Chapter 10 chapter Ten

Early the next morning, two minutes before the wake-up call sounded, the recruit squad leader's alarm clock went off.It was still dark in the barracks. The neighbor on He Xiaoman's right jumped up, stretched his arms to the left at the same time, grabbed the military cap hanging on the upper left, and put it on his head immediately. At the same time, another recruit jumped to the door and pulled light cord.Just when the squad leader of the recruits muttered about how the alarm clock would ring, the lights were brightly lit, and everyone turned their attention to He Xiaoman.We all thought that we would see a hairy head that we took for granted, but everyone was disappointed, or more surprised than seeing the real hairy head: He Xiaoman's head not only had hair growing on it, but also three hairs on each head. .Let me try another description: He Xiaoman's head is a wasteland of hair, or a tropical rainforest of hair.Such unreasonable lushness, such unstoppable abundance, it seems that her thin body needs very limited energy intake, and the remaining energy is given to her hair, and that furious head is the explosion of her life energy.All of us should like or even envy this hair, but we are all a little afraid of this hair. Compared with us, this hair is too different. If you look closely, each strand of it has countless small bends, and each strand is strong and oily. Hey, we don't know how to like things that are too heretical for a while.Finally someone spoke to He Xiaoman's hair: "Hey, is this hair?! How did it grow?!" It was obviously doubtful.The questioner's surname is Lin, and her name is Ding Ding. She came in the middle of recruit training, and she wore a large flower scarf in her new uniform.Childishly, she put her fingertips on He Xiaoman's hair, touched it, then retracted it quickly, and looked at her fingers: "It's not dyed, is it?" safe zone.Lin Dingding went on to say, "I haven't burned it either?" He Xiaoman shook his head.Ding Ding said again: "Why did you grow up like this?" Obviously a little disgusted.

From then on, we have a basic attitude, a slight distaste for He Xiaoman's hair. Later, He Xiaoman told me that when she boarded the westbound train in Shanghai with the chief recruiter and other recruits, only her mother was the one who saw her off.The mother wanted to be a real mother again on the eve of her daughter's long journey.The train departed at night, and mother's seeing off began in the morning, at the luggage storage office of the train station.The mother deposited a small canvas travel bag for her daughter, and then led her to Huaihai Road.There is a small restaurant called "Xiandelai", which is very famous for its pork ribs and rice cakes. There is no room in the restaurant, and most people stand on the road with plates to eat.The mother entertained her daughter on the road.She only bought a meal of rice cakes for Xiaoman to eat, and she held a bowl of soup in one hand and a plate of spicy soy sauce in the other, reminding her daughter from time to time, "Dip some seasonings! Drink some soup!" There is no dining table. , the mother would rather be her daughter's dining table.After lunch, the mother and son went to the park again.In February, when the sun was shining in April, the mother spread out a newspaper on the grass in Fuxing Park and asked her daughter to sit on it, and she would braid her daughter's hair.Xiao Man's hair was difficult to comb, and it hurt so much when her mother combed her, even more painful than when her brother pulled her. The pain brought tears to her eyes.When her father was alive, she was most afraid of her mother combing her hair, and would rather let her father tie her hair into a big bundle with a handkerchief.Ever since she was dragged into her stepfather's house after making a mop oil bottle, she began to miss the pain of her mother combing her hair, but her mother no longer had the time to spend on her hair.When her mother combed her hair, it was like fighting her hair. Wherever there was resistance, there would be suppression. In the end, she subdued all the hair that was constantly fighting, braided it into flowers from the top of the head to the end of the braid, and told her that it was called "wheat ears and flowers". ", also known as "French braid".She asked why it was called a French braid.The mother said softly, and someone else told her.Xiao Man guessed that the "other" was her father.At this moment, the mother was thinking of her biological father. When the mother was alone with Xiao Man, and when she saw Xiao Man's appearance and physical signs survived her biological father, she would miss her weak and kind ex-husband.A large part of her ex-husband lives on Xiao Man!In the sunshine of February, their family was reunited, but Xiaoman's biological father was absent.

