In a blink of an eye, it was the penultimate day of military training, and the last three days were basically rehearsals, because there was going to be a show, and all the teachers and staff of the school would come to watch. I heard that because the third year of high school starts a month early, it is too hard to learn, in order to relieve the pressure of high school juniors, so the senior high school juniors will also come to watch the military training show.

After the dagger drill and military boxing were familiarized, all the students were pulled to the big playground.

The instructor explained: "The war song will be sounded on the radio later, and the war song will start, and the students who learn dagger exercises will rush forward with daggers, remember, in the process of rushing, they must shout 'kill-', run to the middle of the playground and stop." ”

"Run fast! Shout louder! Hear me! ”

The students replied, "I heard—I did—"

"Did you hear that?!" The instructors were not very satisfied.

"I heard you!"

As soon as the words fell, a burst of galloping horses sounded, majestic, followed by the sound of swords, guns and swords, and the solemn atmosphere of the battlefield came to the face.

Sang You's spirit was stunned, and before he could react, the classmate beside him had already 'killed' out with a dagger.

Sang You slowly stretched the dagger forward, shouting as he ran: "Kill-"

Stupid.

Sang You ran a few steps before all the students were stopped by the instructor's thunderous voice.

"What are you doing?! Running unevenly, shouting weakly, just laughing while running! There are also those who ran and ran with daggers and lost them! What attitude?! Back to the starting line and start over! ”

The crowd retreated en masse.

And so it repeated for a morning.

Military training is really scary! Who knows?!

The most dramatic scene was that the chief instructor was invited to the stage at the end, and the instructor of the 28th Squadron was codenamed Jun Thorn, and when the military thorn came to the stage, Sang You covered his face and lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the expression of the 28th Squadron.

Sure enough—

"-" This sound is actually the most neat shout since the military training, and not only that, but it is full of energy.

The third year of watching the play is unknown, so it is 'wow'.

The twenty-eighth squadron was dumbfounded, and not a single word could come out.

I think that at the beginning, when they complained about the chief instructor, they didn't avoid their own instructor.

"Fuck, the chief instructor isn't a fucking human, he's a beast!"

"Please look at the morning sun? Invite us to admire the moon at night? I'm sick! ”

"Standing in a military posture on a rainy day? He's got a lot of water in his head, right? ”

The military assassin instructor sat in the shade of the corner, the corners of his lips slightly hooked to listen to the complaints of the 28th squadron, and from time to time he echoed two sentences.

"Yes, he's not human."

"It's supposed to be water in my head."

Watching the military assassin come to the stage, in addition to feeling that he had paid wrong, there was only one thought in his heart-

They want to be cold.

The military thorn made a simple opening statement, and his low and playful voice echoed above the playground, and with his handsome face, it was really hateful. This feeling is like having a fish bone stuck in your neck, you can't go up or down, and you choke on it.

After the military training show, the ten-day military training officially ended, and it happened to be Saturday, and the freshmen could finally go home!

Sang You packed her suitcase and went to the bus stop next to the Brahma Temple, which would be the end of the day, and the sunset would be hidden behind the treetops, rising and falling with the breeze.

The old man who sells toys in the scenic spot walks slowly on the bicycle full of balloons and gadgets, and the white-haired grandmother walks slowly with her hands on the back seat of the bicycle.

The setting sun dragged their long shadows.

Sang You likes to observe the ordinary details of life, and her former friends say that she has too strong empathy ability and is a sensual and amorous person.

She withdrew her gaze and stared at her toes in a daze, and when she raised her eyes again, she saw a familiar back.

Zhou Yan.

She has seen this back countless times.

Zhou Yan was in excellent shape, he stood quietly with his suitcase, and after a while, a small car slowly stopped beside him, and he leaned over the window, not knowing what he was talking to the people in the car.

When he stood up straight, he tilted his head as if to glance in her direction.

Sang You subconsciously held her breath, her heart beat faster, and she was stunned for a moment, and a bus stopped in front of her, cutting off her vision.

Sang You glanced at the car number and hurriedly got into the car.

Standing in the yellow zone before he could go up, the driver said, "Wear a mask." ”

"What?"

"Wear a mask." The driver's uncle pointed to the sign posted on the car, 'For epidemic prevention and control, passengers are requested to wear masks when riding the bus'

“！！！”

"I'm sorry, I forgot to wear it." Sang You hurriedly bowed his head and apologized.

Eight years later, the epidemic has long passed, and it has gradually become a shadow behind the times. Suddenly wear back to 20 years, the high incidence of the epidemic, it is inevitable to be uncomfortable.

During this period, basically everyone wore a mask with them, and Sang You went to the schoolbag with the idea of looking at luck, and after turning over the mask, she was so moved that she cried bitterly.

When looking for a location, she selfishly found a position by the window, and looked at the position where Zhou Yan was standing again through the window, where there was no one for a long time.

Sang You was lost for a moment, and then regained her mood and began to recall the events of this period.

She is not a local, but she came here because her parents worked in the banquet market. At this time, they have not moved yet, they live in an area close to the seashore, the work of their parents should not have changed, the little brother is in the second year of junior high school, and there should not be too much conflict in the family.

Sang You only remembers approximately, and no matter how detailed it is, he can't recall it.

After her thoughts wandered, she suddenly remembered that her former college classmates asked her what she would do first thing if she wore back to high school.

She remembered that she replied with a smile at the time, Zisha.

Just kidding, after three years of desperate work, can you not want to die once you return to the pre-liberation period?

In Sang You's view, high school is only suitable for nostalgia, not for reopening.

