deep sea

The fourth day of military training.

The person on Yan Dong's left was called out in public and punished to do a hundred push-ups, and apologized to him. No one knew why he was punished, but Yan Dong knew it clearly.

For four or five consecutive days without a day of peace, he either stood in a military posture or was fined to do push-ups, starting from [-] push-ups.

Afternoon training is over.

Yin Xu rubbed his sore arm, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

When had he been so useless.

Looking around, he made sure that there was no suspicious person outside, closed the door of the dormitory, and whispered to the five people in the same dormitory: "What kind of life have we been living these days, basking in the sun on the playground every day, and have learned nothing. , He let us go when he is in a good mood, but if he is in a bad mood, he just finds fault and punishes us to do push-ups, shall we let him torment us comfortably like this?"

As soon as the head of the dormitory heard this, he knew that he was going to make trouble: "Xu, what good idea do you have?"

Yin Xu: "Tonight, in the name of Fu Ze'an, we invited him under the big camphor tree on the left side of the playground. I have observed it. It is a blind spot for surveillance cameras. There are some old wooden boards and old debris piled up on the ground on the right side for hiding. Man, as soon as he shows up at that time, he will take revenge with sacks, complain with grievances, and run away after beating, I don't believe he can know it's me."

"What if you can't fight and get discovered?"

Yin Xu: "Two hands are hard to beat with four punches. I know such a simple truth. Don't you know? I don't believe that he can knock down six of us with just one instructor... Tell me a good word, can you do this? Do it, if not, I'll find someone else."

Seeing that they were hesitant, he took the last ruthless dose: "Think about how he greeted us these four days."

Thinking of this, the head of the dormitory slapped the table happily: "Who is not a little ancestor at home, the darling of parents, how come here is not as good as a grass, I want to participate in this matter."

Someone took the lead, and the others immediately followed suit.

Jian Chengye heard the rumor and showed up at the playground as scheduled at night.

I walked unhurriedly to the bottom of the big tree, and when I was 20 meters away from the destination, I felt the breath of a group of little bastards, and my doubts suddenly disappeared.

On the way here, he was still wondering, what happened to Ze'an, he couldn't go to his dormitory and say that he had to meet under the big tree, it turned out that these little bastards were playing tricks.

Go under the tree, roll up the sleeves of your arm shirts, lean your back against the pile of groceries, and give them ample opportunity to get off the ground.

Yin Xu saw him turn his back, hold the sack in both hands, hold his breath, and approached his back cautiously.

Just as the sack was lifted to the top of his head before it could be put on, someone grabbed his wrist tightly, and an over-the-shoulder fall followed.

Seeing this, the others couldn't care less, they gathered around to help, and within a minute, they all fell to the ground.

Jian Chengye tidied up his shirt, which was not too messy: "It's a good thing to be young and vigorous, but it can't be overdone. This kind of trick is too low-level and not high-end enough. I didn't play it when I was young. It's a good thing to have ideas, but you must inquire about the military situation." , The disparity in strength is too great, to have ideas is to die, don’t bother with a group of you brats today, go back and have a thousand-word review for each person, and leave it to me tomorrow morning.”

Jian Chengye picked a sensitive place on his body, the injury was not serious but painful enough.

The six people got up from the ground in a panic, and looked at his meticulous white shirt, don't you think it's annoying?

After being taught a lesson, I dare not speak nonsense.

He patted the ashes off his body, and went back to the dormitory in desperation.

Finding someone to complain about is suffering.

The six people did not hold on for a minute in the hands of one person, all of them were beaten to the ground, and the humiliation methods were not high enough. If this word gets out, they will lose face!

Standing in a military posture and running in the morning every day, in two weeks, some basic steps such as walking and walking have been learned. The recruits dragged their tired bodies countless times and walked into the dormitory without souls.

During the two weeks of getting along, the recruit who has been punished many times has figured out Jian Chengye's disposition, the iron-blooded instructor who speaks one word, no one dares to make mistakes under his nose.

Afternoon training is over.

Holding a coat and a notebook in his hand, Fu Ze'an walked to the door of Jian Chengye's dormitory and was about to knock on the door. Before knocking, he said, "Come in."