"Do you know what your hair is called?" Mother asked suddenly. Daughter does not know. "It's called yarn hair. It's rare for Chinese people to grow this kind of hair." Xiao Man also knows a person with this kind of hair, her good father.My mother said more than once that noble people don't have heavy hair, and such thick and heavy hair only grows on the heads of poor people. The He Xiaoman we see is a skinny recruit who hides his mother's handicraft in his military cap.How do we know that Xiao Man wants to live among us strangers with traces of her mother for as long as possible.For her, the traces of maternal love are very few and light, and the French braid is also a trace. She wants to keep it as long as possible.Two weeks later, the braids still couldn't be maintained. She undid and washed her hair in the partition of the bathroom, but found that it was difficult to remove, and there were knots everywhere.She stuffed her hair like a nuclear explosion mushroom cloud into her military cap, went to the military barber shop next door to borrow a pair of scissors, and cut off all the knots.When we were going to reveal the secrets under her military cap, it was she who had just cut her own hair and cut what she thought was a "Liu Hulan head". In fact, the hair style is closer to the Sphinx of the Sphinx .

It wasn't until I saw He Xiaoman again in the 1990s and learned about her from childhood to adolescence that I realized how she fell in love with fever.Perhaps Xiao Man is the one among us female soldiers who envies and envies Lin Dingding the most.Ding Ding is loved by many people because she suffers from various minor illnesses one after another.We also love to spread jokes about Tintin's minor illnesses. For example, she said that her cough was much better, but there were a lot of "eggs" (Shanghai dialect "phlegm" and "eggs" are homophonic), and she was told to eat more fruits when she was sick. "Zi" (orange) has many vitamins, but it is easy to produce eggs (phlegm).Often two little white hands are holding the stomach, which means that the stomach is hurting again. When asked, she would say in 70% Shanghai dialect and 30% Mandarin: "This stomach is bloated like a ball!" We went to the army to perform and have a reception banquet If someone eats something delicious, they will be warned: "Be careful that this stomach swells into a ball!" Lin Dingding's illnesses are not serious, but they are all real diseases. Once her stomach swells into a ball, people will Seeing her stomach soothed and chewed crisply into peanuts.One time her solo was about to start, and the stomach pain came again. The hygienist didn't have acupuncture needles at the time, so they used two thick pins to penetrate deep into her tiger's mouth. At that moment, everyone hurt her to death.Especially Liu Feng, who hurt her so much that her stomach turned into water.This is what we speculated in retrospect after the touch event broke out.

The one who envies Tintin the most at the moment is He Xiaoman.Her longing for illness has been around for a long time.Ever since her father committed suicide, she hadn't been anyone's favorite girl, only briefly loved by her mother when she was ill.She watched us surround Lin Dingding like a blockhouse, and she herself was also a brick of the blockhouse. Lin Dingding was the apple of the eye of the regiment leaders at this moment. On the way to a troop performance, He Xiaoman got his wish and got a fever.The guest house in the county where we stayed was dark and cold. The hygienist took the thermometer out of her mouth, and the following famous conversation began.

He Xiaoman: "How much?" Hygienist: "I don't know..." He Xiaoman: "Then take a look!" "Can't see clearly!" He Xiaoman: "If you don't watch it, it will be cool!" Neither the hygienist nor we understand what "cold" is. The hygienist walked out the door with a thermometer.He Xiaoman cried out anxiously. He Xiaoman: "Hey, what are you doing out there?!" Sanitation worker: "This damn place doesn't generate electricity during the day, so I can't see clearly from the house!" He Xiaoman: "You can't go out!..."

