I also once had a Zhongzheng rifle, which belonged to the company commander Wang Laokoue. When I arrived at the independent regiment on the first day, the gun was taken away and I never heard from it again.
Now another Zhongzheng has emerged. I don’t know if it is the one I own. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. It doesn’t matter, after all, it is in Yang Dezhi’s hands now.
He became enemies with Yang Dezhi the first time they met, and he had already identified himself as an enemy. Gao Yidao was also an enemy, but he was different from Yang. Gao Yidao was for public revenge, so the hatred was written on his face and cursed in his mouth, and he dared to expose it in the sun without hiding it; Yang Dezhi was for private revenge, so the hatred was hidden in his eyes and buried in his heart, and could not see the light.
Since it is a matter between enemies, there is no interest in wearing a mask. The simpler the better. Just express your purpose directly. It's your fault for not wanting to be seen in the light.
Why did Su Qing make this bet with the little girl? Maybe she wanted to use this method to intimidate the little girl. Objectively speaking, it was not a bad thing for the little girl to lose the bet.
Why do I want to help the little girl realize her wish? There is no reason, I just can't help but want to see her happy, want to see her run like the wind. Just like what I saw in my dream when I was unconscious: the wind will not fall.
Thinking casually and walking slowly, the third company's dormitory appeared in front of him. There were two guards standing at the door. It seemed that the girl was very prestigious, which made the third company feel uneasy.
The closer they got, the dumber the expressions of the two sentries became. When they arrived at the door, the two of them standing by the door with guns on their backs seemed to have turned into clay sculptures. They probably hadn't figured out why they were here.
He glanced at the left and the right, then calmly adjusted his gaze and pushed the door open.
"Hey? You—" The sentry spoke in a daze, but did not dare to raise his hand to block.
He ignored the sentry and walked in directly as the tentacle door opened and the door hinges creaked. In the long dormitory room, there were long rows of beds on both sides, and a wide corridor in the middle, which led from the door to the inside. There were several wooden pillars standing at intervals, and windows were opened at intervals on the walls on both sides. The sunlight poured in piece by piece, falling on the bed and the ground, shining out the shape of the window, which was a little distorted and exaggerated, making the room look bright and empty.
There was no one in the room. The Third Company might be training or busy with other things. At the end of the corridor, there was a table and a few benches. It seemed that Yang Dezhi should live in there.
He walked slowly and steadily, step by step, and heard the sentry's voice outside the open door behind him: "He... you stay here, I'll report to the company commander."
"Watch me go find the company commander." Then there was the sound of a person running away in a hurry.
"you-"
The closer I got, the clearer the rifle hanging on the wall became. She was hanging there alone, and I couldn't help but notice her. The deep color, beautiful curves, and the marks on the straps made me feel who this good girl was. She, like me, became a deserter of the 67th Army. Maybe she didn't want to escape at first, but I hurt her, made her leave where she should be, and made her be wronged, so she left quietly. Maybe she didn't want to see me again. Before I even got close to her, I seemed to have sensed her silent anger and proud disdain.
I took her off gently, held her steadily between my hands, and looked at her quietly. She was still herself, never changed, just like the first time I saw her in Jiangnan, she was a good girl.
In the beam of light that fell at my feet through the window, there seemed to be a lot of fine, almost invisible dust floating around, like gunpowder smoke, silent, quiet, solemn and sad.
The sentry stopped in front of Hao Ping, panting: "Captain, Captain, he...he went to our dormitory."
"Explain, who?"
"Squad Leader Hu. He should be running towards the gun."
"What?" Hao Ping was stunned, then he looked at Yang Dezhi beside him and waved his hand: "Let's go back and take a look."
Yang Dezhi's face suddenly turned ugly. This was not going to end. It was said that a tall tree attracts the wind, and wealth should not be exposed. Now he found that this was too true. He followed Hao Ping for a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around and walked a few steps towards the team, saying to them: "The first row has stopped training. Follow me back to the dormitory now."
Hu Yi is not a good guy. He is really a man who dares to seek death. Yang Dezhi is afraid of him and has to be on guard. He feels at ease only when he takes a platoon back with him.
Hao Ping approached the dormitory door first. The door was open all the time. He asked the sentry standing by the door: "Is he still there?"
"exist."
He took a few quick steps, turned the corner, entered the door, and stopped.
Hu Yi was sitting at the table in the dormitory, cleaning his gun. He looked up at the door and glanced at Hao Ping who was standing at the door. Then he lowered his head and continued to work. The gun being cleaned was a Zhongzheng.
Yang Dezhi was the second one to step into the door. He stopped beside Hao Ping, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and was also surprised by this scene and speechless.
A platoon of soldiers rushed to the door, and stopped when they saw the company commander and the instructor enter. They didn't dare to squeeze in, so they had to stop outside the door, stretching their necks and staring, looking inside through the gap.
The corridor was long and the door was far from the table. This scene was absurd. Hao Ping thought for a moment, put on a serious face, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Clean your gun." The answer was indifferent.
"Are we in the wrong place?"
Hu Yi did not answer immediately. He carefully pulled the cleaning rod out of the muzzle of the gun, put it away briefly, and then put the cleaning rod into the front of the gun body and fixed it. He put his left arm on the table, and his right hand was on the handle behind the trigger. He raised the muzzle of the gun, put the gun body on his right shoulder, turned his body on the bench, faced the door and asked: "Isn't this the third company?"
