Thinking of this, Shen Rusong immediately felt unhappy.
Two thousand two, four watches went, not only eight thousand eight, Liu Kun, that damn fat man, took advantage of his status as quartermaster and extorted a lot more, and finally a check for ten thousand yuan went. Although the money spent was not Shen Rusong's money, but the money of Yang Qi, the silly son of a landlord. But the question is, how much risk did he take on this matter? At that time, the company had committed such a vicious incident in just a few days. If he hadn't handled it properly and the sergeant major and platoon leader had not seen it, would he be able to sit upright now?
I picked up a chopstick and slurped the meat into my mouth. The taste was sweet and sour, and the lean meat coated in flour was crispy and fragrant. Although it is not the pre-war pineapple and pork belly, the yellow peaches are sweet, tender and refreshing. Northeastern people have always regarded canned yellow peaches as a treat for guests, and they are also excellent in cooking.
Seeing Shen Rusong chewing sullenly, the atmosphere was a bit gloomy. Zhao Haiqiang saw this, spread his arms around Shen Rusong's neck, burped, exhaled a smell of alcohol, hung his head and raised his hand to touch Shen Rusong's face was scratched and scratched, which made him impatiently push Zhao Hai's hand away.
Zhao Haiqiang was unhappy, patted his thigh and said: "Pine! Pine nuts! What are you doing! Touch, touch twice..."
"You must be *drunk*." Shen Rusong frowned.
"Nonsense, it's just that much, you can't get drunk!" Zhao Haiqiang said, grabbing the glass and sweeping it with his hand, almost knocking the cups and plates off the table. Fortunately, Xin Jie's quick eyesight and hands quickly protected him.
Zhao Haiqiang held his neck and began to howl. He insisted on singing a Kangding love song. It was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. Just sing. He insisted on holding Shen Rusong while singing and kissing her at the same time. Shen Rusong really wanted to give her a brick. This stupid guy passed out.
One idiot was howling like a ghost, and the other was still sobbing after two cups. Zhao Haiqiang held Shen Rusong, and Xu Bowen held Zhao Haiqiang. Unexpectedly, the former refused to let Xu Bowen hold him, and muttered a few words before being backhanded. Pushing away hard, this was good, Xu Bowen lay directly into Xin Jie's arms, put his arms around her neck and touched her all the way up.
Xinjie didn't drink much to begin with, and since she was a soldier for two years, a little alcohol would be fine. She let Xu Bowen hold his waist with an expressionless expression. When Xu Bowen touched a place that he shouldn't touch intentionally or unintentionally due to drunkenness, she raised the knife in her hand and slashed the back of Xu Bowen's neck with a precise strike. He was knocked unconscious.
"The platoon leader drank too much. It's time to go back." Xin Jie said calmly.
Shen Rusong struggled to shake off Zhao Haiqiang who kissed his ear frantically, and responded hurriedly: "Let's go, let's go, it's nine o'clock and the curfew is on."
The waiter was called to pay the bill. Xu Bowen originally paid, but in the end it was Chen Xiaoxiang who paid. There was no way, Shen Rusong and Xin Jie couldn't spare any money. It had to be the blood from the person who was invited to dinner.
Chen Xiaoxiang's face was not very good, and he crossed his arms and said angrily: "These two idiots, the wine quality is really bad, I should have known that I wouldn't come here. I was very angry after eating at lunch, and I was tired of eating at night. I wanted to vomit some. Save bloating."
Shen Rusong thought to himself, "Don't you vomit after eating? Isn't the money wasted?" He was about to say a few words, but Zhao Haiqiang who was holding him suddenly said "Wow" and his throat twitched. Shen Rusong was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth. Sure enough, the boy vomited all over the floor.
Facing the waiter with a disgusted expression on his face, Shen Rusong said "I'm sorry, sorry" for the second time tonight. Chen Xiaozexiang stood at the front desk, his white face turned black, he took out his small wallet and took out a hundred-yuan Dalongshan, and said : "Just look for forty! You should have a car, right? Hire a car and take the drunk back home, otherwise we will be caught by the military police and we will be finished together!"
He was so angry. How could the owner of the restaurant who had been hosting military officers at all levels of the base all year round not know that this female officer had accumulated a certain amount of emotions? I quickly asked someone to drive a bucket truck, which is a three-wheeled motorcycle, and forced five people into it.
Shen Rusong rode this kind of motorcycle for the first time. It was obviously a caravan used to deliver vegetables. There was a lot of blood from vegetable leaves left in it. He was really depressed. He was so depressed that he had no energy to talk at all. The moonlight came in crookedly, making Chen Xiaoxiang's face half dark. Half white. His instinct told him not to cause trouble at this time.
At first, Shen Rusong wanted to tell her half-jokingly and half-seriously about the beer cut off by her at noon, but now he was really scared, so scared. He was timid, but Zhao Haiqiang, who was lying on his knees, was not timid at all. He was groping around and calling out words such as "I'm sorry," "Beauty, beauty," and "You're going to get dirty."
When we arrived outside the company station, motorcycles couldn't get in. I had to carry these two valuables on my back and go in. The sentries on guard all knew each other. Seeing this, it was not clear that he had drunk too much. After a few words of ridicule, he was let go. Now that there is no inspection from above, why should he suffer for his brothers?
Zhao Haiqiang had already fallen asleep drunk, and Shen Rusong was wondering, how much could two glasses of Chen Xiaoxiang's grain wine and two glasses of strong wine cost? Three liang or four liang, why did two people end up like this? It seems that people's physiques do differ.