The hygienist was speechless and stood at the door in a daze. He Xiaoman: "Won't the thermometer be colder after going out?" We were taking a nap at the time, woken up by her stupid words, and laughed again.She is really ignorant about medicine and medical equipment. We said, do you think the thermometer is like a steamed bun, and it will cool down when it comes out of the cage? The hygienist came back from the house and reported that He Xiaoman's temperature was thirty-nine degrees six.He Xiaoman was still regretful, saying that it must be higher in the room. The reason we forgave her that time was because we all thought that a head that was burned to 39 degrees 6 must be dizzy, and we should not be serious about it.That night, Xiao Man got up staggeringly, and floated to the backstage like a ghost, planning to dress up and participate in the performance.We have a limited number of people in the troop performance, and there is no shortage of Xiaoman for a large-scale group dance. This is the reason why the leader approved Xiaoman's invitation to fight.The leader also arranged us female soldiers to comb her hair, make up, and put on clothes for her.During those two days, He Xiaoman was sweating profusely from the high fever and the antipyretics. Her body and hair were hot, and her whole body was rotten.Some of us said: "Uncover a basket of steamed buns with small bases with the cooking class!"

"What?" Xiao Hao said, and she was combing He Xiaoman's sticky hair: "I forgot to put alkali at all!" We all laughed nasty.He Xiaoman also laughed along with us, a little unable to stop laughing, but at this time, if she doesn't uglify herself with everyone, she will be very isolated.In any case, that time she was served by us in a hurry, laughing and cursing, and became the apple of the head of the regiment for a while.At the performance summary meeting that night, the deputy director mentioned He Xiaoman's name, and said that if Comrade Xiao He hadn't walked into the dressing room top-heavy on his own initiative, the skylight would really have to be opened for that large dance formation.The deputy head called on everyone to applaud Comrade Xiao He who "could not leave the line of fire with minor injuries".He Xiaoman's eyes were red.She could tell that the applause was mostly sincere.

At that time, we had not openly discriminated against her, and we were still gradually discovering the unreasonableness towards her.For example, she hides half of her meal and eats the other half after hiding from people; for example, she would lick and wrap a small piece of Yuanxiao stuffing (because there were no candies in Chengdu back then, we were so addicted to sugar that we had to buy Yuanxiao stuffing) Eat it as sesame candy), wait until the lights are off and then lick it; another example is that she puts newspapers in the military cap to increase the height of the military cap to grow taller, etc. We don’t really regard problems like this as problems, female soldiers This kind of glitch is too common here.

One of the events that gave us a major escalation in our discrimination against her happened this way: a bra was hanging on the clothesline in the yard that day, also covered as usual under a shirt.We were very shameless at the time, and we ambiguously dealt with such issues as the differences between men and women, so we never publicly aired the private underwear that covered our "differences".It was windy that day, and when the fig leaf shirt was blown off, the bra covered by it danced naked in the wind.We had just finished our political studies, and like a herd of colt-crazed colts, galloping out the door with the momentum of flattening everything, they all stopped suddenly.The bra not only danced bravely in the strong wind, but also exposed the yellow sponge stuffed in the two semicircular depressions.We glanced again and found that the two sponges were used for bathing, and they probably once bathed. They were dug out into two round pieces, and then nailed to the nipples with thick needles and hemp thread, which looked extremely shabby.Today, decades later, breast enhancement advertisements can be seen everywhere, and what you want to stuff is directly stuffed into the flesh.But who dared to enlarge breasts in those years?And the material is too cheap, the craftsmanship is too rough, and the yearning is too shameless.We looked at each other at the same time, and we knew from the height of our eyes that everyone wanted to see clearly whose breasts were sponge.We shrunk our bodies and blushed at the same time. This shameless yearning made us all feel guilty and insecure.

