Watching Yang Dezhi leave, Su Qing retracted her gaze and fell on the water cup on the table. The little girl was a child, and Su Qing had no idea about her, but Su Qing disagreed with the fact that the window of the confinement room was open. Yang Dezhi was right, so it was not called a confinement room, so Su Qing agreed with Yang Dezhi to take some measures.
Su Qing stood up, picked up the cup, and poured the water in the cup onto the ground to reduce dust. Then he went to the basin, poured hot water into it, and began to wash the cup. He washed it over and over again, carefully and seriously, not missing any part, then changed the water and washed it again...
Xiao Bing was sitting under the window of the confinement room, basking in the sun and falling asleep. Suddenly he heard someone coughing loudly in front of him. He opened his eyes dazedly... and immediately jumped up, hurriedly put his gun behind his back and saluted.
Yang Dezhi said sternly with a dark face: "This is outrageous! Are you worthy of the uniform? Are you worthy of the gun? Are you going to kill the whole regiment by standing guard like this?"
Xiao Bing stood straight and didn't dare to say a word. Yang Dezhi walked to the window and looked into the confinement room. He turned back and asked, "Where is the person you are looking at? Hmm? Speak!"
"I...she...I don't know, she might...run away." Xiao Bing answered in panic.
"Go find her now! If she doesn't come back, then you get in!" Yang Dezhi raised his eyebrows and said this before leaving.
After a while, Xiao Bing and Xiao Hongying were walking towards the confinement room together.
"Hey, Xiao Bing, tell me, would you rather look at me or at Sunflower?"
"Little girl, why did you provoke Coach Yang? This time I'm in trouble. Looking at his behavior just now, I won't be in trouble either. Alas..."
"What do you say?"
"say what?"
"Would you rather look at me or at the sunflower?"
"…" Xiao Bing was silent for a while, and suddenly said fiercely: "I really want to slap you into a sunflower!"
"Look at how depressed you are. He's not the political commissar, what are you afraid of? Just go back, it's no big deal!"
Xiao Hongying walked forward with her pigtail swinging. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at the detention room in the distance and asked Xiao Bing behind her: "Hey, are those people from the third company? What are they doing?"
When Xiao Bing heard the sound, he looked up and saw several soldiers from the third company busy at the window of the confinement room, banging on wooden boards, iron nails and hammers, making a loud clanging sound.
"Girl."
"Um?"
"You're definitely more unlucky than me this time!"
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