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This yell attracted more than half of the people in the room. A dozen stunned green men formed a circle, opened their mouths to look at the dark blue extended night sanitary napkin that was thrown flying on the suitcase, and at Ji Tong. , with wonderful expressions.

After a deathly silence, one of them took the lead in raising a thumbs up: "You guys are awesome."

Passing by a lingerie store, you can imagine the wrong age, but someone is wearing sanitary napkins during military training. The reason is unknown, but it's really awesome.

Ji Tong shakes his hand to reveal an afterimage, his face full of horror: "No, no, I didn't bring it! I don't know why it's in my box! It might be my mother! No, it can't be my brother!"

Everyone gasped: "Your brother still uses this?"

"I don't know, maybe, maybe, there's something wrong with him!"

Ji Tong's head turned rapidly, it is very likely that Liang Yuchen would put this thing in his suitcase.No, 100% is Liang Yuchen.

But what on earth did he want to ruin himself with two packs of sanitary napkins?

Someone made a weak rescue: "Is it hemorrhoids?"

"That's right..." With a red face on his face, he couldn't care less about explaining to others for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call someone Liang who put him in a situation of inhumanity, injustice, and injustice.

"What?" The instructor's voice sounded from the outside, "You are so tight around the landlord? Yo!"

Everyone withdrew their faces subtly, and he stretched his head, looked at the sanitary napkin for a moment, and asked myopia: "Your?"

Myopia threw away the sanitary napkin and shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no."

"Oh..." The instructor put his hands behind his back, turned his head and stared at Ji Tong with a half-smile, "Your?"

"..." Ji Tong gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes."

Whatever they think, he was framed.

The air is quiet, and everyone is waiting for free drama.

"Excellent, young man." The instructor suddenly stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder twice, "You are well prepared, you even know how to use tampons as insoles. Tell me, is this the experience taught to you by your seniors?"

Everyone was struck by lightning.

Ji Tong also opened his mouth slightly.When what, as an insole?

"But you..." The instructor held the sanitary napkin up to the light and looked carefully at the words on the packaging bag, "18 packs, that's too much! Do you plan to distribute it to the younger students?"

Several onlookers looked at me and I looked at you. Monk Zhang Er was puzzled and asked hesitantly: "Instructor, can this sanitary napkin be used as an insole?"

"Of course," the instructor skillfully opened the package while speaking, took out a piece, and took off the shoes to demonstrate on the spot. "The sole of the rubber shoe is hard, but this thing is comfortable and sweat-absorbing, and it's such a pad inside! Hey, it's so soft!"

After finishing speaking, he was not polite, and took another piece of pad into the other shoe, seeming very satisfied.

Seeing how well he spoke, someone was about to move.Someone poked Ji Tong's shoulder from behind: "Student, can I share two pieces? I'll buy it from you."

Ji Tong raised his eyes with a face that had not subsided from the fever, and seeing the rest of the people looking at him expectantly, he slowly straightened his back: "It's not impossible, anyway, I have two packs..."

"Then you'll sell me two too!" Another person was tempted, "My shoes are just too big!"

"And me and me, my feet sweat the most!"

This novelty aroused everyone's strange curiosity, and everyone wanted to try what it would be like to use a girl's tampon as an insole.Everyone looted for a while, and quickly divided up the whole bag, and Ji Tong refused to sell the remaining bag.Because seeing this thing become a favorite, he couldn't bear it, the military training had to be changed after several weeks, right?

After such a small episode, Ji Tong's name was yelled in this Datong shop.Someone asked him how he thought of bringing this in advance, and he had to say that his brother helped prepare it, and he didn't know it beforehand.

The only children exclaimed, "Your brother is quite well-informed."

Ji Tong is modest: "It's the valuable experience of those who have come here."

On the way down the stairs, he and two or three friends he had just met happily hooked up shoulder to shoulder, saw the pine outside the window lattice of the stairs, and for some reason suddenly thought of Liang Yuchen.

Always tall and straight back, broad and flat shoulders, like a tree blown by wind and rain, inserted straight into the soil, but the roots are winding.

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However, relying solely on such a pair of unique insoles, it is of course impossible to live comfortably in this military training base.Poor food, hot weather, strict training, and lack of sleep, each one is enough for him to drink a pot of succulents in the greenhouse, let alone four or five to greet him.

Cracking his fingers every day, Ji Tong couldn't bear it before he finished cracking his hands.After training in the evening, he tucked the small bench under his arm and found a deserted corner to sit with his legs huddled and wanted to call home.

Small green grasshoppers flew under the lamp, his shadow was cast on the ground, and the street lamp was covered high like a hat.

The phone rang twice, and he couldn't wait to call: "Mom..."

"Baby Tongtong," came an affectionate call from the other side, and then the sound of the TV became quieter, "Why haven't you called back in the past two days?"

Upon hearing this title, Ji Tong almost burst into tears, and his speech also brought a crying tone.

"Mom, I suffered from heatstroke the day before yesterday, and I don't have the energy to talk on the phone..."

There was a bowl of ice grapes on the coffee table, and Ms. Hu was using a piece of white buffalo horn to scrape her neck.

"What's going on, why did you suddenly have heatstroke, is it serious?"

"I don't have the energy to make a phone call, can it be serious?" He didn't bother to report good news and not bad news, and he had to complain if he had troubles, "I haven't eaten well these two days."

"How did it work?!" His mother put the scraping board aside, and raised her voice, "You train so hard every day, won't your body collapse if you don't eat?"

