The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 135, Do you use it yourself? (Please subscribe!)

   If we say that the year of the college entrance examination is "prison", then going to college is "released".

   But only after the sacred military training shedding ceremony can it be regarded as a "release after serving a sentence" in the true sense.

   In March 1993, the above-mentioned "Minutes of the Meeting on the Study of Military and Political Training Issues for Freshmen" clearly stipulated that the military training will directly enter the campus from the fall of this year, and the military training time will be changed from one year to about one month.

   This period of "about one month" has been extended to later generations.

   Old-fashioned military training uniforms are very dirty and ugly.

   Zhang Xuan touched the hard Jiefang shoes, and then looked at his pink and tender feet.

   Very anxious.

   No way, he decided to sneak out to the grocery store outside to buy sanitary pads.

   But the nerve-wracking thing is that he doesn't understand the **** thing about sanitary napkins?

  Which size is more suitable for my size 42 shoes?

   Facing the rows of sanitary napkins on the display case, my heart really beats…

   After all, I bought a short spacer and a foot.

   Did you buy a big one? It is possible to take a straight step and come out from behind while walking.

   What if a sanitary napkin suddenly appeared on the playground?

  !

   Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of men and women and hundreds of pairs of eyes, a sanitary napkin suddenly fell from his body, think about the situation!

   Niang Xipi's!

   Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle, and I can't say that I should be given a nickname.

   Hygiene brother?

   Brother Towel?

  Bah! Must not, must not!

   Looking eagerly at all kinds of styles, Zhang Xuan hesitated for a while, and finally decided to take two large-sized bags.

  The size is too big, and the big deal is to cut it with scissors.

   Well, I can think of such a method, the old man is really a genius!

  The idea has been made, ready to reach for it.

   It's just that when he just got it, a chuckle suddenly came from the side.

   Zhang Xuan frowned, and when he looked sideways, he found that he was still an old acquaintance, Little Eleven.

   At this moment, people are looking at him with a half-smile expression.

   Zhang Xuan asked subconsciously, "You also came to buy this?"

   Little Eleven nodded with a smile, his eyes flashed, and he said slowly, "Are you buying it for yourself?"

  “…”

   There is nothing wrong with this question, isn’t it just for my own use when I buy it?

   But why does that sound weird?

Why is    so ambiguous?

   Zhang Xuan's face was embarrassed, looking at a reserved woman who was serious and smiling slightly, he almost vomited old blood, his mother thought she had heard it wrong.

   Such a beautiful girl, how can she say such crazy words?

   Seeing him looking at him with a constipated expression, Little Eleven's eyes flashed again. He looked at the two packs of sanitary napkins he was holding, and asked calmly:

   "What size shoes do you wear?"

   Zhang Xuan replied: "42."

  Xiao Eleven stretched out his slender fingers, pointed to the sanitary napkin on the display cabinet, and said:

   "240mm is equal to 38 size shoes, 245mm is equal to 39 size shoes, 250mm is equal to 40 size shoes, like this 275mm is about 45 size shoes."

   Zhang Xuan understood, but was speechless.

  You are a girl, what are you showing off? Let's just say that 5mm is equal to one size, and a 260mm sanitary napkin is enough for a 42-size shoe?

   With various slanders in his heart, he still said sincerely on the surface: "Thank you."

   After saying thanks, Zhang Xuan put back the oversized sanitary napkin in his hand, and took two more boxes of 260mm to leave.

   At this time, Little Eleven asked curiously, "Which class are you in?"

   Zhang Xuan replied: "Manage 2 classes."

   Then he asked, "How about you?"

   Little Eleven replied, "I'm also in class 2."

   Then she said with a smile, "It seems that we are still destined, see you later."

   Zhang Xuan nodded: "See you later."

  …

   "Several years of practice have proved that the decision of the central government is correct, and the effect of military training is good. At present, my country's reform and opening up and economic construction have entered a new stage of development, and the development of higher education has also accelerated..."

  At the new military training mobilization meeting, with the speech of the school leader, the military training came as promised.

   There are 47 people in 2 classes, 16 boys and 31 girls.

  As soon as everyone arrived at the training ground, all kinds of gods unfolded. The boys looked at the girls secretly, and the girls glanced at the boys from time to time.

  Although Wei Zisen, Wan Jun and Li Zheng were very happy in the dormitory.

   But once he arrived at the training ground, he still put on the true colors of the times, and became a good student who was simple and cute, and he couldn't let go of all restraint.

   Indistinctly, there is still a conservative barrier between men and women.

   is going to be put on hold for future generations, so take a look. When young teenagers with strong hormones meet a mature girl, they always try to make a spark. It is absolutely necessary to have a QQ account today, a WeChat account tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow to call someone to sing ktv.

   Then, fail, change target...

   Or eating, sleeping, fighting, breaking up…

  As the times change, everything is so taken for granted.

  Think about it, think about it, it's still a good year!