Even if it is reopened, it is only suitable for those who are coaxing, and those who are full of various skills, like her, who have nothing to do, and whose brains are like a fish tank with a bunch of fish, reopening is to return to the furnace and rebuild, starting from scratch.

She doesn't know the etiquette of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and books, and she doesn't know anything about national affairs, and occasionally pays attention to lace news anecdotes. She is in a safe corner, and her vision is only given by books. So she can't use any predictive ability to make things easier for herself, on the contrary, she can't blend into the current background of the times, and she only feels like an outsider.

For example, she forgot to wear a mask just now.

If you want to talk about strengths, it is probably that the article is better written.

Sang You's eyes looked at the floating light outside the window, and he was stunned all the way.

After getting out of the car, a sense of strangeness came to my face.

After graduating from high school in her last life, she went to Beijing to study at university, and after four years of study, she was ready to return to her hometown. Because my parents often say that life is uncertain, and in the end you have to return to your roots, where your ancestors are, where your roots are.

The banquet market is only a short stop in her long life, and when it is time to go, she leaves.

So after graduating from high school, she never came back.

Shouldn't there be a crossroads here? What the hell is this wet market? What about the rookie station? How are there so many mango trees? …… No, how can there be so many houses here? Isn't it deserted and inaccessible? How can there be so many trails?

Where is she going to get in? Where is her home?

I vaguely remember the demolition of her house in the third year of high school, one week at a time, the house was demolished, and the trees were cut down, she didn't go home much at that time, and she went back once every few weeks, and she was at a loss every time.

Now back to the time when it has not been demolished for 20 years, the strangeness is even heavier.

Sang You felt that he had a question mark in his head, and suddenly understood the state of mind of 'drawing his sword and looking around'.

Sang You stood still and closed herself for at least five minutes before dragging her suitcase forward. Twisting and turning along the way, marveling at the changes here while digging into your own dead memories.

Finally, when he came to a residential building, and after seeing the familiar commissary in front of the door, Sang You suddenly realized! She's finally found her home!

It feels so wonderful to find home!

Sang You hummed and dragged the suitcase up to the second floor, and successfully took out the key to unlock it, feeling very wonderful.

Mom and Dad hadn't gotten off work yet, the house was quiet, and she had just put down her suitcase when the door suddenly opened in the direction of the bedroom. A tall boy walked out, with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, thin lips and a nose, childish, but quite angry, and he didn't wake up.

Her little brother, Sang Luo.

Sang You looked at the little brother, and felt that it was magical, it was really amazing, and he felt that the little brother at this time looked very well-behaved, how could he become such a dog in the future? The years are really a pig-killing knife.

Sang Luo was also looking at her with his eyes down.

"You ......"

"You ......"

Both spoke at the same time.

Sang You was not familiar with the little brother at this time, so he chose to be polite: "You say it first." ”

Sanglu: "Did you go to tan?" ”

“……”

Sang You gritted her teeth: "How can I have the money to tan?" ”

Sang Luo walked to the water dispenser by himself, and after taking a glass of water and drinking it, he was just about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of her pants and asked, "Do you like ripped pants so much?" Don't even let go of camouflage pants? ”

Sang You: "......"

What kind of nonsense is this?!

Sang You: "Are you blind?!" Don't you see my knees break? You're the one who likes ripped pants, and your whole family loves ripped pants. ”

Sanglu: "I'm too tall to see." ”

"Die!"

If you want to say that Sang You is the most jealous of Sang Luo, there are probably two.

One is height, I don't understand that it was born by a parent, why she is in her early sixths of one meter, Sang Luo was more than seven meters when she first entered junior high school, and after she reached high school, she went directly to one meter eight, and finally finalized one meter eighty-five.

The second is math grades, her math cells are either dead or all swallowed by Sangluo, anyway, high school math scores of eighty or ninety are the norm, more than one hundred is an accident, and one hundred and three is a miracle. On the other hand, Sangluo's mathematics has never been one hundred and thirteen since he was a child, and the prize money for the high school math competition is soft!

Why!

Sang You angrily slammed the door of the room, ready to change out of his camouflage uniform, and as soon as he opened the wardrobe, good guy, there were few skirts, a lot of plus-size short-sleeved pants, and pants...... The pants are all ripped pants?

Who cut her pants like this?

After a few seconds of anger, Sang You's brain froze.

Her previous aesthetic wouldn't have been like this, right?

When people recall the past, they always want to strangle themselves to death when they were convulsed, let alone travel back to the past......

-

In order to take care of the injured leg, Sang Yu changed into a pair of shorts. When he returned to the living room, Sang Luo was nesting on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, when he heard the sound and looked up.

His gaze stayed on her knees for a moment, and after half a sound, he sneered: "Do you military train to kneel?" ”

"Nope." Sang You sat down, "Someone fainted and knocked me away." ”

Sang Luo paused: "A parabola with an opening downward?" ”

How do you suddenly say math?

Sang You was annoyed when she heard the math: "What do you mean?" ”

"Your flight trajectory."

“……”

Sang You's fists were hard, and the well-behaved at first glance was really an illusion, some people were teenagers until they died, but Sang Luo was a dog to death.

She kicked Sang Luo, and the conversation changed: "Ask you something." ”

"Hmm."

Sang You leaned closer: "Hey, you say, how about me skipping a grade to the third year of high school?" Do you think your parents will agree? ”

“？？？”

Sang Luo stopped playing with his mobile phone, his lips curled up a little, and his tone could be called kind: "You first ask if you agree with your grades." ”