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I just finished editing the next chapter, but Jinjiang got addicted again, so I just changed the position after two chapters.

The reason for revising the word count before is that the next chapter is a high school extra chapter. If you don’t like reading it, you can skip it and jump directly to Chapter 9.

First-volume students (07)

Lu Huaizheng did not go back to the dormitory. Instead, he sat on the lawn with a piece of foxtail grass in his mouth and watched the recruits training next door leisurely.

He recalled the year when he first joined the army, which happened to be the New Year, and the team was making dumplings. The chief instructor made a bet with him, saying that he could eat fifty dumplings in one breath. Lu Huaizheng said that he could eat seventy. In the end, the two of them bet.

Everyone in the company gathered around to watch the fun, shouting and cheering. The chief instructor tortured them in different ways. The soldiers were on one side and shared the same hatred, hoping that Lu Huaizheng could destroy the chief instructor.

Limelight.

The chief instructor couldn't swallow after eating the sixty-eighth dumplings. With his mouth full of dumplings, he looked at the boy in front of him in surprise as he ate seventy-eight dumplings without changing his expression.

After taking it, his red eyes widened and he said: "You kid, you have a cow's stomach."

Lu Huaizheng has been a good boy who can eat two bowls of rice since he was a child. He especially likes to eat the dumplings made by his mother. Whenever his mother makes dumplings, he will move a small stool and sit next to her, and then accompany him

Pack it with his mother.

After wrapping them, wait for his father to come back and throw them into the pot to cook. He can eat dozens of these dry dumplings in one sitting.

His mother used to serve in the army and learned her skills from the masters in the cooking class, so she was very friendly as soon as she joined the team.

When he was admitted to the military academy the next year, he had never eaten dumplings that tasted so good again.

He was redistributed and became an airborne soldier. Most of the canteens for airmen were proportioned to his body type, and eating was no longer so casual.

After so many years as a soldier, he had only missed two women in the army.

One is his mother.

One is good.

In fact, I rarely think about Yu Hao, most of the time I think about his mother.

The first time I thought of Yu Hao was at the end of his first year in the army.

He was on duty in the company, and the most painful duties were guarding at night and taking shifts, especially in the second half of the night, during winter. It was still snowing heavily at that time, and the outside of the house was completely white. Some veterans had a habit of grabbing a handful of snow from outside the house at night.

When you are fast asleep, stuff the whole thing into your collar and then run away. This method will work every time and you won't be afraid of not waking up.

The people who were woken up were so angry that they jumped out of bed and started chasing people all over the house.

Lu Huai woke up and realized that he was basically not being stuffed and was just watching.

Just such an ordinary night.

He got up at night to prepare for duty, squatting at the door of his dormitory with a cigarette in his mouth, waiting for his comrades on the same duty inside to comfort him.

The company didn't allow smoking, so he took it in his mouth to satisfy his craving. He picked up a branch from the ground and wrote Yu Hao's name inexplicably. He wrote one stroke at a time, very slowly. He didn't pay attention when he was writing, but he finished it.

, dropped the branch and took a look.

The word "good" pierced his eyes.

His handwriting is quite good, his pen is vigorous and beautiful. When he was a child, he learned small regular script from his grandfather. He didn't have much patience. He spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. He was also naughty and was chased behind his butt and beaten by his grandfather with a feather duster every day.

After finally learning a model, my grandpa refused to teach me any more. Calligraphy just needs to be copied as long as you have the right skills. The rest depends on whether you have the right skills.

Lu Huaizheng obviously had no bones. He could at least practice his calligraphy to a decent degree. Even so, he felt that his childhood was too painful.

So when he later learned that Yu Hao knew so many musical instruments, and when others were paying homage to him, an idea came to his mind -

How many beatings did I have to receive as a child?

From then on, he might have been a bit homesick during that time, and he always thought about Yu Hao. Every time he thought about it, it was not a good thing.

Later, I probably developed a habit.

Every year when it snowed, he would write Yu Hao's name on the ground, using various fonts he had learned as a child. He wrote so many times that Yu Hao's name was easier to write than his own.

It seems that the last time I wrote her name was more than two years ago, I can't remember clearly.

When Lu Huaizheng thought of this, he leaned back and lay flat on the grass, with his hands on the back of his head, his eyes slightly squinted, his feet raised, and the dog's tail grass in his mouth shook from his bite.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from beside him and pulled the tail grass off his mouth. Lu Huaizheng looked over suspiciously. When he raised his eyes, he lifted his forehead up and pressed a few lines. He glanced at the person who came and lazily looked back.

Lift your eyelids down.

