Hongying's first strategy: sell small things for small things. Although she hated being called small by others, and although she wished she could turn into a little red sunflower overnight to make Ma Liang drool, it didn't include now. If she had a small thing, she would be a fool not to use it.
I lowered my head and took a closer look at myself. I was actually a little taller, a little fatter, and a little rounder than before. I couldn't help but sighed slightly: "Ah... I'm getting old.
She raised her little hands and deliberately messed up the two pigtails on her head. She blinked her eyes deliberately, and it was as if a curtain was drawn back in her pair of black pupils, slowly revealing the pure background. The innocent stage was filled with clarity and innocence, and she stepped into the door of the regiment headquarters.
"Uncle Captain."
The voice is tender and pure, neither high nor low, with a slight lingering sound, like the singing of a mountain spring, and it sounds sweet to the ears.
Captain Lu looked up and saw the smiling little flower at the door swaying towards him. A smile from the bottom of his heart immediately appeared on his face. "I haven't seen you since I came back. Why are you here today? Huh?"
Xiao Hongying poked her head towards the inner room, confirmed that the political commissar was not there, and walked into the room with a smile: "Su Yushi punishes me to copy characters all day long. I haven't finished copying for so many days. I'm so tired. Uncle, does your waist still hurt? Let me massage it for you." As she spoke, she walked behind Captain Lu who was sitting at the table, bent down and swung her little fist.
"Not bad, almost done. Oh, you're really good... Haha, give the left side a rub as well." Captain Lu was enjoying the rare privilege happily, and after a while he suddenly said, "Okay, this is really a good treatment. Tell me, why are you here?"
"Hehehe... Uncle Captain, I just want to ask... does what you said in the hospital still count?"
"What did I say?"
"The day I was shooting in the yard, didn't you say you would reward me well when you got back?"
Captain Lu scratched his head, looked at the ceiling and recalled: "Did I say that at the time?" He frowned and thought for a while, then turned to ask the guard at the door: "Did I say that at the time?"
The guard turned around and looked at the regiment commander, then exchanged glances with Xiao Hongying who was looking at him, scratched his head, and said hesitantly, "It seems... I... can't remember it."
Xiao Hongying's face instantly showed her genuine seriousness, and her innocent eyes lit up: "Don't be so shameless, you are the head of the group, uncle."
"Okay, okay, then tell me, what reward do you want?"
"Hehehe, you've seen it all this time. I'm pretty good at using a gun, right? I still don't have a gun that's right for me. Can you... let me pick a gun from the group
"Don't you have a gun? Besides, there are so many people in your class..."
"I'm talking about rifles and long guns." Xiao Hongying's face instantly turned aggrieved again.
"Okay, go to Li Suanpan..."
"How can his thing be useful? What I mean is... pick one in the group. Okay, um..." A pair of small hands pulled Captain Lu's shoulders, and the petite body twisted and turned and swayed beside Captain Lu.
"this… "
"Haha... Old Lu, her request is unreasonable. You should think twice." Political Commissar Ding Deyi walked in from outside with a smile.
The pair of pigtails instantly drooped to the bottom, and the trick failed.
Hongying's second strategy: lure them with benefits. This is also one of the most used tricks. There is nothing surprising about it, but it is the simplest solution. The biggest advantage is that it saves trouble, effort and time, but it requires a price.
The midday sun shone into the kitchen yard. The clatter of pots and pans and gossip were noisy all around. After hastily eating a few mouthfuls of rice, I became absent-minded. I grabbed a chopstick in my little hand and dipped it in the water in the bowl to draw a turtle on the dining table. I wanted to write the word "Yang" on the turtle shell, but unfortunately I didn't know how.
Luo Fugui gulped down a few mouthfuls of soup, put down the bowl and burped, then said, "Damn it, it's too cheap for him. He can get two Type 38 rifles in one transaction."
Ma Liang looked up and said, "Girl, let me be clear first. Don't count on my gun, and don't even think about getting a runny nose."
