Chapter 2 1-5

The sun in the south in early September is still hot.I lay down on the hot sand, tightly held the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in my hand, and aimed at the breast ring target 100 meters ahead. The target stood in a vegetable field, shaking slightly in the wind.There are some dilapidated small bungalows in the distance.Looking at this vegetable field without poetry or beauty, I can't help but miss the golden rape blossoms in the blue sky in the spring in my hometown.On the contrary, those targets, swaying and low-backed, have a certain charm, just like the beauties looking forward to on the catwalk.It's a pity that they can only be independent among those stupid and short Chinese cabbages, enjoying themselves alone.If you can move the rapeseed flowers that stretch for several miles in your hometown, and match them together, snuggle and caress in the wind, and whisper to each other, how pleasing it will be!

In this way, I was dreaming in a hot early autumn sun.The reason why I want to go wild is because this kind of training is too lacking in aesthetic rhythm.A man with such a god-given good mind is in danger of being dulled by thinking at such a time.In order to prevent a great man who is about to appear in the history of Chinese literature or thought from being strangled in the cradle, I have the responsibility and obligation to maintain the independence, flexibility and penetrating power of thinking at all times. It is undeniable that military training is a very boring and even inhumane thing, but those of us who were born during the Cultural Revolution have been contaminated with a lot of revolutionary pride and romanticism, so military training is not a completely uninteresting thing .Like many of my peers, for a long time in my teenage years, I had fantasized about putting on a green military uniform and exporting the revolution, with gunfire and corpses strewn all over the sky, to overthrow the US imperialists and Soviet revisionists, and to bring down the banner of communism. Insert all over the world.At that time, I didn't think that if there was a real fight, I would soon be one of the dead bodies in the field, but I was just fascinated by the fantasy of driving a Type 59 tank through layers of snow, in the dense It's just the pleasure of walking through the thick fog of the white birch forest.The reason why I did not join the army after I went to college was entirely because of the degeneration of my lazy thoughts after seeing the real situation of the dying capitalist and decadent civilization.

We were lying on a dirt road.The road is wide, but construction has not yet been completed.According to an old military map from the 1950s, it turned out to be a large lake extending to Qinjiatai a few miles to the north.After the 1950s, it was filled up year by year, and in 1991, the year we went to college, it had already filled up the place where we lay on our stomachs.On the south side of the road, there is only a small part of Xinghua Lake that was so vast in the past, which can only be regarded as a "lake". In fact, it may be more accurate to say that it is a larger pond.I heard that Nanchu University is going to build a road here to connect the main campus with Yanjiang Avenue.But it's not fixed yet.In order for our freshmen to conduct military training, a layer of river sand was first laid out as a military training ground.Someone joked: We are really "autumn soldiers on the battlefield" now.

This is the time when the autumn tiger is raging, the sun is like a big iron, plowing over and over on the back, and the sand under the body is not idle, and the heat it absorbs is passed on to me without hesitation.I'm like a big pot post, already limp and powerless, sweating profusely all over my body.The sweat on my forehead pooled into columns and flowed into my eyes, blurring the target in my eyes. I wiped my eyes with the back of my sweaty hand, took a breath, and turned to look at the comrades beside me.It was found that many people's backs were drenched in sweat, and some people's military uniforms were wet and dry, leaving a circle of white salt marks.I touched both sides of my forehead subconsciously, and also touched a handful of salt.

Because I am the squad leader of Class 3 in 4 companies, so in our class, my position is on the farthest side.Immediately to my right is Chen Qiwei.He was already very impatient, he lifted his military cap on his head, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and took a few heavy breaths.He saw me turn my head and said: "Damn it, I've been lying here all morning on such a hot day, and I can't even drink a sip of water." At this moment, there was a commotion in the distance, and someone shouted: "Water is coming, water is coming!" Many people sat up one after another and looked towards the direction of the water tanker, taking the opportunity to relax their muscles and bones.The military training instructor Tian platoon leader scolded: "What are you doing! Get down on the ground! Keep aiming!"