Pushing open the door, she put the coat on the back of the chair casually: "I'll wash the coat for you."

This is something he often does. When he is not around, help him wash the sheets, quilt cover, coat, and casually sniff the smell of his personal items. This has become a habit of his.

Jian Chengye had a clear expression on his face: "I just said why the coat that was hanging on the back of the chair suddenly disappeared. It turned out that you took it to wash it."

Fu Ze'an: "I have something to ask you this morning. You are not in the dormitory, and the coat on the back of the chair smells of sweat. I just happened to be doing laundry, so I took it and washed it together."

Jian Chengye picked up the coat that was draped over the back of the chair, with a faint scent of flowers lingering at the tip of his nose, he frowned: "You changed the washing powder."

Fu Ze'an: "This is a newly released laundry detergent with a jasmine fragrance. I think it smells good. What's wrong? You don't like it."

Jian Chengye: "A big man exuding the scent of flowers is too girly."

Fu Ze'an sighed in his heart, the straight man of steel made another mistake.

Fu Ze'an: "Then next time I buy washing powder, I will use the previous one."

Jian Chengye nodded: "What do you want me to do this morning?"

Fu Ze'an handed him the small book: "This is my training plan for recruits for half a month. Take a look."

Put it on the table without opening it: "I have my own ideas about the training on the playground, and you don't have to worry about it. If something really happens, I will take care of it alone. It has nothing to do with you. You are the instructor. It’s enough to do their ideological work well, just take the national defense class well, and after playing with them for two weeks, it’s time to play some other projects.”

Fu Ze'an raised his eyebrows: "I'm not afraid of taking responsibility."

Jian Chengye: "Then what are you afraid of?"

Fu Ze'an: "They are all recruits and need enough time to adapt to life in the army."

Jian Chengye: "Two weeks is enough for them to adapt to the environment. If they can't, I can only say that they have poor adaptability."

Fu Ze'an: "But..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted impatiently: "There are not so many but, don't talk so much with me, are you annoying?"

A look of tiredness flashed across Fu Ze'an's face, and he didn't want to quarrel with him because of this matter: "I'll go back first, you should rest early."

Jian Chengye didn't feel any strangeness in him: "Yes."

It was late at night when he left his dormitory.

Back in the dormitory, just after washing, I heard an indescribable sound of a harmonica outside. This has been the sound of a harmonica at night for two consecutive weeks.

Which recruit is he playing the harmonica at night?

Looking for the sound of the harmonica, I left the dormitory.

Recruit dormitory.

Impatiently, Yin Xu turned over and pulled the pillow over his ears, covering his ears, but the effect was not good, and he could still hear the sound of the harmonica.

Suddenly got up from the bed and shouted: "Who the hell is it? It's midnight and playing the harmonica outside every day. It's worse than the sound of killing a pig. Let people sleep."

The roommate quickly got up and agreed.

"I have to go to bed early tomorrow morning. Which brother is playing the harmonica? Give us a way to survive. Don't play the harmonica."

"I feel sorry for my eardrums for three seconds."

"........."

"........."

A more timid one looked left and right, and said cautiously: "This harmonica has been playing for two weeks, so it must be haunted."

Yin Xu rolled his eyes at him, put on his shoes, got up from the bed and walked out the door: "I don't care if he is a man or a ghost, he deserves to die if he disturbs my sleep, I must catch him today, or beat him severely , my name is written backwards."

The other roommates quickly got up and followed behind him.

"Take me one, take me one."

"Wait, I'm going too."

In the middle of the night, the six people in the dormitory put on their clothes and changed their shoes, and set out together.

The playground was empty, and the sound of the harmonica next to my ears became clearer and clearer.

Yin Xu: "He should be nearby, look for him carefully."

Just as I was about to search carefully, the sound of the harmonica suddenly stopped.

The six of them lost their way all of a sudden.

Yin Xu put his hips on his hips and scolded: "Damn it, who is pretending to be a ghost, playing the harmonica every night without sleeping, knowing that we are out to arrest people, afraid, and afraid to play it, if you are caught by me, I won't beat you to death Crippled, my name is written backwards."

"Forget it, go back to sleep and continue training tomorrow morning."

A group of people returned without success.

