Fengcheng old events

Chapter 293 Are You Pretty Awesome?

Zhang Xingjun walked on the streets of J River with a huge backpack on his back.

He came to the city to pick up the letters, and the letters of the whole regiment had to be carried back from here.This is his job.

The sun was a bit big, and he was carrying a big bag. He was sweating a little when he walked, so he unbuttoned the wind discipline button, took off his hat and held it in his hand.

The urban area of ​​J River is not very big, it is a county-level city, and it is actually an ordinary county at the moment.

They were stationed on the outskirts of the city, a few kilometers away from the city. To pick up letters, they had to go to the post office, south of the railway station, and they had to pass through a section of the city, where the artillery brigade was stationed.

Naturally, the city became the territory of the artillery brigade, and the soldiers here regarded the tank regiment as a 'countryman', and the barracks were full of young people, so there would inevitably be some friction between them.In fact, it's no big deal.

Zhang Xingjun hummed military songs and walked along the street with a big bag on his shoulders.

Apart from the songs he sang every day in the army, he can't sing anything else, and he doesn't know a single pop song, so he has no interest in listening to music.

The main reason is that the family conditions are limited. It has been 89 years, and there is nothing but a TV. Others don’t talk about computer-controlled two-channel stereo. There is always an ordinary tape recorder.

Almost all of Zhang Xinglong and Zhang Xingbing's classmates have them at home, and both of them went to their classmates' homes to listen to the tapes.

Like Gao Lijun and Dong Yugang, when they were in junior high school, they had all the tapes at home, and they listened to what was popular, and naturally they knew more.Music cells can also be cultivated, mainly because of the environment.

The old Shi's house on the first floor of Zhang Xinglong's building now has an electronic piano class at home, and many children go to learn.

This is a matter of parental awareness.

Although it is not advisable to enroll children in a bunch of various classes, it is indeed a good thing to cultivate some hobbies.

……

"stop."

Zhang Xingjun turned his head and looked over: "What are you doing?" It was a few pickets from the Artillery Brigade.

"What are you doing? Which unit are you in?"

This is knowingly asking. Zhang Xingjun came to pick up letters once a week. The pickets of the Artillery Brigade basically knew each other, and there were more or less quarrels.

Young people are full of whistles, and it is normal for them to take advantage of their words. It is not necessarily malicious at first glance.

Most of the time, I just want to have fun, on my own territory, I feel like sitting at the door of my own house and watching the country people go shopping, and it’s also to show off my face in front of my buddies and friends.

Many young people do not necessarily have any purpose in what they do. More often than not, they just want to show their buddies and friends around them: Look at how awesome I am.

"If you fart, let it go." Zhang Xingjun took a few glances at the people opposite him, feeling a little impatient. Carrying a heavy bag on this hot day was uncomfortable enough.A week's worth of letters from the whole regiment.

"Oh, are you really awesome?"

"What if I'm awesome?"

"Do you know what we are doing? Picket, look at you, is your morals up? The hat is on the crooked way, why don't you care about you?"

Just now Zhang Xingjun took off his hat and held it in his hand, and then put it on his head casually. It was true that he didn't put it on properly. The discipline buckle was too hot to undo and he didn't put it on.

But now the requirements for these things are not as strict as later. Not to mention whether the morals are buckled or not, those with open arms and no hats are normal phenomena, very common, and here is a bit of a picky meaning.

In fact, he is not very courageous, and people who are not very courageous are particularly prone to nervousness when encountering any situation.

It's like he has never been able to look at strangers since he was a child, staring at them with staring eyes, he will subconsciously avoid them, and he can't always be right with others.

The king looks down on his ministers, the strong look down on the weak, the police can look directly at criminals, and officials stare at their subordinates and people without any scruples. This is a psychological advantage, and the other party will subconsciously avoid their eyes. This is an animal instinct.

If the other party looks directly at you and does not avoid it, you will feel provoked. This is also an animal instinct, and once this instinct is placed in a particularly impulsive crowd, fighting is inevitable.

This is the essence of why what you look at and what you look at in the Northeast often become the cause of fights.

People react differently when they feel tense and threatened.

Some people will give in, a hero does not pretend to be a loser, and lowers his body to show his favor, some people will turn around and run away, keeping things in a small notebook in their hearts, waiting for you if you have the guts, some people just accept it, beat and scold you as you like, and want to show weakness To minimize the damage to oneself.

And Zhang Xingjun does not belong to any of the above, nervous?fear?threaten?Just put it down.

Just like when walking at night and seeing something in the dark, the hairs stand on end with fright, most people turn their heads and run away, or pretend to not see and leave quickly, Zhang Xingjun is the kind who immediately picks up a stone and has to go over and smash it.

Use courage and fist to defeat your timidity and fear.

……

After wiping his nosebleed and spitting bloody saliva, Zhang Xingjun looked at the seven people lying on the ground, picked up his backpack and limped away.

Back in the barracks, his comrades looked at Zhang Xingjun with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and surrounded him with blood: "What's wrong with Xingjun?"

"Who are you dating? Fuck, I'll call someone." Turning around in a hurry, she ran outside.

"Who is it, it's okay, I've put it all down. Hiss. Who has the red potion?"

(End of this chapter)