After a burst of faint complaints and sighs, the poor fellows lay crookedly down again. I know why everyone is complaining.This is not only because you can't be lazy and move around, but also because you can better observe the girls delivering water while sitting down, but it is inconvenient and easier for others to notice when you lie down. I get angry when I mention those girls who brought water.Why do we finish training in formation and tactics here, practice tactics and practice shooting guns, and we are so tired all day long, while the few of them can have a good rest and wander around, just spend half an hour in the morning and afternoon to deliver water, It's so embarrassing to euphemistically call it "serving the students"!In fact, it was the janitors who really served us. It was really hard for them to pedal the bike.These girls are of course student cadres.And these student cadres take turns to do this good job, so we often meet different people every time.Except for a beautiful woman who appeared five days ago, the female cadres who appeared at other times are all mediocre, polluting our eyes, which is especially infuriating.Either you are like other ordinary girls, work harder and train with us normally; or you are more beautiful, so that everyone can look good and maintain a happy mood when they are resting.Not only enjoying privileges, but also not pleasing the public, she only invests but does not produce, such a girl is really a crime to be punished.

A thousand-mile horse often exists, but Bole does not.Ugly women are common, but beautiful women are rare.It doesn't happen often, but it does happen eventually.Since there is, and it has appeared before, it is worth looking forward to.Therefore, in our long and boring military training life every day, waiting for the water tanker is a very important psychological support factor.For the suspense, it is worth sitting up and watching at the risk of being kicked by the platoon leader. Now, although everyone is forced to get down again under the tyrannical power of the platoon leader, they are already in Cao Ying and their hearts are in Han.Chen Qiwei said to me furtively: "Geng Xiao, you have good eyesight, let's see if your level is high today."

I turned my head and looked to the left, observing the approaching waterwheel team from afar.I observed it intently for a while, then turned to Chen Qiwei and said, "It seems to be that pretty girl who came here five days ago." "Really?" Chen Qiwei became excited.The password was passed down quickly, and the brothers in the 4th Company of the Chinese Department soon knew it.Everyone was gearing up and whispering to each other. It was as if a group of flies had suddenly appeared on the battlefield, buzzing and buzzing. At this time, company commander Wei came over and ordered our 4th company to stand up collectively, then form a circle with the squad as a unit, and sit down to rest.After everyone sat down, they saluted the waterwheel shop together.The people from the 1st company and the 2nd company over there were already jubilant, and everyone swarmed up to grab water.And the few girls who delivered water were surrounded at the core, completely invisible.

The water truck was coming towards us, and I tried my best to use my 1.5 eyes to search for the female cadres who were escorting the truck.At this time, my position is equivalent to the forward artillery observation post. Once a valuable target is established, I can call the rear artillery to conduct accurate focused fire.Finally, I can see clearly that the three girls escorting the car today, one is fatter, the other is thinner, and the other is slender, with fair skin, bright eyes and bright teeth.She is indeed the beauty who came five days ago! The appearance of beautiful women greatly encouraged the enthusiasm of satyrs.Among all the people in our dormitory, the sixth son Jin Ziguang and the fourth poet Wang Shao are the most energetic.In order to get close to the beauty, Jin Ziguang drank four glasses of water in a row, and by the way, went back and forth four times around the beauty.After he came back, he smacked his lips and said, "Ge Laozi, my little girl's skin is so tender, it's as if you can squeeze water!" Wang Shao was very disdainful of Jin Ziguang's anxious appearance. He only wanted a glass of water, but Holding the cup and wandering slowly beside the waterwheel for a long time, the pair of eyes full of wisdom and poetry behind the lens of the depth glasses kept circling on the beautiful woman.We asked him why he didn't go up to strike up a conversation, and he said that beauty should be appreciated from a certain distance to have a taste.It's not beautiful if you get too close.

When Jin Ziguang introduced himself at the classmate meeting, he said: "My name is Jin Ziguang. I am gold and always shine!" But within a week, due to the homonym in the southern dialect, this sentence was passed down by us as "It's sperm, it will always shine", so Jin Ziguang has gained the nickname of "sperm" as a matter of course.Jin Ziguang was not at all surprised by this result. He shook his head while smiling wryly, scolded a few words "the ancestors are strict", and then said that he had this nickname when he was in middle school, and it seems that he will not be able to escape it in this life .When he said this, he seemed to have a bit of resentment towards his father who was a primary school teacher. The old man was too careless when he named him.However, with the development of time, we found that this nickname did not wrong Jin Ziguang, and his hormones were indeed secreted much more than ordinary people.He often launches attacks on girls he has just met, although these attacks are often unsuccessful.