  Everyone is so honest and not so hostile. As for disobeying discipline, or fighting with the instructor, it is impossible to happen.

   The sun was glowing red and hung in the air like a **** of death, and 47 skewers were sizzling underneath, steaming, oily, and sweating.

  Everyone stand in a military posture, take a straight step, stand upright for a while, turn back and forth, left and right, squat down and stand up. Or sit in a circle and sing.

   Zhang Xuan's mood at the moment is very complicated, painful and happy. I went through another military training, and at the same time it felt so interesting, it was also so hard.

As a human being again, in the face of the tide of the big era, Zhang Xuan feels like a little ant. He must let go of his mentality, let go of his burden, and fully integrate into this angular world. Only then can he have a sense of existence and find his own position. , Where is the point of life.

   He cannot exist as an individual, it must exist as a pixel in it.

  Although Zhang Xuan has this kind of mental awareness to let go of everything and re-juvenile.

   But at this moment, I can't help but think, if someone can't hold on, it would be nice to be punished for singing and dancing.

   He likes to see others being punished the most. If he sings well and dances well, he will not be stingy to shout out loud.

  If you don't have any of these, you can do sit-ups and run around the playground!

   It's a big deal, someone's willpower is low, it's okay to cry, at least it's distracting, right?

   It's really too stuffy, too hot, the whole person is like being sunk in deep water, almost suffocating!

  Maybe he is really the son of God.

  Zhang Xuancai thought so in his heart, and there was a white and tender girl named Mo who was trembling in her calf and could not stand still.

   "Plop" and fell.

   then crashed.

  When the girl was helped to rest in the shade, the girl surnamed Mo burst into tears, gritted her silver teeth and shouted, "I want to repeat the study! I want to go home to repeat the study! I want to retake the exam! Woohoo..."

  The instructor is popular with the boy Rayleigh, and it is forbidden. But for this kind of girl who cried, made trouble and hanged herself, she was helpless, and there was nothing she could do.

   Later, Lu Ni, the guide, came to relieve the embarrassment of this rough man.

  Lu Ni first comforted him with a good voice, but it was useless.

In the end, he had to hit the hammer, and Lu Ni waved his hand and said, "It's alright, don't cry! Even if you go to Tsinghua University and Peking University, you will still need military training. What does such an adult cry like? What kind of trouble is this? Do you want everyone to see a joke?"

   Sure enough, Lu Ni's words were still lethal. The girl wiped her tears for a while, and then reluctantly returned to the queue.

   The instructor is young, but he looks gentle and even cute.

  A boy asked the instructor: "Why do you turn left and right?"

   Instructor said: "Only in this way can the sun be more evenly exposed."

   The bolder girl asked, "Instructor, what's your landline number?"

   Instructor replied: "110."

  The girl asked: "What's the zip code?"

   Instructor said: "123456."

  The girl complained: "Instructor, you treat me as a three-year-old child?"

   Instructor said: "Military secret."

   Suffering on the training ground during the day, and returning to the dormitory at night can not be peaceful.

   Every morning at 5:30, the military training whistle sounded like a talisman on time.

   Accompanied by the students tidying up, through the hazy eye mucus, they hurriedly folded the quilts and clothes, folded them into tofu blocks, and tied them with bandages.

   Then, the washbasin, kettle, toothbrush, toothbrush, and toothbrush were gathered together, and the shoelaces were tangled randomly.

   is really miserable.

   During the military training, everyone's appetite seemed to be swollen, and they were very old-fashioned.

  I usually cook a bowl of rice, but at this time I can cook one and a half bowls, or even two bowls.

  I can usually eat two bowls, but it is not uncommon to eat three bowls at this time.

  Noon, canteen.

   When you enter the cafeteria, all meals are in a big pot. Zhang Xuanai eats meat, all the meat dishes, and a bowl of free soup. After sitting down, he said to everyone in the dormitory:

   "Did you see that? That northeastern girl is here to eat again. Let's bet on how many buns she eats this time, and the loser voluntarily drinks 2 enamel tanks of water."

   After half a month, everyone finally found fun in this boring life.

   There is a northeastern girl in the class, she is 178, relatively stout, and the food intake during military training is super scary.

  Wei Zisen liked this entertainment part the most, and happily said, "I'll come first, this time I'll guess 8 buns."

   Wan Jun said: "Seven."

   Li Zheng said: "I guess 7 too."

   Shen Fan took a peek at the girl from the Northeast not far away, thought about it, and guessed: "9."

   "Oh..." Everyone was frightened by this number and couldn't believe it!

   Then Ou Ming said: "I am more optimistic about Lao Shen's idea, but I don't guess 9. I guess 8 like Lao Wei."

   After finishing speaking, Ou Ming followed the group to look at Zhang Xuan, and he was the only one left to guess.

   Zhang Xuan took a sip of the soup and said, "Don't look at it, I'm sure to win today, I guess 10 or more."

