Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

If the year of college entrance examination is like "going to jail", then going to college is like "being released after serving the sentence".

But only those who have endured the sacred military training molting ceremony can be considered "released after serving their sentence" in the true sense.

In March 1993, the "Minutes of the Meeting on the Study of Military and Political Training Issues for Freshmen" issued by the higher authorities clearly stipulated that starting from the autumn of this year, military training will be directly carried out on campus, and the duration of military training will be changed from one year to about one month.

This "about a month" period lasted until later generations.

Old-fashioned military training uniforms are very boring and ugly.

Zhang Xuan touched the hard Jiefang shoes and looked at his pink and tender feet with exposed veins.

Very frightened.

With no other option, he decided to sneak out to the grocery store to buy sanitary napkins.

But the troublesome thing is, doesn’t he understand this damn thing called sanitary napkins?

Which shoe size is more suitable for my size 42?

Facing the rows of sanitary napkins on the display cabinet, my heart really beats...

After all, if you buy it short, it will hurt your feet.

Did you buy a big one? It is possible to go forward and come out from behind while walking.

What if a sanitary napkin suddenly appeared on the playground?

Oops!

Under the gaze of dozens and hundreds of pairs of eyes of men and women, a sanitary napkin suddenly falls out of your body. Just think about that scene!

Damn it!

Just thinking about it makes my scalp numb, and I might as well be given a nickname.

Hygiene brother?

Brother Jin?

Pooh! Either way, or not!

Looking eagerly at the various styles, Zhang Xuan hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to grab two packs of larger sizes.

If the size is too large, use scissors to cut it.

Well, I can think of such a method, I am really a little genius!

The decision is made, ready to reach out and get it.

But when he just got it, a chuckle suddenly came from next to him.

Zhang Xuan frowned, and when he looked sideways, he found that it was still an old acquaintance, Xiao Shiyi.

At this moment, people were looking at him with a half-smiling expression.

Zhang Xuan asked subconsciously: "Are you here to buy this too?"

Xiao Shiyi smiled and nodded, his eyes flashed, and he said slowly and softly: "Did you buy it for your own use?"

"..."

There is nothing wrong with this question. Didn’t I just buy it for my own use?

But why does this sound so weird?

Why is there so much ambiguity?

Zhang Xuan's old face was awkwardly green, and he almost spit out blood when he looked at the upright and reserved woman with a slight smile. He thought he had heard wrong.

How could such a beautiful girl say such fantastic things?

Seeing him looking at her with a constipated expression, Xiao Eleven's eyes flashed again, he looked at the two packs of sanitary napkins in his hand, and asked calmly:

"What shoe size do you wear?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "42."

Xiao Shiyi stretched out his slender fingers, pointed at the sanitary napkins on the display cabinet and introduced:

"240mm is equal to shoe size 38, 245mm is equal to shoe size 39, 250mm is equal to shoe size 40, and 275mm is equal to shoe size 45."

Zhang Xuan understood, but was speechless.

You're a girl, why are you showing off? Let's just say that 5mm equals one size. Can a 260mm sanitary napkin be used for size 42 shoes?

Despite all the slander in his heart, he still said sincerely: "Thank you."

After thanking him, Zhang Xuan put back the oversized sanitary napkin in his hand, picked up two more boxes of 260mm ones, and prepared to leave.

At this time, Xiao Eleven asked curiously: "Which class are you in?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "Manage Class 2."

Then he asked casually: "What about you?"

Xiao Eleven replied: "I am also in Class 2."

Then she smiled and said, "It seems we are still destined, see you later."

Zhang Xuan nodded: "See you later."

…

"Several years of practice have proven that the central government's decision-making is correct and the effect of military training is good. At present, my country's reform and opening up and economic construction have entered a new stage of development, and the development of higher education has also accelerated..."

At the mobilization meeting for the military training of new students, with the speech of the school leader, the military training came as scheduled.

The management class 2 has a total of 47 people, 16 boys and 31 girls.

As soon as everyone arrived at the training ground, all kinds of drama began. The boys looked at the girls secretly, and the girls also glanced at the boys from time to time.