"Put down the gun, it's not yours." Hao Ping said in a bad tone.
"From your tone... Is this gun yours?"
"This is Coach Yang's gun."
"Then you shouldn't say that." Hu Yi's tone suddenly dropped.
"I am the company commander of the third company," Hao Ping got a little angry.
"I'm not the squad leader of the third company."
"I'm saying this for the last time, put the gun down"
"You are not qualified to order me. Besides, this gun is not yours." A cold light began to flow in Hu Yi's narrow eyes, which meant that he was ready.
The temperature in the room suddenly dropped. Hao Ping's face looked extremely ugly. His words were harsh, but unfortunately he was not Gao Yidao. Facing those narrow eyes that had turned cold, he could not make up his mind for a moment. He was thinking quickly about how the regiment commander and the political commissar would handle it if the matter became a big deal.
Although Hu Yi's words sounded unreasonable and arrogant, they were half true. It seemed that he was just waiting for Hao Ping's threat to attack him after it failed. Yang Dezhi took a step forward: "This gun is mine, can you put it down?"
Hu Yi turned his gaze to Yang Dezhi: "Such a simple matter, why didn't you say it earlier? Aren't you the Red Third Company? It is your duty to stand guard and do good work. Showing off is not what you are good at. You are far worse than the Second Company."
Hao Ping's face turned green. He finally understood that this person was here to cause trouble. How disgusting.
Yang Dezhi's goal was to first seize the power of the Third Company, so that he would not be afraid of any bigger incidents later. Therefore, he did not respond to Hu Yi's sarcasm and continued, "I said this gun is mine, please put it down now."
The coldness in Hu Yi's eyes seemed to fade a little, and he said calmly: "That's why I came here. Instructor Yang, your gun is good, I like it very much, just give it to me.
There was silence. Could there be anything more shameless than this? Who would believe this if it were told to others? Hao Ping finally couldn't hold it anymore. His eyebrows raised a little bit and he asked clearly, "Hu Yi, do you really think the house in the third company is made of paper? You asked for this. Now I..."
Before Hao Ping could finish his words, Hu Yi frowned and interrupted him: "The gun is his. I came here to ask him for it. If he is willing to give it to me, I will take it with me. If he is not willing to give it to me, I will leave empty-handed. From the beginning to the end, I have nothing to do with you, the captain of the third company. Why are you constantly showing off to me?"
“…”Hao Ping was a little confused.
The soldiers of the third company were all confused. Hu Yi's words were very clear. If he asked Yang Dezhi for a gun, he would take it and leave. If he didn't, he would go back empty-handed. It sounded like he was looking for trouble. There was no reason to find fault. But... something was wrong. How could it be possible? What did he mean? It was hard to figure out. Because Yang Dezhi couldn't possibly give him a gun, what was his purpose in doing all this? To humiliate the third company? Was he crazy? This was too unscientific.
This sentence made Hao Ping speechless. Hu Yi looked at Yang Dezhi again and asked slowly: "Coach Yang, don't just stand there. Just tell me straight. Will you give me this gun or not?" The last four words in his words were particularly clear.
To everyone's surprise, Yang Dezhi and Hu Yi looked at each other without saying anything.
The audience, including Hao Ping, was stunned again, even more stunned than before. If they just said no, this ridiculous thing would be over. What happened to Coach Yang? Why didn't he say anything? Was he possessed? This was even more bizarre than Hu Yi's reaction.
The scene seemed to be still. After an unknown amount of time, Hu Yi suddenly smiled faintly, took off his rifle from his shoulder, and gently placed it on the table. Then he clapped his hands and stood up. While walking steadily towards the door, he said to Yang Dezhi, "It seems that Coach Yang is reluctant to leave. I won't bother you any more."
In the surprised eyes of the audience, Hu Yi walked through the middle step by step, brushing against Yang Dezhi's shoulder. When he was about to step out of the threshold of the third company dormitory, he suddenly heard Yang Dezhi say behind him: "This gun is for you."
There was a sound of people gasping for air. Today's sun must have risen from the west, or maybe everyone was dreaming.
The gun was carried away by Hu Yi in a swagger, and the soldiers of the third company of a platoon were ordered back to training. Only two people were left in the empty dormitory.
Hao Ping, with a green face, looked at Yang Dezhi, who was ashen-faced, and asked, "What... is going on?"
"nothing."
"What do you mean nothing? I don't understand this."
"Uh... earlier... I made a bet with him... I lost him a gun."
Hao Ping was speechless. Bet? His expression was full of evasion. Gui Xin saw that he would not say anything more, so he stopped asking.
I had just walked out of the third company not far from the road carrying a rifle, and saw a person standing on the road. In the sunlight, her beautiful short hair that reached her neck was particularly eye-catching, but unfortunately, her beautiful face was as cold as ever.
"Stop," she said.
“…” He had no choice but to stop.
"Hand over the gun." Her tone was not polite at all.
"Why?"
"In the name of political work, I formally announce to you that this gun has been confiscated."
"What if I don't hand it in?"
“I don’t have time to say it a second time.”
"How about ten minutes later?"
"Now"
In the sunshine, a gust of wind swept past the window of the supply office. Inside the window, on the desk next to the window, a ledger was blown open by the wind, making a rustling sound. Some handwriting could be vaguely seen on the pages of the ledger, and the last line read "Zhongzheng Rifle"... Recipient: Su Qing.
The handwriting is very new.