This blush can be seen more clearly today.That crudely stuffed spongy nipple is just a performance of what each of us women subconsciously yearns for.Thinking deeper, it is not just the subconsciousness of a group of female soldiers in our 208 years, but the collective subconsciousness formed by women over tens of thousands of years.For tens of thousands of years, human beings have longed for and dreamed of women's allure, fertility, and nurturing power. Breasts are symbols and totems, thus forming the ancient collective subconsciousness of women.The pride and narcissism of breasts, after tens of thousands of years of subconscious inheritance, finally reached the hearts of our group of female soldiers in Mood for Love, and was consciously denied by us.And our secret yearning was betrayed by such a crude sponge in broad daylight!The male soldiers winked, and the owners of the bras betrayed our secret yearnings to them. Who among us whispered, put it away, shame on it!Hao Shuwen refused to accept it, and warned: "Whoever touches it belongs to it!" Instead, she picked up the shirt that was blown away by the wind and covered it up, meaning to protect the crime scene.She winked at the female soldiers present, and everyone followed her into the small rehearsal hall calmly.It is here for the chorus and band to rehearse, and a grand piano in the corner is our conference table.Standing around the piano, many people laughed.The laugh of being speechless at the absurdity of things, the laugh of pity at the wishful thinking of being shameless, and the laugh that makes us laugh simply because the bra is so bad, so ridiculously bad.Hao Shuwen started to tell us to be serious, but soon she became the one who laughed the most among us, and she fell down on the keys of the piano, laughing with the sound of the piano.After laughing, we unanimously passed Xiaohao's proposal, and the owner of the bra must be taken down tonight.From the size of shirts and bras, we narrowed our investigation down to the female dancers. Next, Hao Shuwen set up a secret whistle in the dormitory with the window facing the front yard to see who would collect the shirt and the obscene "deeds" under it.It's time for dinner, and someone will prepare meals for the guards.Evening rehearsals, those who have no program to rehearse stick to the sentry post.It was almost time to turn off the lights, and the shirt and the "job" it covered became a lonely flag in the street lights. When the wind weakened, they were tired of dancing.Presumably the owners of the shirts and bras know the ambush we've set and would rather abandon them than expose themselves.But some people think it is impossible. Each soldier has two shirts in total, and one is issued for winter and summer, but the old must be traded in for the new. Abandoning a shirt is a permanent abandonment. It is impossible to change and wash. change shirt? It was past eleven o'clock, and the ambush night whistle was also sleepy, but the prey still did not appear.The night sentinel woke Hao Shuwen up, saying forget it, because someone might leak the secret, this guy would rather die than fall into the trap.Xiao Hao hummed angrily, expressing his approval.The night sentinel was about to exit the door of our dormitory when someone walked softly into the corridor.The wooden floor of the corridor is the same as that of the other houses. It is very old, seventy or eighty years old, so it is connected with the floor of all the rooms. As long as someone comes in from the corridor, the floor of all the rooms will have a slight nerve induction. "Sentry" stretched his head to look in the corridor, and saw a thin, tiptoe figure moving in the dimness. "Sentry" roared: "Don't move!" It took Hao Shuwen only half a second to get from the bed to the corridor with the standard emergency assembly action.At the same time, the lights in the corridor were turned on by the sentries, and in the cloudy light wrapped in dust and cobwebs, He Xiaoman had already walked to the door of their dormitory with the shirt in his hand.Xiao Hao immediately restored the young chief who took over the army back then, majestic and kind: "Wait a minute!" He Xiaoman waited.Hao Shuwen shook her head at the sentinel beside her.Of course the sentinel understood what the "chief" wanted her to do.She ran up and handed over He Xiaoman's shirt, but she immediately turned her head ignorantly, looking at Hao Shuwen who was following closely in her pajamas.The shirt was that, yes, but that didn't matter, what mattered was the nasty "deed" it was covering!To take down the perpetrator, you must have all the