Xiao Hongying lifted her braid, glanced at Ma Liang across from her, then squinted at Liu Jianqiang who was eating quietly, and rolled her eyes: "Do you think I'm willing? Don't worry, as long as he agrees, I'll ask Gao Yidao to borrow a gun first, and I don't count on you two at all."
Luo Fugui interjected: "Borrow from Gao Yidao? What's the difference between that and borrowing from a loan shark? It would be strange if he didn't take the opportunity to blackmail you to death with his inhuman thing."
"I don't care. At least I have to win the bet first." After saying that, Xiao Hongying began to draw a second turtle on the table with a serious face.
Ma Liang turned around and asked Xiao Bing beside him: "How did he get this gun?"
"It was said that a new recruit brought it here. His name seemed to be... Pan Zhuzi. He also brought a big knife. When he was at the regiment headquarters, he asked Instructor Yang to leave his gun behind."
At this time, a soldier hurried into the kitchen yard and went straight to the table of squad nine. It was Xiaodou, the regiment's communications officer.
Seeing Xiaodou sitting down listlessly, Xiao Hongying had a sense of failure and still asked Xiaodou, "How is it?"
"I went there and did what you said. I said I liked the gun and was willing to trade it for a Type 38 rifle. But he told me that things are valuable based on their value. I said two Type 38 rifles would be fine, and then he said three were useless, so I came back."
Bang! The little fist hit the table, making the nearby dishes and chopsticks clatter and attracting the attention of people at other tables. When they saw those two ugly little braids, they quickly went back to their own business, pretending they didn't hear anything.
"I still don't believe it"
Hongying's third strategy: Grab the handle. People who are not human have flaws and shortcomings, let alone humans? This is also a method that the little girl uses repeatedly and never fails. The reason why it ranks third is that this strategy is laborious and time-consuming, so it always appears after the first two strategies fail.
After dinner, the sun went down. It was already dark and windy outside the window. The time had come. Xiao Hongying tied her cloth shoes tightly, rolled up her sleeves, adjusted her leggings, tightened her belt, combed her pair of heroic braids, raised her eyebrows slightly, clenched her fists, and the oil lamplight illuminated her heroic appearance.
The people in the room thought that this wicked girl had shifty eyes, and they were frightened at the sight of her. If they did anything shameful in the future, they had to be careful of this wicked thing.
Without further ado, open the door.
He went through the alleys, slid along the walls, bypassed the open space and climbed the low walls, frightening a few street rats and startling a few night-watching dogs to bark. He crouched and stood on tiptoe, twisted and turned a few times, and a sneaky little figure arrived outside the dormitory of the third company.
It was late at night and the house was still not quiet. There was still a light on. Looking at the light from the window, it was at the innermost part. Hao Ping and Yang Dezhi lived at the very end. They crouched against the wall, tiptoed to the bottom of the window with light, and began to listen.
"This gun is really good. It feels better than the Type 38 rifle, but it's a pity that it doesn't have a bayonet... Haha, how about letting me, the company commander, carry it for a few days to experience it?" The speaker was Hao Ping.
"Look at the look in your eyes. Is this your intention to memorize for a few days? Don't lie to me. Haha, one thing is one thing. I won't fall for it. To tell you the truth, someone wanted to exchange two Type 38 rifles for this at noon today." The voice belonged to Yang Dezhi.
"What? Two Type 38 rifles? That's a real bargain. Lao Yang, why are you giving up this opportunity? You can also help the company get a quota, isn't it..."
"That's not what I want. I want the rarity of it. I'll always have a chance to get a Type 38 rifle, but where can I find this one? Are you counting on Jiang? ... By the way, I saw you wandering around the playground all afternoon. What were you looking for?"
"I like someone"
“Cough cough… cough…” Yang Dezhi seemed to be choked.
"Why are you looking at me like that? What are you thinking? I'm not talking about a woman, I'm talking about a new soldier."
"What's the meaning?"
"It's Pan Zhuzi who brought the gun. Do you know that he is a man of both skill and courage?"
