One day, I turned to a small alley and saw a few girls dressed in fair clothes waving to me at the mouth of the alley. I didn't know what they were doing, so I walked over. When one of the girls saw me walking up to them, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Little brother, do you want to have fun?"

I had never seen the world, but I had never eaten pork, I had never seen a pig walk? I was going to have fun, too, when a few of my classmates came over.

I hurried away from them and walked the other way. Even though I didn't do that with the girl that time, she let me know that there was xx in that place. I'm going to go to that place this time. However, Nanyang is more than 100 miles away from home, how can you lie to your parents, and then where to get money?

Reader, let me tell you, I have private money. Because I was twenty-three years old, and my father always held on to the money and wouldn't give me a penny, I was selfish. When I was helping the family sell cotton, my father asked me to collect the money because it was far away.

After I received the money, I made a false account. But I was very careful, and every time I made a little less, and the more times I did, I saved up to 150 yuan in private money. This time it came in handy.

But how am I going to lie to my parents? In the midst of the crisis, one day I met a man with whom I had participated in militia training, and he had not yet married and asked me to go to his house to play. I declined his invitation, but came up with a reason to lie to my parents.

When I got home, I told my father that I wanted to go to a friend's house for two days. My father said that it was farming time anyway, and no one would care if you wanted to go wherever you wanted.

Oh, and before I go, I want to tell readers about an incident that happened while I was training for the militia. To be honest with you, if my junior high school diploma hadn't been taken away by that fellow in Zhumadian when I was wandering, I might still be a veteran by now.

If I had been through a barracks for a while, maybe I would have become a writer more easily. Because there are two contemporary writers I know who have served as soldiers, one is Februaryhe, and the other is Mo Yan, who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2012.

What I want to talk to you about now is my life when I was training in the militia. At that time, the county armed forces department would ask each village for two reserve militiamen in the tenth month of the lunar calendar every year. After the militia has been trained, the best ones are selected and sent to serve as soldiers.

If I were to tell you how I got to the People's Armed Forces, how I trained, and how I fought with a colleague over a trivial matter, not only would it not make much sense, but you would also find it tedious. There is only one thing I want to tell you, and it is the one thing that impresses me the most.

That's when we were coming to the end of training. We have completed the platoon training and gun dismantling training, and the written knowledge of target shooting has also been completed, and finally it is time for the live-fire exercise.

For fear of injuring innocent people, a cordon was set up near the shooting range early in the morning. In addition, a militia company commander was stationed there at each junction to tell people not to pass near the range.

After some careful and meticulous arrangement, the target shooting finally began. We were using a Type 53 machine gun, with three single shots per person, six bursts, and then we looked at the number of rings. The militia members were led by the militia company commander of their village.

When we got to the range, we were divided into pairs and started shooting. After a few colleagues finished fighting, it was finally my turn and another colleague, Wang Yuntai. Our squad leader asked him to hit first, and I was on the side to supervise.

He was optimistic about the three-point line, then pulled the trigger, and three bullets were shot out with a "click". The sound of the machine gun was particularly loud, so to speak, deafening. I don't even know if I'll be able to stand the shot when he waits for a burst or if I'm shooting my own target.

So, I thought of a crooked door, and I crumpled the toilet paper on my body into two small balls and stuffed them into both ears, so that I didn't have to worry about gunshots.

When it was not my turn to operate with live ammunition, no one else noticed or saw it, but when I had just climbed to the ground and was about to shoot, the deputy director of the People's Armed Forces Department came to inspect.

When he saw that I had something stuffed in my ears, he scolded our squad leader, and after being scolded, the squad leader came to me and said to me with a straight face: "Why are you plugging your ears?" Like you, who are even afraid of gunfire, how can you become a soldier, how can you go to the battlefield to fight?"

After hearing this, I hurriedly pulled out the toilet paper from my ear.

At this time, the shooting range was quiet, and even the air seemed to stop flowing. Our militia was engrossed in the crosshairs, ready to shoot at the target.

At this moment, a militia company commander who was watching the target suddenly jumped out of the ditch for some reason. We saw him beckoning from afar, and he probably had something to say.

But, in spite of all the great things, he could not jump out of the ditch at this moment, because everyone was aiming, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

If one of the militiamen had fired in a slightly wrong direction, the bullet would have passed through his chest. At this time, the deputy minister who had just trained me was so frightened that his face changed color. Suddenly, he lost his voice and shouted, "Comrades, don't shoot!

Because he was speaking out in a hurry, we all heard it. Everyone stopped aiming and sat up. When the minister saw us like this, he walked around with confidence. 、

When it was confirmed that no one was continuing to lie on the ground and aim, he walked towards the target. We only saw him and the militia company commander who jumped out of the ditch pointing fingers and feet, and the man jumped down the ditch.

The man jumped into the ditch before the minister turned over and came to us.

When I think about it, I feel scared. Did you say that militia company commander had confused the ghost? If you don't come out early or late, you have to jump out when everyone is ready to shoot. If that militiaman pulls the trigger, won't his life be over?

That's one thing I'm going to tell you. The militia company commander was almost killed. Later, when we asked him, he said that he wanted to help him because he saw a target that was crooked, so he stood up.

When he stepped forward, he waved to all of us and told us not to shoot. But what he didn't expect was that we were so far away, how could we hear him. Of course, this happened before. If it's now, just dial your phone.

All in all, it was a very thrilling affair.

I'll go back to you now and tell you about my visit to Courtyard X. I lied to my parents and took the bus to Nanyang Railway Station. Since it was still early, I was walking around the train station. I also went to the technical school where I studied cooking, and there was no one in it, so it was probably closed.

I went all the way to that little alley in the evening. Because I know that it's more fun to live x life at night. Sure enough, I came to the mouth of the alley, and sure enough, I saw a girl again.

However, time has passed, and this girl is no longer the same as before. She is not tall, she is very plainly dressed, and she does not wear heavy makeup. It looks like he's only seventeen or eighteen years old. Being xx at such a young age, who knows what she thinks in her heart, whether his parents know that she is doing this business.

With that in mind, I deliberately approached her. She really got close to me, tugged at the corner of my clothes, and asked, "Little brother, do you want to have fun?" and "How much?" I asked. "Thirty. The girl said. When he finished, I nodded in agreement.

I followed her to a house. The house was three stories high, and the doors were all made of aluminum. When I got to the door, I saw a large man sitting at a table. The girl pushed the door open, and I followed her inside.

She turned back to me and said, "Give him the money." She said, looking up at the man at the table. I gave the man thirty dollars. After I finished paying the money, I saw the girl standing at the top of the stairs waiting for me.

I followed her up to the second floor. We came to room 201 and I turned on the light. At this point, I was somehow nervous, and I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my throat.

The thought of doing that with a girl, the thought of entering a new world, makes me so excited.

This book is from the Book King