   Hearing this terrifying number, everyone's eyes dropped.

   Then the meal didn't even bother to eat well, so they all secretly glanced at the corner of the cafeteria, and secretly watched the girl from the Northeast eat.

  I saw fist-sized buns, and the Northeastern girl first ate 5 of them in one go.

   Seeing this, Wan Jun and Li Zhengchang who guessed 7 numbers were both regretful.

   But what is it? What kind of?

  The Northeastern girl calmly and leisurely drank the soup to moisten her throat. She seemed to be fine, so she picked up 3 more and ate them.

   Guess 8 Wei Zisen's faces are drawing!

  Ou Ming also regretted the beginning, and repeatedly said that he should follow Shen Fan to guess 9.

  Shen Fan didn't have much confidence at this time, he said melancholy: "I feel something is wrong with Peng Shanshan today. The rhythm of eating steamed buns is not so fast."

   Of course it's not right, because they didn't eat breakfast today, don't ask how Zhang Xuan knew it, it's just that Peng Shanshan and Xiao Shi are in the same dormitory.

   The ninth bun, Shen Fan withered.

   The tenth bun, Zhang Xuan smiled happily.

   The 11th steamed bun, everyone was silent.

   The 12th bun, everyone in the dormitory was dumbfounded!

   Fuck her motherfucker!

  Is this girl still human?

Is    human?

   is a rice bucket! Sun Fucheng is a rice bucket of that level!

   After eating, Zhang Xuan leisurely watched the 5 people in the dormitory lined up in a row, each drinking two enamel tanks of tap water, feeling very comfortable.

   Great revenge must be avenged!

   A few days ago, I was miserable. Two enamel tanks run water every day, rain or shine.

  Hoo! Finally turned over and became the master!

  Zhang Xuan stretched his waist, his energy was indescribably refreshing.

   At the training ground, Little Eleven came over and asked him quietly, "Did you win today?"

   Zhang Xuan said: "I won, thank you."

   In the entire military training, political education occupies a large part of the content. In addition to taking courses on modern Chinese history and ideological and political education, everyone also has to study "M-selection" and "D-selection" every night, and write reading notes, one article a day.

   Zhang Xuan took it as an opportunity to practice calligraphy, and repeatedly copied "On Protracted War", but the pen calligraphy remained unchanged.

   In addition, they also sang songs to each other, shouting "Unity is Strength", as if whoever has a louder voice can be more appreciated.

   Zhang Xuan was late once because he delivered water to his daughter-in-law. He was targeted by the instructor and forced to sing a song.

   sang Leslie Cheung's "Silence is Gold". First, everyone sang silence, and then the girls collectively climaxed, and then it became a chorus.

  Wei Zisen showed off a disco show coquettishly. When dancing, he glanced at a girl in class 1 next door, a girl who was only pretty but had a very outstanding temperament.

   Later, Zhang Xuan and a few others found out that the girl's name was Liu Siming, who was also a native of Yangcheng, and was Wei Zisen's high school classmate.

   Several people in the dormitory blocked Wei Zisen into the corner and pressed him: "Tell me, be lenient when you confess, and be strict when you resist."

   Wei Zisen was forced to do nothing, so he shouted: "I said I said, I came to CUHK for Liu Siming, otherwise I will go to NPC!"

   Zhang Xuan and Li Zheng looked at each other, laughed and sneered: "Yo, I can't see that they are still a lover."

   Zhang Xuan finally knew the real name of Little Eleven, Su Jinyu.

  Because of her outstanding appearance and temperament, the animals in the two square formations frequently took the opportunity to jeer. In order to quell the public anger, the instructor named her a talent show.

   Little Eleven went up generously and sang a song. It sings Qiu Haizheng's "The One Who Loves Me and the One I Love".

At the moment when the   singing sounded, several square formations collectively dropped needles. I don't know whether it is the beautiful singing that has infected everyone, or the beauty of Little Eleven that has washed everyone away. This is what the benevolent sees benevolence, and the wise sees wisdom.

  Every night at 7:00, everyone should go to the classroom to watch "News Network" on time.

   And after the instructor left, Wei Zisen and Li Zheng would always secretly tune to Hong Kong TV to listen to Ye Yuqing sing, Zhou Huimin sing, and Liming sing.

   During the military training, the freshmen had a very low laugh and laughed easily. Sometimes they laughed when they didn’t know something, and Zhang Xuan was always confused.

  The wind and rain turn into flowers, time can’t catch up with the white horse, are you still holding on to the dream words in your young palm? Clouds surging into summer... no military training, no youth.

   On the night of the military training, the big guy finished his graduation with laughter and tears in the form of "group photo", "farewell", "break-up meal" and so on.

   Zhang Xuan has always felt that university military training is rough, dazed, confused, formalized, passive, and depressing.

   But when people think about it again in middle age, it is a funny, childish and even joyful January. Can't forget, can't rot, can't be changed, can't get around, just lie there, lie in youth.

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