"What are you doing!?"

Dadehan's gentle smile froze in an instant as if thrown into the snow and ice.

His reaction was unexpected.

In the solemn worldview, these days, people don’t even hit people with a smile on their faces. In the local area, who doesn’t like to get close to others when they meet?

The solemn high school years were not spent entirely on campus. In the early and mid-1990s, the entire coastal areas of Guangdong were immersed in prosperity, and various concepts of "brain-body upside down" that put money first were rampant.

For example, "It is better to sell tea eggs than to build an atomic bomb", "It is better to use a razor than to build a scalpel", and "It is better to use a bold person to death, and to starve to death the timid person to death" and so on...

Just like the solemn brother Zhuang Buping, he was originally a cadre of a township enterprise bureau. In that year, he resigned and became an individual businessman. He soon caught the wind of reform and opening up. He made a lot of money in two or three years, and his net worth had already reached one million.

In this fanatical economic wave, Zhuang Yan was in a state of affairs and could not be immune to it. During the whole year of senior year, this guy spent less than half of his time in school, and his other half took leave in the form of sick leave, but in fact he went to Zhuang Buping's company to help with business.

The business world in the early and mid-1990s was quite a bit gangster. Many business owners didn't know a lot of big words, had no laws in their eyes but only money, and they would wave kettles of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan each and yelled to smash someone's head.

In this atmosphere, although Zhuangyan is not all complete with five poisons, she is at least full of bad habits. She can do anything by smoking and drinking. The most powerful thing is to talk to people and talk to ghosts.

However, this trick of everything seems to be useless at all in Dedehan.

"I'm not... the platoon leader, our fellow villager, please take care of me in the future..."

Before the solemn speech was finished, it was interrupted by the cold voice of Dehan.

"I said no wonder Deputy Company Commander Li said when he handed you to me that you were full of bad water and asked me to train you well. It seems that he is right."

After saying that, he glanced at the cigarette in Zhuang Yan's hand and said, "Put away the cigarette!"

He spoke sternly, not loud but was very attractive.

Zhuang Yan was so scared that his hands shook and quickly put away the cigarette.

Dadehan stretched out his foot and kicked his solemnly bent knee gently.

"Stand up for me! How caress is like!"

He didn't even dare to expose his breath, and he secretly complained in his heart that his flattery was slapped on a stubborn donkey.

It was clearly Dai Dehan who told himself that the two of them were fellow villagers from the same province, but when they showed goodwill, they gave him a warning.

It seems that this is like a conspiracy.

Dai Dehan began to pace his square steps again and circled around the solemnity, just like a person in the livestock market was looking at a cattle and sheep.

"Remember, in the army, there are no fellow villagers. The most taboo thing about the army is to build small groups, which will kill you! I am your platoon leader, not your fellow villagers, remember not!"

"Remember!" Zhuang Yan could only pretend to be convinced. This little man had figured it out and was difficult to deal with.

In the current trendy words, it is called sick!

Normal people don’t care about patients, hum!

"As for the cigarette..." Dedehan stretched out his tone, "The army does not stipulate that you cannot smoke, so I will not confiscate your cigarette, but I tell you, it is best to quit, otherwise you will regret it."

Looking at the cunning gaze in Dai Dehan's eyes, Zhuangyan didn't know what medicine was buried in the other party's gourd.

regret?

Of course he wouldn't believe it.

"I try to..."

Dai Dehan saw through Zhuang Yan's little thoughts at a glance, turned around and waved to the playground.

"Yin Xiancong comes here."

The fourth squad leader who despised the solemn last night quickly jogged in front of him.

"Take him in, teach him how to organize the basics of housework, and also order his luggage according to regulations."

Yin Xiancong glanced at the somewhat anxious and worried solemn, "Let's go back to the room, I'll teach you basic housekeeping."

This is the first time Zhuang Yan understands what "household tidying" means.

The first thing to do in housekeeping is to fold the quilt.

The quilt on the head of the veterans' beds is always square and horned, as if it was cut by a knife or a ruler, it was no different from the tofu cut out.

Squatting in front of the solemn bed, Yin Xiancong cut off two steps and folded the cup to the same as the veteran.

While Yin Xiancong was demonstrating his internal affairs, Zhuangyan carefully looked at himself as the squad leader.

Yin Xiancong looked less murderous intent than Li Ding's or Dadehan's sternness, and even looked less strong than the fifth squad leader Niu Dali.

The first feeling that people give is - being elegant.

Although this word seems a bit strange to describe a man, especially when used on soldiers, this is Zhuang Yan’s first feeling for Yin Xiancong.

Yin Xiancong's facial features are quite feminine, especially those eyes, which have a lot of female phoenix eyes.

But Zhuang Yan felt that this was a good thing, at least the less fierce squad leader would not suffer too much.

Of course, this was just a solemn illusion. He soon knew that Yin Xiancong was hiding under his restrained appearance.

The cup was quickly folded, and in Yin Xiancong's hand, the solemn doghouse-like quilt changed, and even the white sheets were smeared flat, and there was no trace of wrinkles.

"I'll go! It's awesome!"

Curiously solemn screamed, reaching out to pinch and touch the quilt.

There is no support inside, it is just a bed of cotton, but it is now as neat as tofu blocks.

"You try it." Yin Xiancong said.

When it was Zhuangyan's turn to fold it, his head was two rounds wide, and the quilt was inappropriate in his hands, and it was like a ball of unkneaded noodles.

Yin Xiancong taught him a few times, and saw that it was getting late and he said, "Time is limited, so let's do it. Your quilt is new and not easy to fold. Just practice more and you can fold it in the future. Don't worry, you have time to practice in the future."

He turned around and pulled over his solemn suitcase, pointed at him and said, "Open."

Zhuangyan could only open the suitcase honestly.

Yin Xiancong laughed while flipping.

"So many casual clothes... and sports shoes... belts... do you think you still have the chance to wear them in the next three years? Leave a set of casual clothes and send the rest back!"

Suddenly, I turned over a black plastic bag, hard and tightly wrapped.

"What's this?"

Smile said, "Smoke."

Yin Xiancong said with a blank expression: "Open."

Zhuangyan said: "Squad leader, no need..."

"Open!" Yin Xiancong's tone became stern.

Sweat was oozing from the solemn forehead, and I wanted to slap myself a few times. If I had known that I would have checked so carefully, I would have taken this thing away...

Now it's over.

It's a disaster that cannot be avoided.

Zhuangyan could only squat on the ground, holding the black plastic bag, just like holding a hot potato in his hand.

"Do I want you to open it for yourself?"
Chapter completed!