He was reborn and became a firefighter again?

Chapter 92 Water belt affinity?

Fang Huai hasn't opened this phone for a week.

The 30 minutes were agreed upon, but Fang Huai charged the battery for 10 minutes just to be safe.

But just half a minute after turning on the phone, text messages popped up one after another, filling his heart with warmth from 400 kilometers away.

"Hey, good night."

"I was scared by that little white dog outside your house today! It was mean to me!"

"I didn't go to your house, I was just passing by. I saw your parents. They are as young as before. They still remember my name. Aunt Zhang praised me for getting more and more beautiful. Ha~ everyone in your family is... Very good."

"Good night."

"Good night good night good night."

"Good night good night good night."

"Hey, are you not allowed to make phone calls during the Chinese New Year? My brother has already called me home."

"Haha, Uncle Zhang called me. He said you can't use the mobile phone. Please call me and ask me a happy New Year. Well, you don't have to break the appointment."

"My mother and I are shopping for New Year's goods at Carrefour Supermarket, Yangjiaping. Would you like to help you buy something for Uncle Fang and Aunt Zhang? It's very close."

Very close?

Yangjiaping is on the Jiulongpo side. It must be more than 20 kilometers away from my home, right?

Fang Huai raised a smile on his lips.

Is this girl so energetic?

Scroll down to the last text message: "I brought some fruits and tea to Uncle Fang. He smokes a lot. I chatted with him for a while and told him about meeting you in the army. He said that you just called him. , and said you were very busy, I said you were indeed very busy, but he still scolded you for 20 minutes and smoked 4 cigarettes. The way he scolded you was so funny, but you have to persuade him to quit smoking ~ Happy New Year! I want to accompany you in the evening Mom and dad are watching TV, good night in advance."

PM: 3:25.

Sent four hours ago.

In fact, this morning, the company arranged to make a phone call, but Fang Huai didn't go.

I called the old man some time ago. When I called him, I thought of a lot of words to reassure him, but none of them came out. As soon as the call came through, I taught him a lesson. I asked him how he could use his mobile phone and whether he had hidden it secretly. ? How was the training? Where will they go in the future?

Finally, he even asked him how he felt about joining the army.

Soul torture from a veteran.

What can I feel? Ever since I joined the army, I haven’t dared to think about anything!

He hurriedly said something was wrong and hung up.

There are too many phone calls at home, which is not good, especially for Dad.

He cared for half a minute and reprimanded him for two hours, as if he owed the army something when he left the army, and sent himself to be a soldier to pay off the debt.

He's not his biological father at all!

After making the phone call this morning, everyone's eyes were red, but Fang Huai felt calm in his heart. He even wanted to laugh a little. He walked around the door of the prepared phone room and came out.

I originally wanted to call Brother Yang, but I was too free to use the phone before, and I never opened her phone number to remember it. After thinking hard for a long time, I found that I didn't have the kind of memory that can be remembered with an occasional glance, so I had to Give up.

For a middle-aged man who lives alone more than ten years later, the New Year feeling in his heart is really not particularly strong. Spending the New Year in the company working overtime and earning several times the overtime pay is not a once-in-a-lifetime experience for him.

It wasn't until dinner in the evening when the group leader sat in the middle of the cafeteria and toasted everyone a Happy New Year, plus the thunder of fireworks in the distance, that he felt that he should send a text message to the people who cared about him.

Call...forget it, he doesn't want to hear the nagging.

There was not much time, so Fang Huai checked his parents' box in the text message and started editing:

Dad, Mom, Happy New Year. My son is doing well in the army. He has made meritorious service. He is an outstanding soldier and may even make meritorious service. Please consult your uncle for details.

Dad, stop smoking. Mom, you have to supervise him.

I looked at it, um... a bit skinny.

Added another sentence below: Good luck in the new year and good health.

Well, it looks more formal, send it.

Brother Yang's is much easier.

He agreed to "report" the situation, and Brother Yang kept his promise, and Fang Huai did not want to break the promise.

He simply poured out all the trivial matters:

That little white dog is called Sangbiao. He was raised by a child who likes to watch "Young and Dangerous". If you call his name, he won't be cruel to you.

The MV has been filmed and should be promoted from TV shows and online soon, so remember to watch it.

How was your New Year's Eve dinner today? We ate salted duck, spicy chicken, pig's trotters, braised fish, braised pork with pickled vegetables, pumpkin cake...

Thank you for your purchase. It may take a long time after the new year to send you a text message, but I will train hard and become a friend that makes you proud as soon as possible.

Happy New Year...forget it, it's too vulgar, only suitable for parents, delete it.

Fang Huai thought for a long time, thinking about countless copywriting in his mind, and finally sent a lively message:

Farewell to each other, there are fireworks every year, the days are hot, and the world is lovely. I wish little Yang Shaoqing a happy new year: there are stars in the eyes and a breeze in the smile.

Best friend: Fang Huai.

Fang Huai stared at the phone for a long time without replying.

After confirming that the text message had been sent, he turned off the phone and put it on the table.

Hao Chengbin, who was leaning on the bed and texting hastily, was a little surprised.

"Is this good?"

Fang Huai looked at the bright and dark sky outside the window and couldn't help but smile:

"To those closest to you, either chattering endlessly, or being silent at ordinary times, and occasionally just saying a few words are the most profound ways of expressing yourself.

