Military trucks brake sharply.

The girls in the car were knocked to the ground and fell upside down.

"Oh, it's all hurting, can you still drive? ”

"Why are you so barbaric? Really, we are not their field troops, so they need to treat us like this. ”

A shrill whistle interrupted their complaints, and the herald's voice roared, "All the men get out of the car and line up." ”

The bare and exposed loess land, the dense forests, and the potholed roads wind and turn in the dense forest.

Ning Jiashu jumped out of the jeep in front of him, took a firm step, stood on a high ground and looked down on the group of bewildered team members, and there was even a hint of a smile on his cold face, but this smile was so cunning that the girls closed their lips one by one, lowered their heads, and did not dare to make any sound.

"From here, go out and run and remember what I said yesterday, if anyone falls behind, all the personnel have to be trained. He wandered his gaze over their faces for a week, until he saw the girls' expressions of obedience and patience, and then nodded in satisfaction. He waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, let's go now and follow our instructor." ”

After saying that, he got into the car directly and started the car.

"......" didn't wait for a sigh. The instructors pinched their stopwatches and called out expressionlessly, "The timer begins." ”

An Ge ran with the team, and after a while, her strength was exhausted, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, weighing thousands of pounds, and there seemed to be a charcoal fire in her throat, which burned her breathlessly, and her chest was suffocated, and she couldn't breathe.

But she only gritted her teeth and ran relentlessly, the wind blew past her ears, the road under her feet bumped, and the branches of the trunk scraped against her face and arms, and her skin stinged.

She is like this, others are not much better, Xie Yuhong was behind her, stopped, bent over and gasped for breath on her knees, and muttered indistinctly: "Don't run, don't run, I'm going to die." ”

"Keep up. An Ge grabbed her arm and dragged her onto the road, dragging her on.

Ning Jiashu's words were like a knife carving, imprinted in her mind, "If someone falls behind, everyone must be trained." ”

He used this "sitting" method to force them to twist into a rope.

It's all grasshoppers on a rope, and no one can outrun anyone.

As if after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, this group of previously pampered girls stumbled, crawled to their destination, and fell to the ground one by one, panting for breath.

An Ge and Xie Yuhong supported each other and ran to the finish line with the last group of people.

"The last place also arrived, and the time was fifty-five minutes. It is necessary to train for another five kilometers. "The instructor has finished reporting the time.

"Take a 10-minute break and then train again. Ning Jiashu ordered simply.

There was a wail on the field.

An Ge couldn't care so much anymore, she fell to her knees as soon as her knees went limp, and she began to vomit.

She hadn't eaten at all in the morning, and at this time she vomited all the yellow-green water, her face was as white as paper, and her vision was blurred, and she couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat.

Just as she was bending over and vomiting and crying, there was an extra pair of military high boots in front of her, and before she could react, her cheeks were pinched and lifted up with her fingers.

It was Ning Jiashu's dark and deep eyes that collided head-on.

For a moment, An Ge saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes.

Exploring, scrutinizing, wanton, Zhang Yang, with a hint of the condescending gaze and pity of the tame.

An Ge met his gaze, biting his lip tightly, and swallowing the sour water that was about to overflow his throat.

Ning Jiashu looked at it for a while and let go of his fingers, his eyes drooped, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he said two words lazily to himself: "It's okay." ”

**

Half a month of devilish military training allowed An Ge's physical strength to exceed the original limit, and after the initial pain of being loveless, she found that she not only got used to it little by little, but also slowly accepted this simple and rough training method from the bottom of her heart.

This discovery was made during the rehearsals of the dance drama "Red Detachment of Women".

An Ge herself thinks that her performance style has always been elegant and soft, at most as elf-like lightness and liveliness, but "Red Detachment of Women" wants to show revolution, suffering, revenge, and class hatred.

This kind of relationship is foreign to her, and she can't even invest in it.

She listened to the same as others.

"I think we still have too few plays, and that's all there is to every time. ”

"Look at what dramas other people's dance groups are rehearsing, Daiyu Funeral Flowers, Liang Zhu, no matter how new it is, what about us......?

An Ge just wanted to roll his eyes when he heard it.

Nonsense! Who called us the army art troupe.

If you don't arrange a revolutionary model play, could it be that the men and women in the row want to die or live, commit suicide and martyrdom, so many singles soldiers are watching below, this is trying to shake the morale of the army?

Thinking of the words "shaking the heart of the army", Ning Jiashu's living Hades-like face appeared in her mind, domineering, indifferent, and unruly expression.

She suddenly realized.

Wu Qinghua and those female warriors also have this kind of temperament, stubborn, unwilling to accept their fate, in that cannibalistic society, a woman who is unwilling to be a slave, indomitable, and tries her best to overthrow the patriarchal society, fight for freedom, and change her destiny with her hands,

Thinking about it like this, she suddenly became brighter, and when she rehearsed the next day, her dancing posture contained more power, and her eyes became more determined and powerful.

After watching her dance, Teacher Liu nodded and said approvingly: "Yes, that's how it feels, if you continue to work hard, you can play Wu Qinghua." ”

An Ge leaned on the bar to wipe his sweat, Wan'er.

What she didn't expect was that what could make her have an epiphany was actually Ning Jiashu's living Hades.

……

The military training not only made An Ge have an epiphany, but also made the dance members of the art troupe feel like they were reborn.

When I went back to the practice room, no one complained about being tired, and it became a piece of cake to open shoulders, open hips, split forks, and press legs.

"Red Detachment of Women" is different from other dances, many dances with big knives and spears require more physical strength, and military training has laid a physical foundation for them, so that they can cope with it easily.

What surprised Yang Lixin even more was that there were a lot of small tricks between the little girls, and few people ran to him to mumble and report who was saying bad things about whom, and who was doing something.

Yang Lixin was relieved and felt lost at the same time, such a calm environment, is there also a lot of fun to struggle.

He met Ning Jiashu in the compound.

Hurriedly stepped forward and handed over a cigarette, set almost.

"Hey, what kind of methods do you say, introduce me, these girls have been obedient lately...... I'm so obedient that I'm fine. ”

Ning Jiashu bit the cigarette lightly with his teeth, and said with a smile: "What else can be done? ”

Yang Lixin was stunned: "Who? Who dares to call you that? I'll go back and clean her up." ”

Ning Jiashu's eyes narrowed, his expression was lazy, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, he patted Yang Lixin on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

Yang Lixin was stunned on the spot, and his tall figure in a navy blue military uniform walked away, and suddenly realized something.