stolen goods, and now the scam is gone!Hao Shuwen took the shirt from the "sentinel" and searched it calmly, and the interrogation began at the same time. "It's so late, where did you go?" "To the restroom." "Do you usually wake up at night?" "sometimes……" Everyone knows that there are usually three basins under the bed of female soldiers, and the division of labor between the three basins is very clear. The largest one washes feet and wipes the body, the second largest washes the face, and the smallest one occasionally gets up at night to make a bedpan.Unless you have diarrhea, very few people go across the yard to the public toilet in the middle of the night. "It's quite courageous." He Xiaoman had no trouble recognizing the puns in the interrogator's words.At that time, rumors that Hao Shuwen was going to be the captain of the female dance team had spread, and He Xiaoman stood at attention in front of her future immediate boss. "Is this shirt yours?" "……Ok." "It rained in the evening and everyone took back the clothes that were drying outside, why did you confiscate them?" "Forgot. I just saw it when I came back from the toilet." "What about your usual good memory? You keep half of the steamed stuffed bun hidden away and remember to finish eating it at night." He Xiaoman didn't even dare to rest. A sinister smile appeared on Hao Shuwen's upright and beautiful face. "Where did that thing go?" "what?" "What you hide, you know." "I didn't hide anything." "If you are willing to do it, you must have the courage to admit it." "Admit what?" "Admit what, how do I know?" "..." "Hey, what about you!" "..." Hao Shuwen pointed to the shirt: "What are you hiding under this shirt?" "……what?" "Nonsense! You admit what you're hiding!" Xiao Hao laughed angrily at her. The doors on both sides of the corridor were open, and the gap gradually widened. The interrogation stalled.Hao Shuwen had to start all over again. "Did you burn that thing?" "..." "You burned something hidden under your shirt?" "...Who burned it?" "Oh, it didn't burn. Where did it go?" "..." "Everyone has seen it, ah." He Xiaoman's tears flowed down, it could be seen as the tears of being wronged, or it could be seen as the tears of being chased and beaten and about to collapse and begging for mercy.Xiao Man looked forward, but not at the future team leader in front of her.Her gaze pierced a hole in Hao Shuwen's body, looking for a way out to escape.Suppose she can come to a "time-travel" that is now fashionable, travel through decades, and come to Wangfujing, Beijing in the 21st century, even if she runs away, she can't find a non-padded bra.If her newly sold bra is brought here, no one will dare to recognize it, is it also called a bra? !What a poor thing that is!Stuffed with two yellow bath sponges, stuffed with Xiaoman's dissatisfaction with her body, stuffed with the most daring cheating on self-improvement.How can she admit such cheating?Wouldn't it be cruel to ask her to admit it?Hao Shuwen is too cruel, you have such plump breasts, of course you suppress the poor guy who cheats on your breasts!He Xiaoman's gaze pierced a hole in Hao Shuwen's perfect chest, and then pierced a hole in the wall at the end of the corridor behind Xiao Hao, but she still couldn't find a way out.The tears turned into beads, but she just didn't bow her head and plead guilty. "Several of us have seen it." A certain female soldier inside the door stood on the witness stand. "The men saw it! They were all laughing!" The witness was very sad and indignant. The female soldiers inside the door and the three people in the corridor formed a trial court.Hao Shuwen spoke again. "After doing that kind of thing, you still have to lie." "I'm not lying." "Did she lie?" Hao Shuwen glanced at the doors on both sides of the corridor. "Damn it!" the jury said in unison. "Ask you again, have you lied?" In the silence, He Xiaoman's tears dried up. "I'm asking you." "I'm not lying!..." He Xiaoman suddenly roared.There was a turbulence on a chilly autumn night. Hao Shuwen was momentarily shocked by this cry.Everyone heard "Cenaniang" from this roar!He heard the dirty words in the alley that were dirtier than this, and heard her use this sentence to scold the mountain gate and the street.This little mouse has always been evasive and quiet, and never knew she could bark!I never knew there was such a cry hidden somewhere in her body! "I'm not lying, what's your name?!" He Xiaoman continued to look ahead. "If you have the desire to do something, you must admit it! Lying and denying..." A howl interrupted Hao Shuwen.He Xiaoman's wordless cry is even