a memo

Chapter 46

In the next few days of the military training, some students suffered from heat exhaustion due to lack of physical strength, and some were really exposed to the sun, so they asked for leave and went home.

The problem in our dormitory is also quite serious. On the [-]th, I suffered from chronic appendicitis. The pain was so painful that I couldn’t eat any food, so I went home and received an IV drip.

There are four people left in the dormitory.

No. [-] is prone to allergies. One night when she went to bed, she was fine. When she woke up the next morning, her feet were swollen and big. She couldn’t even put on her shoes. It was very difficult for her to walk. She picked it up.

There are three people left in the dormitory.

The first two days on the [-]nd were okay, but the physical strength couldn't keep up with it. At that time, there were gradually more people asking for leave, and she followed suit.

There are two people left in the dormitory.

Me and number three.

Suddenly, I understood the meaning of "depending on each other".

The school's washing machine costs four yuan to wash clothes once.Military training involves sweating a lot every day. If the military uniform is not cleaned in time, it will stink.

Originally, there were five people in the dormitory, and one yuan per person was enough to wash clothes.

Now it's me and No. [-] left, and it's somewhat extravagant for the washing machine to wash two pieces of clothes at once.

So No. [-] and I sucked on our slippers, and each of us held a basin containing military uniforms, and asked each dormitory: "Do you need to pay for laundry?"

Later we found another dormitory where there were only two people left and we spent money to do laundry.

There is only one washing machine on each floor, and there are many people doing laundry, so they have to wait in line.

We were afraid of being cut in line, so we put the basin next to the washing machine, so we simply waited near the washing machine.

Originally, the two of us were standing and chatting, but we stood for too long during the day, forget it, just sit on the ground, most of the students are blowing the air conditioner in the dormitory, not many people will come out.

As a result, as soon as I sat down, a few high school seniors who had just finished school passed by. I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't plan to stand up.

The school is so big, who knows who, let's "break the cans and smash together".

Many times, many things, one person feels ashamed to do it, but two people do not.

Number three and I sat on the ground, too tired to care about our image.

We talked about a lot of topics, from the gossip in the class, to what kind of flowers the tree downstairs in the school will bloom, where is the hometown, what are the special products, and what kind of work do we plan to do after graduating from the third year of high school.

This is probably a liberal arts student who has a lot of ideas and wants to share everything.

We sat on the floor until the laundry was done.

"The washing machine is ringing, it should be finished, you go and have a look." I heard the sound.

"Go, I don't want to move." Number Three waved his hand at me.

"Then we will go together." I supported the ground and slowly got up.

"Give me a hand, I can't get up." Number Three stretched out his hand to me.

In the last three days of the military training, no one came back from the dormitory, and it was always me and No. [-].

In the next few days of training, a boy asked for leave, and the emperor saw it nearby, and he would point to me and say to that boy, "You are too imaginary, aren't you? The king of leave hasn't asked for leave yet? How dare you ask for leave?"

The emperor realized later: "Eh? Asking for leave, Wang Junxun didn't ask for leave? Isn't it your style?"

"You want to care?" I rolled my eyes.

On the last day of military training, the school invited parents to enjoy the phalanx performance.

After the end, Dad No. [-] drove me and No. [-] to eat hot pot.

"Thanks for your hard work, both of you are darker than the naked eye hahahahaha." Dad No. [-] poured us drinks.

"It's okay, I can come back for nothing in one winter." Number three and I said in unison.

Share the diary written at the end of the military training on August 2019, 8:

Thank you for the summer when I was 16 years old. I have experienced a lot and grown a lot. I am grateful to August 2019. The classmate who likes to escape finally chose to persevere. All are worthy of our eternal treasure.

Those distant tomorrows that we think are getting closer and closer, and the outlines of those dreams that we have firmly said countless times are becoming clearer day by day. The train to the second year of high school is about to start, and we must speed up and run forward.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!"

(End of this chapter)