The person who came was a young man, five years younger than Lu Huaizheng, and a soldier in their team. Chen Rui stroked the grass next to him and sat down next to him, with one leg bent and the other hand on his knee.

, looking down at him sideways, "Captain, what are you thinking about?!"

Lu Huaizheng ignored him and turned his head to the side.

Chen Rui looked at him and smiled: "You're not thinking about the girl in Stove No. 6 just now, are you?"

"Is there a woman in Stove Six?"

Chen Rui glanced at him suspiciously, "Stop pretending, I heard what the squad leader said. The leader wants to match you with that woman... Hey, that woman is really beautiful and elegant, and she speaks softly and softly.

You're so cool, you don't even like this?"

Lu Huaizheng ignored him, took the dog's tail grass back and bit it in his mouth again. This time he simply crossed his hands behind his head and lay down comfortably on the grass with his legs crossed.

After a while, Chen Rui saw that he was motionless and thought he was asleep.

Suddenly, I heard.

"Do you remember when we first learned to skydive?" He said vaguely, biting the grass.

Chen Rui was confused as to why he suddenly mentioned this.

"remember."

Lu Huaizheng narrowed his eyes slightly, but his voice was quite calm: "The coach said at the time that a good paratrooper can only use the backup parachute when the main parachute is sure that it cannot be opened-"

The coach said this back and forth no less than ten times, and Chen Rui remembered it very clearly, because there were many people at that time who had not overcome their fear of skydiving, were not decisive when leaving the plane, and their body movements were not standard, so they did not dare to open the main parachute.

As soon as Hui jumped out, he immediately opened his backup parachute. Chen Rui had also experienced this situation himself.

"Remember." Chen Rui said leisurely, "The coach said that if all of us had your courage, no one would fail the parachute jump every year." After thinking about it, he still felt a little incredible. He put his elbows on the ground and

He lowered his face again: "I'm curious, how did you open the umbrella until your face was almost touching the ground that time? At that time, the captain's face was so angry that he said you would have been a second later.

, just hang up, his team’s record of zero mistakes for so many years is going to be broken by your boy.”

Having said that, the captain still particularly likes him.

"Because the instructor said that the opening rate of the main parachute is 1,000%. There are no parachutes that cannot be opened, only soldiers who cannot jump."

"Why do I think there's something in your words?" Chen Rui looked at him warily.

"No, I just doubt that all the main parachutes in this world can be opened? Are there any main parachutes that really can't be opened? It's not that my skills are not up to par, but that there is something wrong with the parachute."

Chen Rui said sadly: "Why do I think you are swearing?"

Lu Huaizheng shook his head, smiled, and stopped talking.

Chen Rui reacted, "I'm trying to match you up with that lady. Why are you talking about car wheels here?"

"It's impossible to match her up. With her conditions, you have to be crazy and marry a soldier." Lu Huaizheng looked away leisurely.

Chen Rui said: "Captain, you are very unusual today."

"Then this is probably the first day you met me."

"You always say that men should not belittle themselves, especially soldiers. Who are you trying to eliminate now?"

Lu Huaizheng suddenly sat up, resting his elbows on his bent knees, and chuckled:

"When I was your age, I was really thick-skinned, and I always talked about falsehoods. Don't take those words to heart."

"..."

…

After lunch, I took a short rest.

There was also a meeting in the military division in the afternoon. Professor Han, Li Hongwen and Lu Huaizheng all had to attend. It was about a standard for carrying out mental health examinations in the Air Force. Yu Hao also went.

The whole conference room was very quiet.

Li Hongwen was arranging work for Lu Huaizheng with his ears tilted. He put his hands on his chest and listened carefully. He scratched the important parts on the paper perfunctorily. The words were also written in a loose and loose way. Li Hongwen especially couldn't see it.

Get used to his behavior.

Without caring about the presence of outsiders, he cursed a few words: "Your handwriting is worse than that of my two-year-old son. Didn't you practice calligraphy with your grandpa when you were a child, and you learned this virtue?"

Lu Huaizheng rubbed his nose with a trained expression on his face.

He used to have the same expression when he was being trained by his teacher. He rubbed his nose subconsciously and didn't say anything. He didn't know if he heard it. Anyway, he just looked at you honestly without blushing even though he had done something bad.

Lu Huaizheng didn't look at Yu Hao the whole time. Even when she came on stage to analyze the data, he just stared at the projector behind her.

"Professor Han has applied with the hospital. If you need it, we can provide you with mental health assessment at any time."

"What about time?" After Lu Huaizheng heard this, he finally slowly moved his eyes to her, his eyes were very mocking, "Once in half a year? Or once in a year? Or once in ten years?"

He specially bitten the word "ten".
To be continued...