more frightening. In an instant, you suspect that she has degenerated from a human to an ape. The cry is extremely shrill, and the breath is so long. The body of 1.58 meters is used as a flute, and the frequency is extremely high. Unbelievable, from this you get a proof that it is her shortness that makes her make such a shrill sound, think about it, crickets, grasshoppers, golden bells and the like.Hao Shuwen called her stupid.We were all dumbfounded: what does she mean without a single word?Later, I learned about her life experience, and felt that this wordless howl started to play many years ago, and it started to be lucky many years ago. When her father committed suicide, or when her younger brother grabbed her braid and said, "Why is the braid so thick?" , It’s obviously a pig shit peg”, or maybe when her mother saw through the black-stained red sweater and how the two pompoms made breast enhancement materials and gave her two slaps... When He Xiaoman screamed, her face was purple, but Yintang was blue and white, and the triangle area from her nose to her mouth was also blue, but her eyes still passed through Hao Shuwen; Wear it as pajamas, flesh pink, it should be red in the first place, because it has been washed in too much water, it sticks to the body like a piece of boiled wonton wrapper.Imagine that Xiao Hao's undefended body at night is right there, those outlines, that fullness, her father, the artillery commander, and the military doctor mother gave her this body, and the support behind that body.As long as Hao Shuwen exists in this world, it will be cruel to He Xiaoman.A celestial body like Xiao Hao and a breast enhancement trick like He Xiaoman, of course one must be exposed, and the other must be screamed. The female soldiers' discrimination against He Xiaoman spread quickly, and the male soldiers were soon infected.I still remember the severe fever in the summer of 1976.In the inhuman heat on the eve of the great change, a new dance was rehearsed for the "August 1" Festival: the Red Army flew across the Jinsha River.The climax of the dance is that all the male dancers lift up the female dancers. The female dancers kneel on the shoulders of the male dancers with one leg and stretch the other leg into the air.Everyone was showered with their own sweat, and the wet floor seemed to be sweating too.He Xiaoman, who usually sweats a lot, looks oily, like a wax figure, melting from head to toe.It’s almost time for lifting, the music on the tape recorder is getting more and more sensational, the snare drums and brass pipes are going crazy together, the female dancers are acting up, and the male dancers are taking advantage of the situation to hold their waists and do a half-twist. Palm lightly" danced to the male soldier's arm, and the tape recorder suddenly went dumb.Choreographer Mr. Yang stood up from the wicker chair he was sitting on, and we all saw a wet buttock mark on the wicker chair seat.Teacher Yang asked what happened to the male dancer who partnered with He Xiaoman.This is a Beijing soldier, named Zhu Ke, who has been in trouble for three years and changed jobs. He replied to Teacher Yang that he was fine.Teacher Yang wiped the sweat with a towel in one hand, and waved a half of a cigarette in the other hand, explaining the essentials of lifting movements in detail, and the soot floated on our sweat.Then he said to everyone: "I know everyone is hot, but please don't hate me, hate the person who made you do it again." He shoved the cigarette butt back into the corner of his mouth as he went back to the wicker chair and sat down on the wet mark of his buttocks.The person operating the tape recorder pressed the power button, the music started to soar again, and Teacher Yang shouted: "Start!" We got up again and repeated the routine, but the music stopped again.Teacher Yang threw the cigarette butt out of the window behind his head, pointing at Zhu Ke and He Xiaoman. "What's going on with you two?!" He Xiaoman looked at Teacher Yang, who was smoking green smoke, and then at Zhu Ke. "I can't lift it," said Zhu Ke. Zhu Ke has been changing jobs for three years. Instead of practicing kung fu well, he practices bodybuilding all day long. One stop there is a statue of acupuncture and moxibustion texture. Teacher Yang looked at him for a while and said, "If you make such a fuss, I won't let you change jobs." Zhu Ke said, "What's wrong with me? I've got a stomachache, I'm bored, and I'm broken by someone else." His jaw was crooked, implying that he was on strike for the good of He Xiaoman. Teacher Yang said: "It's okay if you can't lift it, but