The modern fortune-telling history of a small shopkeeper

Chapter 093, military training life (5)

The two classes played games together for a while. After the training in the morning, the instructors of each class called to assemble and took the students to the dining hall for dinner.

After lunch, they have a two-hour break at noon.

Compared with the days of studying at school, the days of military training at the base are obviously more relaxed. There is no pressure to study. Every day is just training, and you can also play with your classmates. Therefore, the students in the same class will soon become It's completely different from the first day when I'm familiar with it.

After returning to the dormitory from the outside, Chen Junfei sat on someone else's bed and chatted with someone. A group of boys sat together, chatting about everything, laughing while talking.

When Zhou Xing came back from the outside, he saw a group of people sitting at the door.

"Squad leader, where have you been? Come and sit together." The boys in the same dormitory saw their squad leader and called their squad leader to sit there.

During this period of military training, the boys of the squad leader all recognized the squad leader of their class.

"I'll just stand here and listen." Zhou Xing ran out to smoke a cigarette just now, and he came back after standing outside for a while, with the smell of cigarettes on his body, he just stood by the door instead of sitting with his old friends .

"Squad leader, you are really good today. How did you manage to do so many push-ups in one minute?" When everyone talked about their competition against Class 1 today, some people said that their class monitor did so many push-ups in one go. push ups.

"If you want to practice every day, you can do it too." Zhou Xing replied, and when he looked up, he saw Qiao Minglang sitting on his bed with his head down, not knowing what he was doing.

Hearing a few words from his old friends, he went inside.

After walking in, Zhou Xing saw Qiao Minglang was sewing with a needle in his hand, he couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Sew clothes, is the clothes torn?"

"It's not broken. I want to fix it here so that it won't fall off." Hearing the voice, Qiao Minglang knew that Zhou Xing had returned, and the faint smell of tobacco from the other party's body, he knew that this person just now He must have gone out to smoke a cigarette.

Looking up at Zhou Xing, he lowered his head and sewed two more stitches, tied the knot, and lowered his head to bite off the thread.

"Hey, my clothes seem to be torn here, so you can sew them up for me too." Zhou Xing stretched out his sleeves, and the sleeves of his clothes were really unthreaded. He also changed his clothes today. Just found out.

He didn't even think about sewing. He is so old that he doesn't even know what needlework is, so he doesn't know how to sew clothes.This outfit is worn for at most two weeks, and it will be thrown away when I go back.

But now he sees other people sewing clothes and finds it interesting, so he wants others to sew for him.If this person is someone else, he may not necessarily ask others to help him sew clothes, but this person is the one in front of him, which is a bit different.

As for the difference, Zhou Xing himself didn't realize it, but watching the young man sewing with a needle and thread seemed very interesting to him.

Qiao Minglang pulled Zhou Xing's sleeve and took a look. Seeing that the thread was really off, he said, "Take off your clothes, and I'll sew them for you."

Thinking that he was sweating all over and his clothes smelled of sweat, Zhou Xing hesitated again, and said, "Forget it, I'll sew it for you tomorrow." He wanted to take it off today and wash it, and dry it tomorrow. Bring it over and sew it to the other side.

But it doesn't matter whether the clothes are sewed or not, and it's okay to not sew.

"Take it off, easily." Qiao Minglang asked the other party to take off the clothes before he took off the needle and thread in his hand, and sewed them together by the way.Young Master Zhou felt a little embarrassed, stretched out his hand, and said, "Then you can sew like this."

Qiao Minglang took a look at this person, and took his hand, "Don't move." To avoid accidentally pricking your hand.Holding the needle in his hand, he tied a knot on the end of the thread, turned over the other party's sleeve to take a look, and began to stitch from the top where the thread was off.

"Oh." Zhou Xing raised his hands and stood here obediently to ask someone to sew his clothes for him.

He was standing and the other was sitting. From his angle, he could see the boy with his eyelids lowered, sewing clothes for him seriously.

His eyes fell on the young man's face, and he thought to himself that this man's eyelashes are really long.

These hands are also pretty, the way they hold the needle, well, they look very virtuous.If the other party is a girl, there is no doubt that he will like such a girl.

If Qiao Minglang knew what Young Master Zhou was thinking at this time, he might really "accidentally" give someone a shot.

After sewing a dense layer of thread, and tied a knot at the end, Qiao Minglang lowered his head and bit the rope.

Seeing the young man lower his head and lean towards his wrist, Zhou Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he almost retracted his hand, but he soon discovered that the other party just bit off the rope.Qiao Minglang didn't notice this at all. After the clothes were sewn, he stretched out his hand and tugged twice, and said, "It's done."

"Is the one on the other side broken?"