It was too difficult to walk with an arm, so Shen Rusong simply grabbed Zhao Haiqiang's trouser legs, lifted it onto his shoulders, and walked away in the same posture as rescuing the wounded on the battlefield and getting off the line of fire. There were still some traces of the noon barbecue on the cement floor of the playground. Shen Rusong was speechless all the way, and he didn't dare to look at the two female ancestors, so he looked towards the wall.
Turning around, it was interesting. A group of people happened to walk under the streetlight. The snow-white light allowed Shen Rusong to clearly see that they were the same group of people who were yelling at the restaurant before. They were wearing camouflage uniforms without epaulettes and functional watches, especially It was the leader who had shaved his head, and there was a hook-like scar on the side of his skull, which he could clearly remember at a glance.
The group walked along the wall to the end, to the barbed wire fence outside the barracks, got out through the gap, and disappeared on the dirt track for a five-kilometer cross-country run. Shen Rusong was very familiar with this road. Not only did he run five kilometers every morning in the morning, but he also came a lot at night, running small stoves for others, fighting with Deng Feng, and especially walking through the dirt road to the auxiliary barracks. He will remember this for the rest of his life!
Shen Rusong watched closely as the group of mostly auxiliary soldiers disappeared on the dirt road, and then sent Xu and Zhao to their respective barracks, telling people to keep an eye on them and take care of them, and not to talk too much about squad leaders and platoon leaders. Such nonsense as eating and drinking too much.
After returning to his barracks, before the lights-out signal sounded, Shen Rusong wrote in his diary every day, writing that he felt more and more like an evil fire in his heart that could not be suppressed. Damn it, why was he the one being the one being bullied again? After a nice meal, Xu Bowen got drunk and cried, which made the neighbor at the table unhappy, so he apologized. Chen Xiaoxiang was unhappy and sulked at him, and saw the group of auxiliary soldiers who had taken away his watch and spent tens of thousands of dollars to make peace. I still can’t get angry after seeing it, it’s so irritating!
There are some things that he doesn't want to forget, and he can't stop thinking about them. He really feels sorry for that watch. Yang Qi spent the money well. Because of this, it's hard for him to practice seriously when Yang Qi makes mistakes. The class doesn't mention this. Just because something happened doesn't mean they won't think about it. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold a class meeting to explain this matter clearly, which virtually weakened the weight of his speech as the monitor. Getting along well did not mean he was convinced.
Look at Class 1, Class 3, and Chen Xiaoxiang's cavalry class. They are all obedient. Xinjie kicked the big-headed soldier in the butt with her steel-clawed military boots, but there was no sound. And what about his Class 2? Deng Feng hasn’t openly confronted him anymore, but he’s been quite aggressive, right? Li Hao was also thick-skinned, and Xie Guorong was considered the most obedient, but didn't these two bastards kick in the door and make a fuss when there was a song and dance performance? To be fair, if it was Xin Jie who locked people up inside, would she dare to curse like that?
The more Shen Rusong thought about it, the more disgusted he felt. It feels like the company didn't get off to a good start at the beginning, and it has ended up in a lot of mess, and it doesn't seem to be a favor to let the second class out. When even the platoon learned about this, no one seemed to respect him any more.
After drinking, Shen Rusong's thoughts seemed to move faster. Shen Rusong went to the water room to wash up, and his face was still hot. Yang Qi was brushing his teeth while laughing at the squad leader's face, which was as red as an apple. I bought four big apples, can they not be red?
Vulgar jokes always make people laugh, but Shen Rusong couldn't laugh. He walked over, slapped each of them on the back of the head, cursed and went to bed. When no one was around, he stared at the moon outside the window and suddenly slapped himself.
This is what happens when people feel frustrated. He is not a platoon leader. If he is too drunk, he can hug a female soldier for a while before being knocked unconscious. Even if he is too drunk, he does not want to touch a man like that fool Zhao Haiqiang...
The lights-out signal rang, and when an inspection came over, they saw Shen Rusong still in the water room. He came over and scolded him, telling him to go back quickly.
Shen Rusong knew that inspections were nothing more than the rotation of a large number of soldiers, but it turned into an inspection. He was the boss in this building, and he was trained after being trained.
Lying back on the bed, Shen Rusong fiddled with his functional watch. Amidst the snoring, he turned it on to night-light mode and then turned it off. He put his hands behind his head. It was absolutely impossible to fall asleep. A group of calves snored. The loudest one was Liu Weiwei. Her snoring was like a blast furnace, so loud and steady that I thought steel was being made here.
Next is Deng Feng. He snores in waves, louder and softer for a while. He suddenly attacks when he is about to fall asleep, waking up and then quieter again.
The only ones who didn't snore were Xu Shengnan and Shen Rusong. They couldn't fall asleep without earplugs. Shen Rusong touched the earplugs beside the pillow, but couldn't find half of them. He turned on his luminous watch and searched for a while, but only half of them were found.
How can I sleep here?
Shen Rusong sat up and wanted to smoke. Smoking in the barracks was too harsh. All kinds of anger surged into his heart, and he was shaking with anger.
At this time, a bold idea came to me, and somehow, this idea quickly turned into an idea, and then turned into a determination in a thousandth of a second of thinking.
Taking advantage of the lingering alcohol, Shen Rusong tiptoed to the closet, found some regular clothes, took off his epaulettes, and put on combat boots. He went out with a pack of cigarettes and ten industrial coupons. He avoided inspection all the way and got out through the dog hole in the water room on the first floor.
With the cool breeze blowing, Shen Rusong felt that his face was getting hot. He spit into the palm of his hand and looked at the brightly lit auxiliary camp outside the dirt road, roaring viciously in his heart.
My watch! My watch! My two-thousand-two-dollar watch!