On the first day we met, Wang Shao disclosed to us his ten-year love affair with poetry, and recited a song "Winter" composed by himself at the sleep meeting.He recited with eloquence and melancholy, but unfortunately his Cantonese Mandarin was so slow that none of us could understand it and it hurt our ears.Everyone couldn't bear it anymore, and finally strongly urged him to read it again in pure Cantonese.Although we couldn't hear what he wrote in his favorite song "Winter" in the end, we were all impressed by his performance when he recited it.He has protruding cheekbones and thick bones. He should have been a mighty Huang Feihong-style Guangdong martial artist who sells dog skin plasters, but unfortunately he is tender and tender, with sad eyes, soft voice, and often angry voices. Emotional fluctuations stretched forward, swaying slightly from side to side, swaying, swaying, swaying, and the eyes became more and more misty.Finally, when he reached the critical point, he stretched out his bare arms to the sky, like a drowning man grabbing for a life-saving straw, the veins on his arms popped up, "Alas———~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~" A beautiful and long sigh, and then the hand hangs down slowly and powerlessly, drawing a beautiful rainbow in the air, and finally hangs down on the edge of the bed, coupled with his expression of wanting to be immortal, I immediately fell in love with it. Thinking of the famous Western painting "The Death of Marat", I can't help feeling horrified. Wang Shao's recitation made everyone silent for ten seconds.After we regained our ability to think, we agreed that Wang Shao should not be called Wang Shao, but Wang Sao.His poetry performance is too sensual, which seriously pollutes our pure and young hearts. For this reason, we ask Wang Sao to greet everyone in advance before reciting poetry, so that everyone can be mentally prepared to avoid unreasonable disasters. .Wang Sao was very shocked by this evaluation of his emotional recitation, and was deeply saddened that he had fallen into such a vulgar dormitory with no poetry at all. The mysterious water-delivering beauty never appeared again in the next few days.Everyone began to miss her.Like many boys who have a crush on her, I just miss her with a fantasy attitude, and I didn't expect that I would really have the opportunity to have substantive contact and interaction with her.But luck came suddenly. Our whole class plans to hold a bonfire party, and the day is set to be the day after the end of the military training.On this day, our group of boys went to collect firewood together after dinner.Our school is located at the foot of the scenic Luopan Mountain.This mountain is not too high, but the ancient trees are uneven and the weather is gloomy.Walking into the mountains, without going too deep, you can find many dead trees and branches.I took everyone to the place I was optimistic about in advance, and picked them up randomly.I flew up and kicked down a dead tree trunk.This dead tree became our core fuel for the night.Soon, more than a dozen of us boys and girls each dragged a bundle of dry firewood down the mountain. We dragged Chai to the sand where we had been training some time ago.Everyone looked at the firewood piled up like a mountain and said, did we collect too much firewood today?Enough to burn for days.Jin Ziguang said: "It doesn't matter, let's make the fire bigger!" He rubbed his hands excitedly, and said: "This is really dry wood!" The party has begun.Programs follow one another.The hostess Ling Yufei is our class flower and also the department flower of the Chinese Department.It's only been a month since we enrolled in class 91, and Ling Yufei's reputation is well known in the entire department.Although the top grades and the beasts in the same grade frequently flattered her, Ling Mei was not moved at all.Just as famous as her beauty was her indifference.People who admire her call her "the goddess of the glacier" behind her back, while those with sour grapes say she is frigid.She is indeed worthy of the word "cold and glamorous". Even as a host, she didn't raise her temperature much.When she got on the stage, a faint smile appeared on her cold face, and she announced: "The next program will be a poem recited by Wang Shao, a famous poet in my class!" The poet Wang Sao walked slowly into the venue with a melancholy face, raised his head and inhaled, looked at the moon, and recited a new poem from Guangdong.People in our dormitory have long been accustomed to his unique way of reciting, but the other students are all at a loss, struggling to distinguish his pronunciation, and trying to get some word information from it.Originally, Cantonese is difficult to understand, but Wang Sao's speech is not very clear, which makes people feel like falling into the clouds.Listening to him recite poems is almost like listening to Indian tribal chiefs offering sacrifices to gods.However, the new poems created by Wang Sao, like most of the new poems, are inherently incomprehensible, so whether you can hear his words clearly does not make a big difference.The most important thing is to be able to feel the passion in his heart, which is the most essential thing of poetry.And Wang Sao's intoxicated and emotional appearance undoubtedly made everyone feel the unique charm of poetry. As soon as Wang Sao got off the stage, a fat girl sitting opposite—named Zhang Qunying—run over, sat next