"No." Zhou Xing replied quickly, and thanked: "Thank you." He even looked down at the seam on the sleeve, and he couldn't tell that it had been sewn.

"You're welcome." Qiao Minglang wanted to take back his needle and thread.

"Wow, Minglang, you can sew clothes. You can sew for me too. My clothes are also torn here." Seeing that Qiao Minglang could sew clothes, Tong Guan said that his clothes were torn, and he wanted Qiao Minglang to help him seam.

"Let me take a look." Qiao Minglang asked Tong Guan to come over and show him, and found that two places were torn, so he asked Tong Guan to take off his clothes for him.

Seeing that Qiao Minglang was willing to sew clothes for him, Tong Guan happily took off his clothes and handed them over, "Mingming, you are so good at me, I can't even sew clothes." He was only wearing a white shirt underneath. vest.

After being exposed to the sun for the past few days, the skin on his face and neck and the skin on his body that have not been exposed to the sun are distinct, with one layer of black and one layer of white.

Zhou Xing climbed into his own bed and saw Qiao Minglang sewing clothes for others, he felt a little indescribable.

Qiao Minglang smiled, did not speak, and continued to help Tong Guan sew clothes.

At this time, other students in the dormitory saw that their study committee members had brought needles and threads, and were still helping others to sew clothes. Several people's clothes were torn, and they all wanted their study committee members to help them sew them.

"My clothes are torn too, so you, the study committee member, can help me sew them up too."

"And mine, and mine."

Few of the boys knew how to do needlework, and even if they knew how to do it, they didn't bring needles and threads.

"..." Young Master Zhou, who is sitting on your own bed, you guys don't know how to sew by yourself!

I wish I could throw these people out, why did Qiao Minglang sew your clothes for you?

At this moment, Young Master Zhou didn't realize that he himself was the culprit. If he hadn't asked Qiao Minglang to sew clothes for him, why would so many people come to help the study committee sew clothes?

At this time, the horn outside sounded, and it was time for them to take a nap.

"The horn is sounding, comrades, go back to your bed." Someone shouted in the dormitory.Every day when it was time to sleep, the instructors would come to check the wards. If the people in the dormitory who were checked had not gone to bed and were still talking, the people in the entire dormitory would be punished.

Everyone ran to their beds, and a few boys who hadn't finished sewing were still running and shouting: "Study committee member, we will come to you next time."

Qiao Minglang didn't say yes or no.

In fact, he didn't really want to help others sew clothes.In his opinion, sewing clothes for others is something that only close people can do, except for relatives and close friends, but even close friends cannot easily help others sew clothes .

So if someone hadn't asked for help just now, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to help others.

However, his relationship with Zhou Xing and Tong Guan is more familiar, and helping his friends to sew clothes is just a matter of little effort.But with these classmates who were not very familiar with them, they asked him to help them sew clothes. He didn't know how to refuse, but at this moment the bell rang, and everyone ran away.

Seeing that everyone had run away, Zhou Xing felt inexplicably relieved.

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The good time of the afternoon nap passed, and as soon as the trumpet sounded in the afternoon, everyone hurried to get up and go to the military training again.

Getting off the bed, seeing that there was no one on the lower bunk, he glanced at Qiao Minglang's package, Zhou Xing glanced back, took out the needle and thread inside, put it in his pocket, and went out as if nothing had happened. .

After returning from military training in the afternoon, several classmates came to ask him to help him sew clothes.

Qiao Minglang looked through the package and found that the needle and thread he brought was missing. He searched for several times but couldn't find it, so he said apologetically to his classmates: "Sorry, I may not remember where I put it. I will find it later." , I’ll give it to you again.”

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, give it to us when you find it." Several male students didn't suspect that their study committee members hid things deliberately and didn't let them use them.

But after that, Qiao Minglang continued to search again. He remembered that he put the things here, why did they disappear?This made him feel a little strange, and he glanced under the bed, but didn't find anything falling under the bed.

Who probably borrowed it and used it without telling him?

He felt that this possibility was not very high. If others took it away, they would definitely tell him.

At this time, Qiao Minglang must have never imagined that his needle and thread had been "taken" by someone without telling him.

When he came back from the outside, he saw his bedmate in the lower bunk looking for something, so Zhou Xing asked, "What are you looking for?"

"It's nothing." Qiao Minglang shook his head, and did not say that his things were missing.

When he turned around, Zhou Xing reached out and touched the bridge of his nose. He knew what Qiao Minglang was looking for, and he still hid that thing in his pocket.After getting into his own bed, he hid the roll of needlework in the hidden pocket of his backpack, but did not take it out and return it to the other party.

Qiao Minglang searched for it several times, but found that he couldn't find it, so he had to forget it. Luckily, it wasn't anything valuable.