As soon as Ji Tong heard the word training, his scalp tingled, and he couldn't bear it any longer, and began to complain like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

"Mom, you can't even imagine how dirty it is here." He choked up and sniffed hard, "After eating, I have to clean the dish basin by myself, and the dish soap is mixed with water, so it can't be cleaned at all. It's still greasy and disgusting, and I have to eat it for the second meal!"

"Also, the canteen here is as if it has been robbed. There is nothing but Mai Lisu and instant noodles. I want to make bread noodles, but the boiling water is not hot enough. Soaking them for 5 minutes is still raw..."

Fuck over there "Yo", "Huh?", "Tsk", "Is that so?".

"It's not an exaggeration at all. Also, the toilet here..." When he mentioned this, he wanted to cry the most. "The toilet here is actually a dry toilet! I'm going crazy..."

Every morning when he went to the toilet, he wanted to strangle himself to death, so that he would not have to smell the smell and squat side by side in the pit.

"This is a bit too much..." His mother picked up the grapes and wanted to eat them, but when she heard this, she suddenly wanted to wash them again.

"Mom..." He was overwhelmed, tears were streaming down his face, and he said, sobbing, "I want to go back... I want to eat your cooking... I also want to eat popsicles..."

While crying, he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his camouflage uniform. After wiping, he tore it away in disgust and asked, "Aren't you eating fruit?"

He also wants to eat.

"Cough." Hu Aihua said, "No, I'm preparing lessons."

At first, she was simply holding the mentality of watching her son's excitement, but after all, it was her own, and she couldn't help but feel her heart ache when she heard him cry so miserably. Coaxed people away.

After hanging up the phone, she sighed faintly at Putao: "Little bastard has suffered this time."

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Over there at the base.

Ji Tong was in a better mood after venting, and returned to the dormitory after blowing the cool breeze for another half an hour on the training ground, and fell asleep after touching the pillow.Early the next morning, he got up again in a military posture, walked forward, went to the cafeteria to grab steamed buns under the sun, and shared the same box of rice with his roommates to sweep away the beef sauce.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, everyone stood up in the cafeteria and sang two songs. Ten people gathered around the washbasin and ate everything, and each went out to wash the dishes with a stainless steel basin.

The faucet at the base doesn't work well either, I don't know if it's intentional, the water is very fine, and so is the shower head in the bathroom. At 06:30, after queuing up to take a 10-minute combat bath, Ji Tong felt that he was alive, changed into clean clothes and walked back with the bath basket.

"Which one is Ji Tong! Ji Tong from the French department!" the instructor yelled from a distance, "Someone is looking for you at the gate!"

No one has ever come here, one is because of partiality, and the other is because the parents are strict in control by default, and feel that they will not see each other when they come, and there is no need to come here specially after a month is over.

Everyone was quite surprised, and Ji Tong also turned around and looked over in surprise.

"Which one is Ji Tong?"

"Me." He raised his hand.

"From the French Department of the Outer Court?"

He nodded again ignorantly.The instructor flapped his hands in the air like trying to catch ducks: "Go to the door, Ximen, someone is looking for it, and they say it's your senior brother. It seems that they want to give you something."

Brother?

He was at a loss, so he had to hand over the bath basket to his roommate to take home.

As he walked towards the west gate, he guessed that he had just entered the school for military training, so he didn't know any seniors, and he even came to give him something.

Before he could guess who it was, Simon was already right in front of him.A man was waiting beside the sentry post, with his back turned to him, tall and straight like a tree.

It was Liang Yuchen, wearing a white t-shirt without any patterns on the back, and a pair of khaki overalls shorts with white sneakers underneath, revealing the lean and muscular calf muscles.

What is he here for?Didn't they ignore each other?

They haven't even sent a text message these days.

Ji Tong paused and straightened his camouflage uniform involuntarily.After straightening it out, he opened his mouth, wanted to call his name, but held back. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over and patted that smooth shoulder.

Liang Yuchen turned around, and the moment he saw him, his expression changed slightly, and then it returned to a calm lake.

Ji Tong was a little at a loss, not sure what the other party was thinking.The two were still arguing the night they separated, but now that they met suddenly, they didn't know whether to continue the quarrel or make up.He put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked down at the familiar pair of fake sneakers on Liang Yuchen's feet, and asked unnaturally, "What are you doing here?"

"Your mother asked me to come." Liang Yuchen's voice was a little hoarse, as if he lacked water.

The tone of this sentence is not very good, it sounds like it is emphasizing that if your mother won't let me come, I won't come.

Ji Tong kicked the small gravel on the road, and kicked a sharp-edged stone several meters away, and his voice became muffled: "Then why do you say it's my brother? Just say it's you."

In fact, what he wanted to say was: Just say it was my brother, and that’s all.But he seemed ashamed, and he couldn't say those two words, so he could only slur them in another way.

Behind Liang Yuchen was the setting sun, his face was blurred in the backlight, he didn't speak, just let him hang out.

All he could do was wait.

After waiting for a while, knowing that Liang Yuchen must still be angry with him, Ji Tong felt an inexplicable grievance in addition to being disappointed, and asked angrily, "What do you mean by not talking. You find me annoying and hate talking to me?"

After finishing speaking, the pair of eyes did not look at people, but only at the dust and gravel on the ground.

Liang Yuchen's body didn't move, his voice flooded up like water: "You said it yourself, I'm not your brother, so I'll change my title."