at least do it once." Let’s do it again, get up, hold your waist... Teacher Yang stood up awkwardly. The rattan chair is small, but Teacher Yang is big. It is because of the elasticity of the rattan that the huge buttocks are squeezed between the two armrests. Now He got up too quickly, and the sweat and air humidity soaked him and the wicker chair, so he took a few steps towards Zhu Ke, and the two armrests of the wicker chair were still clamped on his buttocks. Teacher Yang walked up to Zhu Ke, clamped his rattan chair, and then fell with a bang and fell to the floor.Only then did Teacher Yang realize the embarrassment just now, and turned around and kicked the wicker chair.The floor was lubricated by our sweat, and the wicker chair slid towards the wall along the slippery force, was hit by the wall again, and bounced back a foot away. We all know why Teacher Yang is in such a hurry.Zhu Ke roughly did the prescribed movements just now, but he did what he did and had nothing to do with He Xiaoman, and his hands were several feet away from He Xiaoman's body. Teacher Yang asked everyone to rest where they were, and dispatched Zhu Ke and He Xiaoman to the center of the hall alone.Fat and tall Teacher Yang suffers the most in this weather, and he is angry for no reason. At this moment, he is so angry that he clenched his fists and raised his elbows.We figured it was because his armpit was full of sweat, and lifting the copper hammer in that way could allow some air to circulate in the armpit. "Zhu Ke, do it ten times for me! If you can't lift it, it's fine, but you don't allow any other moves! Xiao He, get ready... let's go!" Zhu Ke squatted down, holding his head between his hands. "What on earth do you want to do?!" Teacher Yang stood in front of Zhu Ke, his voice was almost suppressed, only the hissing sound between his teeth, the hissing sound of the rattlesnake before launching a fatal attack. Zhu Ke raised his painful face to Teacher Yang: "Mr. Yang, please do me a favor and change someone." Teacher Yang didn't understand.Although we were confused, we still understood what Zhu Ke meant. Mr. Yang was forty-five years old at the time, and he was the No. 1 dance authority in our troupe. His talent in creating and choreographing dances made us often ignore his weight.He turned to He Xiaoman, "Who did Zhu Ke say to change?" He Xiaoman didn't speak, as if he didn't hear Teacher Yang's question at all. Zhu Ke spoke again and said, "You can try lifting her up with someone else." Teacher Yang called the name of another male dancer and asked him to switch places with Zhu Ke.This one simply refused Teacher Yang's scheduling with a smile. Teacher Yang: "What's the matter with you, huh?!" The rattlesnake in Teacher Yang's voice hissed again and threatened to attack. Zhu Ke stood up, and the pain on his face deepened: "Is your old sense of smell okay? Can't you smell it?" Teacher Yang stared at Zhu Ke.The male soldiers started snickering. Zhu Ke pointed to He Xiaoman: "Let me lift her up? How unhygienic! You can smell it yourself, she is completely rotten!" There was a moment of silence in the hall, followed by bursts of laughter. Teacher Yang called us "Quiet", several times, we were quiet, and he said: "It's outrageous! How can you say that about your comrades?! She's still a lesbian!" A male soldier said strangely: "Comrade Zhu Ke loves hygiene. Teacher Yang forgives him." During the whole time, He Xiaoman just looked at the wall in front of him like that, more outside than anyone else.The meaning seems to be, you should discuss it carefully, there will always be a result after the discussion, and I don't care what the result is. The male soldiers understood Zhu Ke very well.How young we were then, who didn't have a youthful worm throbbing in their bodies?Who wouldn't be tickled by that bug?Once the youth bug in our body is tightly arched, even an eye contact between a man and a woman is good.Everything can be in the name of touch. When borrowing a bicycle, the fingers handing over the key stay in the palm of the other party for a while, which is a kind of lingering.Male soldiers are usually not allowed to touch female soldiers casually, and the touching has a proper name.Now it’s finally come to a legitimate title, under the well-known title of "Persisting in rehearsals despite the scorching heat", not only can you touch, but you can also hug!The hands openly hugged the soft and slender waist of the girl, and those slender waists also belonged to them for a short time at that moment. The worm in our body finally straightened, and finally announced the legitimate