In the early hours of the morning, the northwest wind was still blowing in the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, and the dilapidated window in the dormitory still occasionally let out a hard moan.

Zhang Junbao got up from the bed with a frown, and then quietly got off the ground.

"There's time to fix that broken door and broken window."

As he got dressed, his mind was thinking about his future days.

You always have to give yourself something to do, so that you can live your life to the fullest, and at least let yourself have the motivation to stay here.

Quietly opened the door, Zhang Junbao stood tiptoeing outside the door, but did not open the broken cotton curtain at the door.

The cold northwest wind blew on his body, and through the thin sweater, Zhang Junbao, who had just gotten up, suddenly got goosebumps.

After scanning the veterans around the room and seeing that they were not awakened, he put down his heart that was hanging in his throat.

After closing the door, Zhang Junbao stood in the small courtyard and moved his body a few times, and then rushed directly into the grassland.

"What did that stupid boy do? Also sneaky. ”

"Anyway, if I don't have breakfast, I'll hammer him to death."

"This kid is getting lazy now, and the quilts are not folded, which is interesting."

"Huh."

There was a sneer in the originally silent dormitory, and after several veterans glanced at Zhang Junbao's quilt, they all lay down and got into the quilt.

It's as if none of them cared about the performance of this waste recruit.

Zhang Junbao was alone on the vast grassland, standing under the yellow sandy sky, he couldn't even tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

The only fixed coordinates within his line of sight were the dilapidated brick houses of Class 13.

At a distance of 300 meters from Class 13, he found a small path with clear footprints, which were the traces of people walking out.

AROUND THIS NARROW DIRT ROAD LESS THAN 80CM WIDE, ZHANG JUNBAO BEGAN HIS FIRST MORNING EXERCISE AFTER THE RECRUIT LEFT THE COMPANY.

There is no concrete runway with regimental headquarters, and there are no flowers and green grass.

All that's there is is an endless stretch of yellow sand and a lonely dormitory of Class 13.

Less than three minutes after running for "Woohoohoo", his breathing became heavy.

Since the recruit company, his physical fitness has been like this, he can breathe like a dead man within a kilometer.

"When you run, take three steps and breathe, and breathe in three steps, and adjust your rhythm."

"Close your mouth, breathe through your nose and exercise your lungs."

Zhou Tao's fucking guy seemed to appear beside him again, and the familiar words and the familiar emphasis always made Zhang Junbao want to rush up and fuck him.

But he couldn't beat the "little man," and he couldn't even catch up with him.

Zhang Junbao slowed down his pace, slowly adjusted his breathing rate, his head was heavy, and the feeling of tightness in his chest gradually lessened.

When he ran to the door of Class 13 again, his sweat was already soaking through his underwear.

Wiping a handful of sweat from the corners of his eyes, his mouth felt a little salty, he turned his head to look in the direction of the dormitory, and smiled, revealing eight white teeth.

It's a memento of the first lap.

"I can still run, I want to persevere."

"The squad leader said that when you are bored, you are the time to grow muscles, and I am sure that I can do it."

He started again, the running figure staggering forward, looking like it could fall down at any moment.

"That kid is still a little conscious, he knows how to exercise."

"See how long he can hold out, I'm not optimistic about him."

"Damn, that kid smiled just now, and I was so scared that I thought he had found out about us."

"I'm going to see him, don't freeze outside."

After a moment of muttering in the dormitory, a petite figure quietly left the dormitory, then turned and disappeared into the grassland behind the dormitory.

"I can do it, I can do it......."

"Fuck you, Lao Tzu can also run, just don't fucking believe me."

"Sample, wait, wait for Lao Tzu to become strong and destroy you all."

"This fucking cold place."

Zhang Junbao scolded while running, the salty sweat completely soaked his clothes, and the cold wind blew on his body like a knife cut.

When he appeared at the door of the dormitory for the third time, he didn't pay attention, and his right foot fell directly to the ground.

His head was getting heavier and heavier, and his calves were as heavy as lead.

He knelt on his knees on the cold yellow sand, swaying as if he could fall down at any moment.

"I can't go down, or I won't get up."

"No, no, I'm too tired."

"You have gold under your knees, how can you say that you kneel and kneel!"

……

Zhang Junbao's ears rang with a "buzzing" sound, his vision was a little blurred, and he had to raise his arm to wipe the corners of his eyes.

"Fortunately, Xiao Zhizi is not here, I have to get up quickly, and I have to go to cook."

At the thought of cooking for the veterans, Zhang Junbao's heart "chuckled", and his legs suddenly gained strength.

He doesn't want to be "wiped out" by the veterans!

On all fours, Zhang Junbao staggered up from the ground, then turned around and staggered towards the dormitory.

He didn't go into the dormitory because he was afraid that his movements would wake up the veterans.

He doesn't know how long he's been running? How far did you run?

But he needs to go straight to the kitchen to boil water and cook!

Opening the kitchen door, he suddenly felt a wave of warmth. The temperature inside the house is always a little warmer than outside.

Skillfully turning on the stove and setting up the iron pot, he began his day's cooking.

Just when Zhang Junbao was busy in the dormitory alone, a petite figure returned to the dormitory with a shudder.

A groan of "squeak" sounded, and the veterans lying on the bed all opened their eyes.

"It's me."

"Three laps, it's time to cook."

"I'm freezing to death, I'll sleep first."

The figure hurried to his bed and lay down neatly.

After breakfast, Zhang Junbao's clothes were basically dry.

When he returned to the dormitory, the veterans were still the same, Da Fei and the three of them were fighting the landlord, Xiao Ma was reading martial arts novels, and Lao Geng was sitting alone in front of the TV watching the morning news.

It's not that older people like it?

Zhang Junbao stood by the fire and roasted his hands, and then quickly climbed into his bed and began to clean up the housekeeping.

The veterans' cups were scattered on the bed, as if they had made an appointment to wait for him.

After cleaning, Brother Qiang took out two magazines from the drawer and threw them into his hands.

"Here you go, see for yourself."

"Thank you, squad leader."

As usual, he squatted in the corner with a small mazza, and read the magazine with relish by the dim incandescent light of the room.

When the veterans had almost drunk the hot water, he would run to the kitchen and prepare for cooking.

At noon, I carried a gun and stared at the deserted grassland on that small isolated island, as if I could wait for a few "travel friends" who ran here. ”

After the lunch break, Zhang Junbao made a training plan for myself, according to the standards of the recruit company.

For a whole afternoon, he was running on the grassland, and when he was tired, he would return to the small courtyard and "huhuhaha" several times to fight the military body.

Although he looked like a tiger, the figure behind the window all smiled disdainfully.