Everything has its own adaptation process. Days passed by, and when the villagers of Dabei Village saw Hu Yi appear with a bucket, they stopped whispering and started to greet him. Of course, they only greeted him, because this evil star still looked so cold. The children gradually became bolder. In the past, they only dared to peek at him from a distance, but now they followed him in groups, but they still did not dare to get within three meters of him.
Hu Yi put down the heavy carrying pole, suddenly raised his head, and asked expressionlessly: "Why are you following me?"
Two of the mud kids fell to the ground in fear, and three turned and ran away, leaving only the youngest naked kid, who answered stupidly with snot bubbles coming out of his nose: "I want to know if you are a ghost who has faked his corpse?"
This was a ridiculous question. Although the questioner spoke in a childish voice, his attitude was very serious. Hu Yi couldn't help but think about it for a moment and said solemnly, "I used to be."
The baby's confusion was clearly expressed on that snot-covered little face. He thought about it for a moment and mustered up the courage to ask, "Then how did you die?"
This was an even more ridiculous question, but Hu Yi hesitated: "I don't know. I was already dead when I stood up."
As a result, the baby didn't understand and was in a daze; Hu Yi was confused and looked at the clear water in the bucket.
He was no longer the captain of the ninth company, but a private, and received more attention.
When he met a sentry from the first company, he saluted. When he passed by the playground, the soldiers from the guard platoon stood at attention. He was supposed to do odd jobs at the supply office, but after a few days, the soldiers stood up as soon as he entered the door, put a bench for him, and handed him water. How could he do odd jobs? It became a master-apprentice relationship, and Li Suanpan never showed up.
There were only two units that really used Hu Yi as a chore, one was the kitchen team, and the other was the medical team. Dr. Zhou was very happy to be the temporary team leader, throwing all the dirty and tiring work to Hu Yi. At the same time, she abused her power for personal gain, and let Hu Yi wash everything that could be washed in her dormitory. Hu Yi was really scared that this lady would throw some sensitive clothes into his basin. Later, she asked Hu Yi to clean the ward and wipe the doors and windows. Of course, Dr. Zhou's dormitory was also cleaned openly.
In the eyes of others, Dr. Zhou is an outgoing person who likes to joke. He is a great god. Even when Hu Yi was the company platoon leader, he still had to be a guard under Dr. Zhou. Now, all of this is naturally understood by everyone as a joke. But Hu Yi can see that behind Zhou Wanping's smug look is happiness and satisfaction. Moreover, she, the lazy god, really dare not ask anyone to clean the dormitory. Too many wine bottles don't look good!
The dirty and tiring work of the kitchen squad was not easy, thanks to Uncle Niu. No matter what Hu Yi did, all the soldiers in the kitchen squad were busy with their own things and did not help or be polite. They still called him Captain Hu and treated Hu Yi as a real recruit and errand boy at work.
In fact, Hu Yi felt more comfortable and natural this way. Sitting on the kitchen threshold and pulling up his apron to wipe his sweat made him feel that he belonged to this kitchen and this yard. The relaxation after a busy day was the real relaxation.
Uncle Niu walked out of the kitchen and sat on the doorstep. He stuffed tobacco into Hu Yi's pipe, lit it, and took a few puffs. The smoke drifted over Hu Yi's shoulder.
"Hu Yi, how many signatures have you got?"
Hu Yi lowered his head and brushed the soot off his apron: "Not a single one."
"You can't be that miserable, right? Even less popular than Gao Yidao?"
"The note got wet, so I threw it away. I'm too lazy to find another one. It doesn't matter whether I get a review or not. I'm responsible anyway. I'll just be your cook here. It's pretty down-to-earth."
Uncle Niu laughed: "I really don't know whether this is a shortcoming or an advantage."
"Aren't you the same?"
The pipe was inhaled fiercely, and the air was filled with smoke: "That's right."
The two of them sat on the threshold in the afternoon sun, enjoying the comfort of finishing work. Later, Uncle Niu finished smoking a pot of tobacco, knocked off the ashes, wrote a word on the ground in front of the threshold, and asked Hu Yi: "Do you recognize it?"
"party."
"Do you know how to pronounce this word?"
Hu Yi was silent. He could recognize, write, and form words, but he couldn't speak.
Uncle Niu said, "I don't know many words, but this is one. People say five families make a neighborhood, five neighborhoods make a village, four villages make a clan, and five clans make a party."
In the supply department he was a master, in the company he was a training supervisor, in the guard platoon he was an instructor, in the medical team he was a coolie, in the kitchen squad he was a recruit, but in the political department he was a grandson.
The temple is small but the gods are great. People shout "report" outside the door and stand at attention inside the door. All the rules, whether they are rules or not, are here.
Sometimes after she came in and stood at attention, she would not even raise her head behind her desk, and would not call out for a break, and would continue to busy copying at her desk. He could only stand straight in a military posture, and sometimes he had to stand there without looking to the side for half an hour.
In his peripheral vision, she seemed to be focused, and he could tolerate her pettiness and just regarded it as a training in military posture.
In her peripheral vision, he was unshakable, and she was fascinated by his bravery, but never dared to look at him directly.
Teaching her how to use a rifle was the most painful thing. She was smart and calm, but the gun was no better than a fire stick in her hand. The flower on the other side of the muddy river was definitely a dream. That was the original reason why Hu Yi threw away the note. I was afraid that the signature of the political department would not be expected for a year or so.
After despair, Hu Yi regarded the task of the political department as a spiritual practice. His attitude changed and his mood suddenly became brighter. Besides, she was pretty in his eyes! If he could see her for a year or two, it would become a pleasure. The more he looked at her, the bluer the sky would be, and the lighter the wind would be. Why would he care whether she was unhappy and looked at him coldly
Now, after standing for another half an hour, Hu Yi still stood straight, but his eyes were tilted towards the hair. His eyes had been tilted for less than three seconds. He didn't understand how she could find out. He closed the documents on the desk with a snap, and his face suddenly turned cold: "What are you looking at? Do you think you can read the documents here!"
"Then why are you looking at me?"
"Self-discipline! These are the two words you should reflect on the most!" Her tone became even harsher.
Hu Yi had no choice but to look straight at the wall again, and said in a low voice: "But there is no writing on the paper?"
There was another clapping sound, louder than before. This was not a clapping of documents, but a slap on the table. He stood up from behind the desk. Although he was angry, a blush of panic flashed across his face: "You..."
"Don't be angry. In fact, you don't need to make excuses. I can accept your retaliation." This is how Hu Yi understood it, and he acted very free and easy.
She felt relieved, but then a sense of loss flashed across her heart, so complicated that she forgot she was still in a daze.
At this moment, someone outside the door suddenly shouted "report", which enabled her to calm down and quickly call in.
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