"I do know that he carried a large knife."
"No one can get close to this kid. It seems that he has used a gun before. He is definitely a talent. Right now, the combat effectiveness of the first and second companies is stronger than ours, especially Gao Yidao. Look at how arrogant he is. He looks down on everyone and acts like he is invincible. My idea is... we need to let this Pan Zhuzi come to our company. He can not only destroy the arrogance of the second company, but also increase our prestige. We need to let our company have a ruthless person. If there is a suitable opportunity, maybe this kid can knock Gao Yidao down. Don’t you think that would be a relief, right?"
"This... is really a good thing, but the new recruits are now under Wu Yan's supervision, and he has the final say on the allocation. Why do you want this person?"
"I've been thinking about this. Fortunately, he is Wu Yan. My idea is this: I'll play the villain and you play the hero. Tomorrow..."
Outside the window, a crescent moon hangs high in the sky; inside the window, the oil lamp is dim.
Click—the watch case jumped up with a crisp sound, and in the dim light, the hour and minute hands could be seen.
I returned to the division in the morning and reported the unexpected situation. The division headquarters has strengthened its vigilance and notified nearby troops to rush to certain areas to provide support and search and suppression. In addition, the division headquarters is also ready to move at any time.
On the way back, she and I didn't talk to each other. I didn't know what she was thinking. In fact, I didn't even know what I was thinking. It was like a dream that appeared out of nowhere. It didn't feel real at all. Until now, I still don't feel that what happened last night was real.
Before dinner, she deliberately passed by the door of the ward and said lightly: "Come over tonight."
Look, the time is almost up. Everything has its cause and effect. It is only natural to pay back debts. There is nothing to hesitate about.
Click—close the watch case, stand up straight, tighten the collar, adjust the brim of the hat, blow out the oil lamp, hold your head high and walk out of the ward.
The door opened gently. She didn't say anything. She looked around and then stepped aside.
After entering the room, she heard the bolt click behind her. The room was filled with the smell of wine again, but this time she didn't have to hurriedly hide the bottles and cups. They were still on the desk, next to the oil lamp.
He looked down at the chair beside the desk, then walked to the bed and sat down.
She locked the door, returned to her desk and sat down, blowing out the oil lamp on the table. It was dark for a while, and the moonlight that filtered in through the window made the room dimly clear again.
She picked up the glass and could hear the sound of the wine slowly sliding down her throat.
I never thought that wine was delicious, but now I suddenly remembered the taste of wine and broke the silence by whispering, "Can you give me a glass?"
In the dim moonlight, she carefully filled the cup in her hand and handed it over.
He took it steadily, touched his mouth, and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy and burning river instantly heated his chest and fell into his heart. He couldn't tell whether it was painful or pleasurable.
"This is an accident." She suddenly said, "It's really an accident." Then she reached out to take the empty glass, carefully poured the wine into it, took a sip, and asked, "Another glass?"
"Can."
So he took the wine from her hand and drank it all again. The strong taste choked him so much that his head hurt. He gasped for breath and his chest felt like a sea of fire.
Chuckling... She laughed: "It's your own fault."
The spicy taste faded a little, and then he asked her, "Whose accident?"
She was silent for a while, then whispered, "Mine."
He stood up, put down the empty cup at the desk, and then faced her sitting on the chair: "Okay. Then this time... it's mine." He bent down and picked her up horizontally without any struggle, then turned around and walked towards the bed.
"Are we drunk?" Her breathing suddenly became a little heavy.
"Yes." He began to unbutton her shirt.
"Okay then." She raised her hands and began to unbutton the military uniform not far in front of her.
For some reason, even her fingers were shaking. It seemed that the buttons could not be unbuttoned at all. The more they were unbuttoned, the more tangled they became. Both of their fingers were shaking more and more. She finally whispered in a trembling voice, "Let's... do it ourselves..."
Then, these unsolvable tangles finally disappeared, leaving only deep breaths and the faint moonlight...