Confinement.

It shows that you still have to save in the heart of the superior chief, otherwise you will be punished with a piece of paper, and no matter how good the soldier is, he will have to leave gloomily when the time is up.

It's just that some salvation is not good after all, so if there is a disease, it must be cured. As the so-called good medicine is bitter, this confinement is not so comfortable.

The Seventh Company does not have a dedicated confinement room, as it seems that there have been no thorns in the Seventh Company for many years that need to be managed by confinement. In a sense, Xiao Chen definitely broke the company's record.

The confinement room was temporarily converted into a utility room next to the staircase, and the people of the third class were cleaned up by Gao Cheng kicking his ass.

A camp bed, a stool, a plastic bucket, and books, paper and pens on the stool.

There are only a few things that belong to Xiao Chen.

In addition, the various household items that have been eliminated over the years occupy three-quarters of the space in the utility room in an orderly but crowded manner.

It can be said that the entire confinement room can only be turned over on the marching bed, and the place where the door is opened can be landed. When the door of the utility room was pulled shut, only the window at the head of the door poured in the sunlight refracted in the corridor, and Xiao Chen felt a silence.

Before coming in, Xiao Chen's collar flower epaulettes, shoelaces, and belts were all taken away.

In fact, Qilian didn't understand this stubble in the first place, because of Xiao Chen's appearance, he studied with other companies temporarily.

Rao is Gao Cheng is very optimistic about Xiao Chen, but he still regards it as a great shame. Seven days is already the maximum time limit that the company can decide to give to the soldier confinement, and if it is extended, it will be necessary to consult the regiment.

For Xiao Chen, this is definitely a painful lesson, but Xiao Chen does not regret it.

But what he didn't regret was his emotional outburst in front of Shi Jin and Xu Sanduo. But the reason why confinement makes many thorns like snakes and scorpions is definitely to regret one when they come in, and Xiao Chen is naturally no exception.

Human beings are social animals and need to interact with the external environment to maintain normal mental activities.

Many home-stay-at-home enthusiasts feel like they can stay at home for a month without going out, but confinement and staying at home are two different things entirely. Aside from all kinds of electronic devices and all kinds of entertainment materials, when encountering a situation like Xiao Chen, maybe the otaku culture family is the first to go crazy.

Someone once experimented that after isolating a person from the world, he would hallucinate within three days of his mental quality.

When the sunlight gradually dimmed and finally disappeared from the utility room completely, Xiao Chen finally felt the panic from the depths of his heart.

During the day, the utility room, which is not very soundproofed, can still hear footsteps going upstairs, the sound of frolicking, and the sound of neat and uniform slogans during training. But in the middle of the night, when everything is silent, the utility room seems to fall into an inexplicable vacuum.

Any time there is a sound, there will be an echo.

Even Xiao Chen could distinguish the sound of his own breathing in the air.

That kind of echo is like being followed by an invisible but real creature behind you, imitating your every move.

Empty, lying on the marching bed, Xiao Chen wanted to toss and turn, but he was afraid to toss and turn.

I held one position for two hours, but I didn't feel sleepy at all, I only felt that the numbness was eroding the body on the side of the bed little by little.

First the hip bones, then the legs, then the feet. Although his waist used silent soreness to resist this numbness, it was to no avail after all, and he was overwhelmed by a torrent, completely losing contact with Xiao Chen's feelings.

If you continue like this, you will go crazy.

It's a desire for self-preservation from within.

Xiao Chen sat up in an instant, crushing the fragile marching bed into a piercing wail. A complex refraction of sound instantly occurred in the utility room, and after pouring into Xiao Chen's ears, it became a melody equivalent to the atmosphere of a horror movie.

You have to find something to do for yourself.

In many military film and television dramas I watched in my previous life, all the protagonists got when they were confined were empty rooms and spacious open spaces.

So they are able to resolve this contradiction of self-consciousness through various physical exercises. But their conditions are obviously much worse than theirs, and it is completely impossible to engage in physical fitness.

Thinking about it, there is no place to learn from the previous experience. But thinking of the two days when he came down from the parallel bars, Xiao Chen suddenly had an idea.

The biggest difference between myself and those protagonists may be that I have memorized a lot of things over the years. When they were able to train before, they could only exist as a useless thing in memory.

But now in such a quiet environment, it is not suitable to take them out and look back.

It's not to study hard every day, it's just to find something for yourself that can divert your attention, so that your senses don't always get entangled in the environment. Even if you can't fully focus on it, it's good to be able to dedicate some of your attention.

The memories of the two lives add up, but the memories of the prodigy in this life are clearer.

Xiao Chen chose to memorize the text.

No matter how later generations of keyboard warriors criticized the selection of texts in various editions of Chinese textbooks, Xiao Chen had to admit that the works that could be selected were definitely linked to literature. The greatest value of literature is that it expresses a thought or spirit.

Whether it's childlike fun or indignation, reciting it in this environment is actually extending more things that have nothing to do with the text.

A story will allow Xiao Chen to begin to review the author's life experience, and then analyze why he wrote and why he used that word according to the pattern of answering questions in the college entrance examination. Anyway, there are no grading teachers, so naturally there is no doubt about over-interpretation.

If one is not enough, then two.

The spirit of studying literature can certainly play a refreshing role, but after experiencing spiritual ups and downs, Xiao Chen fell asleep completely before he finished studying three poems.

It wasn't until the special rhythm of the wake-up call came into Xiao Chen's dream through the wall that he rubbed his eyes.

I have to say, it's a really good idea.

Although Xiao Chen dreamed of returning to the college entrance examination room, the one hundred and fifty test papers were all poetry appreciation, but when he opened his eyes and saw the faint light through the doors and windows, and he confirmed that there was no mental unhappiness, Xiao Chen knew that this method worked.

found a way to deal with the claustrophobic environment, Xiao Chen was naturally in a good mood.

But when the guards came in with breakfast, looking at the sumptuous food, Xiao Chen began to frown again.

"Brother, can you eat less these days?"

They were all comrades-in-arms of a company, and the guards were naturally a little puzzled. He had heard from other people in the company that he must eat and drink well when he was locked up, otherwise he would be more likely to have mental problems. But now Xiao Chen is not crazy, how can he not think about it like this.

Until Xiao Chen pointed to the plastic bucket under the marching bed a little helplessly.