"I like the front line!" Wang Xiaosan said excitedly, "But I'm a cook. I prefer carrying that fancy machine gun rather than a marching pot." At this point he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "So... I'm not a qualified cook. Uncle Niu said a long time ago that I'm not good at anything. If it weren't for the fact that I still have a conscience, the kitchen team wouldn't have kept me."
"Who is Uncle Niu?"
"He was my old squad leader, and he criticized me a lot. But he was the best squad leader, Officer Song. You must interview him if you have the chance. I can tell you his story now."
Unfortunately, Song Xiaoci had already stopped writing and did not continue to ask. Wang Xiaosan was a little disappointed, but he became happy again: "Do you want to see my fancy machine gun? I'll get it for you now. The gun is..."
"No. Maybe next time."
Squad leader again, why do so many soldiers want to say squad leader? For example, Luo Fugui is obviously the platoon leader, but the young soldier keeps saying he is the squad leader, so stubborn that it is incomprehensible. Song Xiaoci seems very sorry, but still gives Wang Xiaosan a work-like smile; Wang Xiaosan also seems very sorry, and is forced to return a polite smile.
…
She thought Luo Fugui must be the ugliest soldier here, but when she saw this low-key man like a shadow, Song Xiaoci was so frightened by his scarred face that she dared not raise her eyes and tried to look at the tip of her pencil.
"I... have nothing to say."
"Were you... injured in battle?"
"No. I'm... just an unlucky guy. But... I have to feel lucky about it... Have you ever been forced to feel lucky?"
The completely inexplicable question, coupled with his hoarse voice that seemed to have been burned, made Song Xiaoci almost hold the notebook in her hand, and said in a panic, "Uh... I think... you shouldn't... think that appearance..."
"You are not allowed to say that. I just want to make the scars more symmetrical."
…
Song Xiaoci's enthusiasm for interviewing was about to run out when she accidentally discovered a soldier passing by an open space. The uniform was neat and tidy, and he looked young and handsome. There seemed to be a scar on his face, which made him look even more soldierly. Coincidentally, his unique leggings were exactly the same as those of the ninth company commander. After Xu Xiao and Luo Fugui, he was the third person who looked like a typical soldier. If he could be photographed, he could even be used in propaganda newspapers.
"Hello. My name is Ma Liang." Ma Liang, who was stopped by Song Xiaoci, responded with a smile. There was a hint of shyness in that smile, which was just right.
"My last name is Song, Song Xiaoci."
"I know. How can I help you?"
"It's not a favor. It's an interview." Song Xiaoci came to life and opened her broken notebook again.
Ma Liang subconsciously raised his hand and pinched his nose, then looked at the ground and then looked into the distance: "Have you... interviewed our company commander?"
"No."
Ma Liang nodded, and suddenly said: "I can't accept your interview."
"Why?"
"I'm on duty. I'm so sorry."
"Then when will you ..."
"I have to be responsible for the security of the liquor station all day, and I have to sleep with one eye open. Interview others, I have to go check on the post now."
…
Hu Yi returned to his original residence and walked into the wooden house with three beds, only to find that Luo Fugui and Wu Shitou had also moved back. They were not there at the moment, and the house was full of the stench of sweat.
Standing at the door, she looked past the two dirty and messy beds, and the innermost bed was still as clean as when she left. Hu Yi could certainly adapt to the smell of sweat, but at this moment he couldn't tolerate it. This smell obscured everything he wanted to smell!
He slowly walked towards the bed under the inner window and looked at the kettle, shoulder bag and other dusty belongings in his hands. For the first time, he was reluctant to put these things on this tidy bed, and placed them directly on the nearby bed of Luo Fugui. Then he took off his Zhongzheng rifle and hung it carefully on the wall beside the bed. Then he picked up his broken enamel pot on the windowsill, blew away the dust in the pot, held it in his hand and looked at it silently for a long time before putting it back on the windowsill, took off his military cap and began to untie his belt, ready to put off his fatigue.
The door behind him rang. Hu Yi was too lazy to turn around. He continued to unbutton his clothes and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and take Wu Shitou out! Take your beds away, and get me a table."
But there was no response, so I turned around and found that the person who came was not the mule who asked for a kick, but Xiao Hongying who was leaning against the door frame. Her little face was expressionless, and her clear eyes blinked slowly after a long time: "Does your head still hurt?"
Hu Yi didn't even look at Xiao Hongying's eyes, but was staring at the high ponytail that was a bit higher than her head. He was frozen in the action of unbuttoning her clothes, as if he was under a spell.
"Speak! Is it so difficult to talk to me?!"
"Who...did you hear me say I had a headache? That's...an excuse for taking a sick leave."
"Healed?"
At this point, Hu Yi resumed his actions, turned around and stared at the man at the door with his new hairstyle, "I'm not saying... you... shouldn't have a sister?"
This sentence hit the nail on the head. In a blink of an eye, Xiao Hongying didn't know what to do with her two little hands. She started to tear the corners of her clothes out of habit. An extremely shy and happy smile appeared on her originally expressionless little face like melting ice. She was so shy that even her head began to droop. Her ponytail stuck up higher, making Hu Yi dizzy.
"I... do have a long-lost sister. Hehehe..."
The lady’s image was about to be perfect, but the final burst of silly laughter was so sweet that it completely ruined it!
Hu Yi reached into his pocket, took out a boiled egg, and raised his hand: "I seized it from Wang Peng and will give it to you as a gift."
"It's annoying!" Xiao Hongying came in and robbed the eggs without hesitation: "Have you understood the situation?"
Hu Yi sighed, "No. Sister Zhou said that Su Qing's position is special and it's difficult to ask."
"Why do you have to be a spy when you can do anything else! You can't even bother with her! Is your headache because of her?" She shook her ponytail, which she was not used to, and sat on the edge of Hu Yi's bed. "Also, why did you bring back such a troublemaker? Even the regiment commander has become successful this time, sneaking to He Gensheng's haircut! Can we still expect him to return to the regiment?"
Hu Yi smiled helplessly: "That's Dr. Zhou's order, can I stop it?"
"Fox, come with me to the village on the other side for dinner. Sister Erniu is setting her nets right now. We can't even get fish soup at the wine station now!"
"I'm not suitable, am I?"
"What's inappropriate? Aren't you still on sick leave now? Continue to be sick! I'll call you when the time comes."
…
After Xiao Hongying left, Hu Yi felt much better and decided to find something to do, but what else could he do besides cleaning his gun
The Zhongzheng rifle was taken down from the wall again and held horizontally in Hu Yi's hand. On the butt of the rifle were a few inconspicuous and beautiful words: I won. Don't forget.
In Hu Yi's eyes, these words seemed to have infinite magic. From the day he saw these words, he began to dream of continuous gunfire and endless smoke...