"What the are you doing out there at noon?"

"Looks like you're up to it, isn't it?"

"Sleeping doesn't make people live in peace, are you sincere?"

Da Fei sat on the bed with a depressed face and vented his anger, looking at Zhang Junbao's eyes full of unkindness.

"Okay, Da Fei, don't say a word," Brother Xiao Ma walked straight to the table and sat down, then turned his head to look at Zhang Junbao and said:

"You put the gun back in the gun cabinet first, what are you going to do?"

"Yes."

In the face of Brother Xiaoma's kindness, Zhang Junbao nodded to him while breathing a sigh of relief.

After putting the gun back in the gun cabinet, Zhang Junbao walked straight to Xiao Ma's bedside and began to pack up the housekeeping.

It's his job as a recruit egg.

"Grass, it's served."

"What a piece of rubbish."

Da Fei got up from the bed with a curse, and walked straight to the table with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Come on, come on, play cards, soldier, Brother Qiang."

Class 13 spent the afternoon sleeping and playing cards, and nothing else seemed to do.

Lao Geng was still lying on the bed and falling asleep, and Zhang Junbao didn't dare to approach his bed.

Da Fei, Li Bing and Brother Qiang sat around the table to fight the landlord, while Brother Xiao Ma continued to read his martial arts novels that had been rolled up.

After Zhang Junbao cleaned up each veteran's bed, he went straight to the kitchen.

No one in the squad asked, and no one paid any attention to him.

Alone in the kitchen, without the lights on, the room seems a little dark, and the burning fire brings a hint of light and a hint of warmth.

On the stove was a tin kettle filled with water, which would be delivered to the dormitory.

On the independent island of Class 13, the scope of electricity is only to provide the necessary electricity, and the electric water heaters in the barracks are not visible here.

Why did you come to the army?

Can you really hold out for two years in the ghost place of Class 13?

Zhang Junbao's heart was thinking about all kinds of questions.

You can practice if you don't have good physical fitness, why was you given up in the first place?

Military training can be learned, so why not give yourself a chance?

Sometimes, he feels so wronged that no one can be his own listener.

The word "misfit" suddenly came to his mind, could he be the kind of lonely misfit?

The sound of "doo" sounded in the darkness, pulling the cranky Zhang Junbao back to reality.

The kettle on the fire was already boiling.

"Maybe I should find something to do, or I'll definitely become mentally ill after staying in this ghost place where birds don't for a long time."

The hot water was poured into the kettle, and Zhang Junbao suddenly felt as if he understood something.

The veterans seem to have their own things to do: Brother Xiao Ma reads novels, Brother Qiang reads magazines, Da Fei habitually quarrels ......, maybe they have long discovered the loneliness and loneliness here, so they pass the time in their own pastime.

Loneliness can be addictive, and loneliness can numb people's nerves over time.

Defeat one's own enemies often by oneself and time, not by anything alien.

If you want to survive in this lonely and lonely kingdom, you must make your heart strong.

In the dormitory, Lao Geng was still sleeping, and I don't know if it was because of the old guy's age.

If Lao Geng knew Zhang Junbao's thoughts at this time, he would probably be able to get up from the bed and come over to shoot him to death.

Da Fei and the three of them are still fighting the landlord, and Xiao Ma is lying on the table and reading the novel listlessly, but looking at him, it seems that the book has never been opened.

"Squad leader, drink some hot water."

Zhang Junbao walked to the table with a thermos and a glass of water from Brother Xiaoma, with a smile on his face.

Brother Pony just turned his head to look at it, and then shifted his gaze to the novel.

"Three madness, come, give me a drink too."

"And mine."

The soldier and Brother Qiang all said hello, and Zhang Junbao immediately walked to the two of them with a cup and left them two cups of hot water.

"Humph!"

Da Fei, who was sitting on the side, suddenly snorted coldly, and seemed to look at Zhang Junbao with murderous intent in his eyes.

The soldier quietly poked Zhang Junbao's waist, and then squeezed his eyebrows and glanced at Da Fei a few times.

Zhang Junbao immediately took Da Fei's cup and poured him a cup of hot water, but in exchange for a cold snort.

With a helpless smile, Zhang Junbao finally added a cup of hot water to Lao Geng's cup.

"Squad leader, can I borrow your magazine and read it?"

"Take it yourself."

"Thank you, squad leader."

After getting Brother Qiang's consent, Zhang Junbao took out two "Light Weapons" magazines from his drawer.

Although it was a book from two years ago, it was a good learning resource for this poor and famine class thirteen.

The veterans were passing the time in their own way, while Zhang Junbao sat alone on a small pony and read the magazine seriously.

In Class 13, the most abundant thing in this place seems to be time, and this invisible thing that has passed by is the lowest level of consumables here.

Perhaps in the eyes of veterans, time is not as good as a potato or a piece of mutton.

At least the latter will be able to fill your stomach.

And time, for the thirteenth class, in the days when there were no large army exercises, no one said anything even if he was a vegetative person and slept all the time.

For those who are accustomed to the life of Class 13, it is like a "pigsty" that no one manages, with six fat pigs in it, and six self-aware fat pigs to be slaughtered.

When the afterglow of the setting sun appeared above the old window, Zhang Junbao put away Mazha and put the book back in the drawer.

"Squad leader, I'm going to cook."

"Go ahead."

When Zhang Junbao's figure disappeared at the door of the dormitory, Lao Geng, who had been lying on the bed, turned over and sat up.

After drinking the hot water that had been placed at the head of his bed, he shifted his gaze to the others.

Brother Pony, who had been lying on his stomach, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and had already sat up straight, his two eyes exuding bright brilliance.

"A stupid bird."

"A lump of elm."

"Is there any salvation for this?"

I don't know when, the three people playing cards have also stopped, and the originally lively dormitory has become quiet.

The fireworks flickered on and on, shining on Da Fei's dark and thin face, and it was difficult for people to perceive his true thoughts with his narrowed eyes.

"Let's see."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then ......."

The sound in the house gradually became quieter, and after a while, the shouts of the landlord sounded again, and Brother Xiaoma's novel finally turned two pages.

The front ones are soaked, and it will be uncomfortable to lie on your stomach again.

In the kitchen, Zhang Junbao was "clicking" chopping vegetables, and the round potatoes became shredded potatoes after a while.

On the stove, the hot water was bubbling "coo-dong", and the shredded potatoes were thrown into the pot in a blink of an eye.

What's for dinner? He didn't know either.

The kitchen was full of potatoes and onions, there was no green life, and there was enough flour, as if the superiors had recognized that Class 13 could only eat noodles to survive.

"In this damn place, eating is a sad thing."