to Wang Sao, and asked: "Classmate, I didn't remember your name clearly. What is your name?" The poet Wang Sao felt that he had failed, so he said his name again.Zhang Qunying said: "Although I can't understand the poem you recited just now, I am very passionate! I also like poetry. Come, let's talk about poetry together!" chatted.We all snickered next to each other. Another half an hour later, it was my turn to play along with Chen Qiwei, Jin Ziguang and others.The skit "National Defense Quiz Contest", which we worked so hard on, was a success as expected.Because the material is true, and the military training instructor who is usually majestic and majestic is seriously damaged, everyone feels very relieved and overjoyed. At this time, a boy I didn't know came in and said, "Students from the Chinese Department, hello, sorry, can I ask you for some firewood?" The voice was obviously lacking in confidence, full of flattery and humility. "Which department are you from?" Jin Ziguang asked. "We're from the Department of Philosophy." The boy smiled, pointed to another bonfire in the distance, and said, "We didn't have enough firewood today, and it's almost gone." "Okay, it happens that we have a lot of firewood, and we are worried that we can't burn it all. Let me give you some." Everyone readily agreed.The boy was very grateful and kept saying that he met a good man today.Jin Ziguang and I helped him, and each carried a large pile of dry firewood and sent them to their class.The boy asked our names, and introduced himself, his name is Lu Xiaolin, from Hunan. We were still some distance away from the bonfire in the philosophy department, and they were already clapping and cheering.Lu Xiaolin introduced us emotionally to his classmates: "This is Geng Xiao. This is Jin Ziguang. Let us welcome these two Chinese friends with warm applause! Let us express our sincere thanks for their generous help!" They applauded enthusiastically again.Jin Ziguang and I nodded politely to them. At this time, I suddenly noticed that their hostess was the beautiful woman who had delivered water several times and caused a sensation.She was wearing a white dress, and her two white and slender arms were exposed in the evening wind, glowing like warm jade under the moonlight.At this time, the night was like smoke, the bonfire was raging, and the water of Xinghua Lake shone with a bright moon. Standing there, she looked like a fairy Lingbo. If she opened her arms, she seemed to be floating in the wind.Even though I had seen her before, the sense of wonder still overwhelmed me.It was as if someone had kicked my chest hard, and I couldn't breathe for a while, and there were stars in front of my eyes.After breathing for a while, I couldn't help but look at Jin Ziguang beside me.He is also looking at me.Both had a message of ecstasy in their eyes. Just when we were out of our minds, the beautiful woman came up generously and said, "Please ask the talented scholars from the Chinese Department to perform a show for us. Let's talk about it!" "it is good!" "Hahaha, then please!" The beautiful host smiled like a flower, and made an inviting gesture. Jin Ziguang and I are the kind of people who quickly lose their ability to resist in front of a beautiful woman. If a beautiful woman invites us to perform, it is better to lose our heads than to refuse. What's more, we are representing the "talented scholars" of the Chinese Department. Absolutely can't lose to the beauties of the philosophy department in terms of momentum.A sense of collective honor! The two of us quickly discussed and sang a song together - "Green Apple Paradise" by the Little Tigers.This later proved to be a wrong choice. Although the song "Green Apple Paradise" was very popular at the time, the chorus part was too high and it was difficult to sing.We know that our voices are very average, and we have never practiced together before, but in order to perform well in front of the beautiful women, we sang with all our voices. At the end of the song, my heart was full of despair, and I felt that we were like two roosters. It was like letting out a final wail before being grabbed by the neck for slaughter. "Sounds great!" exclaimed the hostess, leading the applause.If a mediocre girl said this, we would definitely think that she was scolding us, but at this time we feel like we are sitting on a spring breeze, and we are happy with it.It is always a very pleasant thing to be praised by beautiful women, let alone in public.We'd rather believe what she said was true. "Students from the Chinese Department are welcome to our party!" Everyone applauded, and Lu Xiaolin stuffed two big bananas for each of Jin Ziguang and me.And asked the nearby classmates to move out a place for us, and Jin Zi and I sat down without even thinking about it.Lu Xiaolin sat next to us and said, "I saw your sketch just now, it's really good! Did you make it up yourself?" We said, yes.Lu Xiaolin said: "I also like to compose cross talk sketches and so on. I'm going to do a stand-up comedy later, you guys have a look." Lu Xiaolin's stand-up comedy is a traditional joke.I found that his cross talk skills are very good, and the rhythm of throwing burdens is just right.As a native of Hunan, he can speak very good Mandarin and has a sharp tongue. But my attention was not fully on Lu Xiaolin's show.My eyes kept following the hostess, and once she seemed to sense something and glanced at me.I was originally