meaning of its existence: Isn’t it Can you be young?Isn't a group of vigorous and immature animals like us youth itself?And how many sins does youth itself offset!With such a legitimate name, how much lingering love can be smuggled into the embrace of justice?Teacher Yang has done a lot of good deeds to design this lift for us, and we can finally enjoy the momentary body lingering for selfish reasons. Zhu Ke found out that the lingering object sent to him was He Xiaoman.Holding He Xiaoman is worse than not having one.He would rather give up this rare opportunity to hug. Teacher Yang said, "Then tell me, Zhu Ke, would you be willing to lift it with someone else?" Zhu Ke didn't speak, but he meant: that's okay, anyone can be replaced. Teacher Yang raised his head and scanned all of us, but no one's eyes met his.Just then, He Xiaoman's new partner appeared.A man came out from the tail of the male dancers, walked up to He Xiaoman, and said, "Mr. Yang, let me change places with Zhu Ke." Liu Feng.Our good Liu Feng.Every time the wicked guys ate stuffed buns, Liu Feng would put the empty buns in his bowl.He put his hands lightly on He Xiaoman's waist, waiting for Teacher Yang to give the "start" command. But Teacher Yang didn't move.Maybe what we did to He Xiaoman shocked him, maybe Liu Feng's kindness moved him.We don't think Liu Feng's behavior is unexpected, usually Liu Feng rushes to do the dirty work, and He Xiaoman is nothing more than Liu Feng's dirty work.Hasn't Liu Feng done too many good people and good deeds for everyone?This is another good thing for everyone.Teacher Yang seemed exhausted by this strange incident, and suddenly left us exhausted, and walked out of the rehearsal hall with his head down.When he got to the door, he remembered that we hadn't been settled yet, so he turned around and said, "Disband." Someone asked why they were disbanded.Teacher Yang walked out without looking back, and said, "Do whatever you like." In this kind of poisonous fever, we don't like to do anything, the last thing we like to do is to rehearse this large-scale group dance with violent movements.Everyone dispersed within half a minute, only Liu Feng and He Xiaoman remained.Because Liu Feng said to He Xiaoman: "We practice a few times, and we will be familiar with it next time." The female soldiers walked towards the gate, intending to intercept a tricycle selling popsicles.The female soldiers always dragged the popsicle seller into the yard, and then sold out the cartload of popsicles.From the window of the rehearsal hall, Liu Feng could be seen lifting He Xiaoman up.One wall of the rehearsal hall is composed of eight pieces of mirrors. The mirrors are defective products. When they are slightly distanced, the human figures are reflected in ripples.The shortest pair of men and women in the dance team walked out of shape in a mess in the mirror, but they were very well matched.On the second day of rehearsal, Liu Feng and He Xiaoman danced in tacit harmony, and Teacher Yang invited them out of the queue to demonstrate to everyone. At the end of the demonstration, Teacher Yang seemed to want to test us: "How did they dance just now?" We all said, good good. "What does this mean?" No one could answer. "It shows that only the two of them have maintained the fine traditions of our team; our regiment has been tested by the flames of war!" Teacher Yang pushed us into a hurry and forced us to make such rhetoric.Teacher Yang and "Baizhuan" are separated by a dotted line. He often tells us not to put on a high posture, because we can't kick our legs up, and the high posture is empty.Teacher Yang has endless rhetoric today. "In the self-defense counterattack on the Sino-Indian border, it was our team that sent the performance to the front line. The spirit of our team is: one is not afraid of hardship, and the other is not afraid of death!..." "Three is not afraid of smell." Zhu Ke added in a low voice. "Aren't you afraid of suffering and death, are you still afraid of smell?" This is what the male soldiers added after the rehearsal that day.At that time, they took a cold shower in the water room, and they added it after Liu Feng finished washing.When the male soldiers took a cold shower, they asked Liu Feng: "The taste is so bad, but how does it feel to hold it in your hand?" Liu Feng's answer was: "Vulgar taste." Later, there was a touch incident, and the male soldiers said behind their backs: "It's just low-level and no fun-he wants to touch even such a bad person." After the criticism meeting was over, Liu Feng was sent down to the grassroots.It was the late summer of 1977.