I don’t have the conditions to chatter endlessly, so I have to talk less, hide those words in my heart, and tell myself. "

When Hao Chengbin heard this, he thought about it for a while and nodded in agreement.

But the recruits in the class also began to look out of the window, looking moved.

Yue Tao said with a slightly sad look on his face: "That's so good to say. I miss my mother... She makes dumplings for me every Chinese New Year. She also cooks my favorite braised pork in the afternoon. I called this morning and... Asked me what to eat for dinner, I said I didn’t know. I saw so many delicious dishes at night, and I really wanted to tell her..."

"I miss my dad too..."

"It would be nice if I could go home."

"What...is she doing?"

The more you say it, the more outrageous it becomes.

Damn, this is going to fly!

When Hao Chengbin saw that all the new recruits seemed to have listened to "Green Flowers in the Army", he immediately shouted:

"That's nonsense. After you join the army, you should train hard and strive to make meritorious service to make your parents proud! Day by day, it will hurt the spring and the autumn!"

As he said that, he gave Fang Huai a hateful look.

"If you continue to f**king incite emotions, you will be punished for spreading rumors!"

……

New Year's Eve is a gluttonous party.

Except for the skits "Unlocking" and "Torchbearer", which everyone watched attentively, at other times, everyone ate from the snack box prepared by the company.

Sprite, Coke, one glass after another.

All the things you can't usually eat are in the box.

The company headquarters did not let the recruits go to the canteen in the staff canteen opposite to buy things. When a regiment of recruits entered the canteen, it was undoubtedly a happy disaster for the canteen.

The recruits were not allowed to bring any money.

So we sent out a registration form in advance, and asked them to volunteer how much money they had to chip in to buy snacks. They all signed the form, and the middle number was taken, and the veterans would purchase it together. Each company also asked a recruit to supervise the purchase.

In fact, no matter what the middle number is, each company pays 100 yuan per person.

The money to buy snacks is deducted from the cash brought by the recruits. Those who don't bring any money can borrow it themselves. They will take it with them to collect their allowance before they leave the team and return it to them.

As a result, the Seventh Company had a big creditor.

Mr. Han initially deposited the money in an integer of 30, but there was still more than "change" left, which he kept at the company headquarters for safekeeping.

With this little "change", he was already extremely rich, and Han Yong was quite generous. With a wave of his hand, he collected 26 IOUs in seven consecutive rounds, including Fang Huai.

The squad leaders were also happy and relaxed. Anyway, they all borrowed money from Han Yong and returned the money to Han Yong.

In the days that followed, Han Yong enjoyed special treatment when there was no squad leader, and was given a nickname: Han Banlian.

Half the company owed him money.

Whenever Han Yong travels, the recruits will greet him with a smile: Hello, Mr. Han.

Fang Huai also takes good care of his creditors. Every time he trains five kilometers late, he will go back to Han Yong after he finishes his run and urge him: Speed ​​up! accelerate!

Han Yong was so angry that he shouted "pay back the money" every time.

Fang Huai also imitated the system with a smile every time: "The bowl of beef noodles I treated you to at that time was with interest. This 100 yuan is just enough."

Finally, on a night with dazzling lights in the playground and a strong southeast wind, Han Yong was sweating all over. The system prompted that Han Yong's mission was successful.

160 pounds!

Although the moisture is a bit dehydrated, it is hard-won.

There are new skills in the task rewards given by the system this time.

[1. Water hose proficiency Lv1 (skill introduction: even unfamiliarity can make perfect)]

[2. Improving hand strength]

【3. Improve abdominal strength】

Fang Huai did not hesitate this time and chose 1 directly.

In firefighting, most of the techniques are related to hoses, and the same goes for police dispatch. Although the most exciting and most directly profitable option is still the second option, he must choose this skill.

Moreover, the system allowed him to reach 20 deadlifts through hard work. After two days of rest after the new year, his performance dropped a bit. So far, he has not finished it.

Who knows if choosing to improve hand strength will affect task completion?

The moment the system subtitles disappeared, Fang Huai felt the slightly frosted touch of the water ribbon passing through his palms.

There was some feeling of exerting force to control the hose in his mind. He felt that this feeling...should not be called hose proficiency, but hose affinity.

Fang Huai actually became interested in the water belt, and the feeling of wanting to understand it more comprehensively arose spontaneously.

"Fang Huai? You need to do some exercise after running! Don't stand here, it's easy to catch a cold!"

Fang Huai, who was in a daze, was patted by He Zhijun and suddenly came back to his senses.

"Oh, okay, monitor!"

Fang Huai began to move his hands and feet on the spot, looked at He Zhijun's resolute face, thought for a while, and asked curiously.

"Squad leader, when you practice with a hose, do you have a feeling that you want to understand it? Its structure, structure, or even... you want to take it apart and take a look, and then sew it back on again or something?"

He Zhijun frowned and looked at his hands.

"Just practice! Keep practicing and form body memory! Oh... you mean repairing the hose, right? Usually the hose in the squadron always leaks or something. I often repair it. I just cut off a section and reconnect it!"

Fang Huai had a black line on his forehead.

Forget it, there is no way to communicate with such a pure tough guy.

(Oh, I stayed up all night. I caught a cold and my brain was groggy. I didn’t know what I wrote after I got up. I took a look and saw that the third chapter was a mess. I won’t post it for now. I’ll revise it after I get up.)