Sitting under a towering camphor tree in the shade of the playground was a young man, wearing a white shirt and military trousers, with one leg bent and the other stretched casually. Hearing someone's questioning, he immediately stopped playing the harmonica.

Fu Ze'an sat down next to him, looked at the harmonica in his hand, and saw that the style and the scratches on it were not new.

Repeat the question from when you came: "Why is a person here playing the harmonica?"

Shen Yunfan: "Why doesn't Instructor Fu sleep in the dormitory?"

Fu Ze'an: "I heard someone playing a harmonica outside, come and have a look."

Shen Yunfan is somewhat self-aware of his skills: "It's because the blowing is too ugly, come here to stop it?"

Not wanting to hurt his self-esteem, he changed the subject and said, "Why is he playing the harmonica alone here? Is it because he misses home?"

Shen Yunfan's eyes flickered, looking at the green grass on the ground, his tone was tinged with loneliness: "I don't have a home."

Fu Ze'an asked doubtfully, "Huh?"

Shen Yunfan stroked the harmonica with his slender hands: "I don't know who my parents are. The place I live in is called an orphanage. Aunt Zhao took care of me when I was young. She doesn't look very good and can't sing or dance, but she Playing the harmonica is very nice, and I often play the harmonica to make us happy and entertain us, but when I was 16 years old, she died of cancer because she had no money for treatment. This harmonica is her only relic. It was supposed to be cremated, but I I stayed secretly." Wei Lie said: "No one will play the harmonica for me anymore, I want to play it for myself."

But he didn't have extra money to ask a teacher to teach, so he could only imitate Aunt Zhao's appearance.

Fu Ze'an: "He usually likes to play that song the most."

Three words blurted out: "I want you."

Fu Ze'an: "I can play this song. If you don't mind, can I play your harmonica?"

Shen Yunfan hesitated for a while, then handed him the harmonica.

Fu Ze'an took the harmonica with one hand, put one end of each hand to his lips, and tried a few notes: "I rarely touch these things after I came to the army. It doesn't sound good, so don't mind."

Shen Yunfan: "It's okay, I don't mind."

The crisp and melodious sound of the harmonica rang in his ears, which perfectly coincided with the sound in his mind when he was a child.

Following the melody of the harmonica, she sang the lyrics in a low voice: "I want you by my side, I want you to dress me up, the wind blows this night, it makes my heart itch..."

After the song is over, the evening wind is still mixed with the melody that has not dissipated.

Fu Ze'an returned the harmonica to him, got up and patted the dust behind him, straightened his collar, and prepared to leave: "It's getting late, go back to the dormitory to rest early, and I have to train tomorrow morning, my body will not be able to bear it."

Shen Yunfan held the harmonica and quickly got up: "Instructor Fu, wait a minute."

He stopped and looked at him suspiciously: "Is there anything else?"

He held the harmonica tightly with his hands, wondering if he would agree, a blush appeared on his tanned face from recent training, he hesitated for a long time but did not say a word.

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Ze'an said, "If you don't tell me, I'm leaving."

He asked very quickly: "Instructor Fu, can you teach me the harmonica?"

After asking, she looked at him sincerely.

After a moment of hesitation, he thought it was a big deal, but he didn't expect it to be such a small thing.

Smiling knowingly: "I will take some time to teach you during the lunch break."

Shen Yunfan: "My name is Shen Yunfan."

They only met a few times, and the recruit was so fresh that he wanted the instructor to remember his name.

Fu Ze'an: "After being sent here as a counselor, I have read the files of every recruit. Your name is Shen Yunfan, and you are from Tongling, Anhui. It's getting late, so go back and rest early."

The next day, Fu Ze'an held a small notebook in his hand and asked Shen Yunfan to meet under the big tree next to the playground.

Handed the book to him: "There are some self-taught harmonica books at home, but I didn't bring them to the army. I will bring them to you when I go home next time. The book contains the staves I drew last night, and some harmonica skills are written on the back. , take a look for yourself first, if you don’t understand, then ask me, I’ll play "I Want You" twice for you, think about it for yourself, if you don’t know, then ask me.”

Shen Yunfan took the notebook with both hands, nodded seriously: "Thank you."