a relatively shy person, but at this time, a burst of courage came out of nowhere, and I used all my strength to control my thoughts of avoiding, and looked at her deeply for a few seconds.Her eyes were as clear and deep as a clear pool under a waterfall, with rippling green waves. I felt like a person who fell into the water from a boat and was about to drown in it. After Lu Xiaolin came down, I chatted with him.Both of them are very interested in acting, hit it off immediately, and are very speculative.We were overjoyed, just like meeting an old friend in a foreign land. We exchanged contact information and agreed to cooperate in producing folk art works together in the future.I believe that Lu Xiaolin's idea is entirely out of his love for Quyi art and his appreciation for me.And apart from these two points, I seem to have a faint desire to get close to that beauty.I felt that my motives were not pure, and I felt a little sorry for Lu Xiaolin's sincerity.But I changed my mind and comforted myself, revolution and love are both correct, if Lu Xiaolin can really become good friends with me, not only should he not be angry about this, but he should also help me well.Of course, the premise of all this is that Lu Xiaolin himself has no interest in the beauty.But this is almost impossible.Who can not love such a beautiful woman?Unless it's an eunuch with impotence. I was thinking wildly, and suddenly I was patted heavily on the shoulder.I turned around and saw that it was Chen Qiwei.He said, "Why does it take so long to send firewood?" "People invite us to participate, the kindness is hard to refuse." "Do you know that Miss Ling danced in person just now, you didn't see it, what a pity..." Chen Qiwei was still babbling, the expression on his face suddenly froze.At this time, he also saw the hostess, stared at it for a long time, and then reluctantly turned back to look at me, with a mysterious smile gradually appearing on his face: "Hehe, that's how it is, that's how it is. !Ha ha……" I said to Jin Ziguang: "Let's go back. I'm sorry for sitting here for a long time." Jin Ziguang nodded in agreement, we stood up, patted the sand on our buttocks, and said goodbye to the students in the philosophy department, while Chen Qiwei accepted the invitation of the philosophy department and sat in our seats. Jin Ziguang and I returned to the fire in the Chinese Department, and some students said strangely: "Hey? Why did the first two come back, but the person who went to call was lost?" Everyone laughed, but they didn't take it seriously. Keep joking around. Wang Sao asked us if the Department of Philosophy was fun.We say average.Wang Sao looked at us suspiciously.Jin Ziguang said: "If you don't believe it, go and see for yourself." Wang Sao sat there, frowning, and looked at us sadly for a while, as if making a big decision, finally stood up and said that he was going to take a walk.Jin Ziguang and I watched him walk around, and finally went straight to the fire in the philosophy department. After a while, Chen Qiwei came back and said, "Grandma, that girl is really nice! Wang Sao just sat there and didn't want to come back." The three looked at each other and smiled. When the people around us saw our secretive smile, they all came over and asked what happened.After hearing what we said, everyone felt itchy.After a while, Wang Sao also came back, with an intoxicated smile on his face, and kept clicking his tongue.The perverts' psychological defense finally collapsed across the board.As a result, the boys in our class took turns sneaking away that night, and they all went to the philosophy department for a tour.Several girls also noticed that something was wrong with the boys, but many of them walked around the road, as if they were going to pee.It's not easy for those girls to ask. The class gala went on until 10:30, and finally broke up happily. After returning to the dormitory, the daily sleep meeting will be carried out as usual. Everyone ran on Wang Sao first, and they all imitated Zhang Qunying's tone and said to Wang Sao: "Come, let's talk about poetry together!" Jin Ziguang insisted that the fat girl Zhang Qunying must have taken a fancy to Wang Sao.Everyone said yes.Wang Sao insisted that he is an aesthetic perfectionist. Although the fat girl Zhang Qunying shares his love for poetry, his personal image is really not poetic at all.Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for him to bow down to Zhang Qunying.Although the poet Wang Sao himself is not outstanding in image, we can't remind him in this way, we can only explain Zhang Qunying's many advantages to Wang Sao again and again, and persuade him to follow Zhang Qunying. Generally speaking, boys' topics always focus more on beautiful women, so Zhang Qunying quickly gave way to the beautiful girl from the philosophy department.Everyone didn't know her name, so they called her "philosophical beauty".There was an hour-long debate about the beauty of the philosophical beauties and the Ling beauties in our class.What everyone can reach a preliminary consensus is: the two girls have their own characteristics, Ling Yufei is glamorous and charming, and the philosophical beauty is pure and sweet.In terms of beauty, maybe everyone has different opinions, but in terms of affinity, the philosophical beauty seems to be far stronger than Yu Fei.Not everyone likes Ling Yufei, but there is absolutely no one who doesn't like philosophical beauties.