Although Wei Zisen, Wan Jun and Li Zheng were very lively and happy in the dormitory.

But once he arrived at the training ground, he still took on the true colors of the times and turned into a simple and cute good student, unable to let go of all kinds of restraints.

There is still a vague, conservative barrier between men and women.

If you want to put it aside for future generations, just take a look. Teenagers with strong hormones always try to create some sparks when they meet a mature girl. I want a QQ account today, a WeChat account tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I want people to sing in ktv.

Then, fail and change goals...

Or eating, sleeping, arguing, breaking up...

As times change, everything becomes so natural.

Think about it, think about it, it’s better these days!

Everyone is so honest and not so aggressive. As for not observing discipline or fighting with instructors, it is impossible for them to happen.

The sun hung red in the sky like the god of death, and 47 skewers were sizzling hot, oily, and sweating underneath.

Everyone stood in a military posture, kicked forward, stood at attention and took a break, turned back and forth, left and right, squatted and stood up. Or sit in a circle and sing songs.

Zhang Xuan's mood at the moment was very complicated, painful and happy at the same time. I went through military training again, and I found it very interesting and hard at the same time.

Reborn as a human being, Zhang Xuan feels like a little ant in the face of the great tide of the times. He must let go of his mentality, let go of his baggage, and fully integrate into this angular world. Only then can he have a sense of existence and find his own position. , where is the point of life.

He cannot exist as an individual, he must exist as a pixel in it.

Although Zhang Xuan has this ideological consciousness of letting go of everything and becoming a young man again.

But at this moment, I still can't help but think, if someone couldn't hold on, it would be great to be punished by singing and dancing.

What he likes most is watching others being punished. If he sings, sings, and dances well, he will cheer for the whole house.

If you don’t have these, you can also do sit-ups or run around the playground!

The worst thing is that some people have low willpower, so it’s okay to cry. At least it distracts their attention, right?

It was really too stuffy and hot. It felt like I was sinking into deep water and I was about to suffocate!

Maybe he really is God's biological son.

Zhang Xuancai was thinking this in his mind when a fair and tender girl named Mo's legs trembled and she really couldn't stand still.

With a "plop", he fell down.

Then it crashed.

When the girl was helped to rest in the shade, the girl surnamed Mo cried loudly, gritted her teeth and shouted: "I want to repeat the exam! I want to go home to repeat the exam! I want to retake the exam! Wuwuwu..."

The instructor was very aggressive towards the boys and had strict orders and prohibitions. But for this kind of girl who cries, makes trouble, and hangs herself, there is nothing she can do. There is nothing she can do.

Later, the instructor Lu Ni came and relieved this rough man's embarrassment.

Lu Ni first tried to comfort her for a while, but it was of no use.

In the end, he had no choice but to give a heavy hammer. Lu Ni waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, don't cry! Even if you get the top score and go to Tsinghua University and Peking University, you still need military training. What does it sound like for an adult to cry like this? What kind of trouble is this?" Do you want everyone to see a joke?"

Sure enough, Lu Ni's words were still lethal. The girl wiped away tears for a while, then reluctantly returned to the queue.

The instructor is not old, but he looks gentle and even cute.

A boy asked the instructor: "Why do you have to turn left and right?"

The instructor said: "Only in this way can we tan more evenly."

A more courageous girl asked: "Instructor, what is your landline number?"

The instructor replied: "110."

The girl asked: "What's the zip code number?"

The instructor said: "123456."

The girl complained: "Instructor, do you treat me like a three-year-old child?"

The instructor said: "Military secret."

I suffered on the training ground during the day and had no peace when I returned to the dormitory at night.

Every morning at 5:30, the military training whistle sounds on time like a reminder.

What followed was a loud tidying up by the students. Through the hazy eyes, they hurriedly folded the quilts and clothes, folded them into tofu blocks, and tied them tightly with straps.

Then the washbasin, kettle, toothbrush, and toothbrush were all clattered together, and the shoelaces were tied haphazardly. After carrying the military flag, they ran to the training ground in a daze.

It was miserable.

During the military training, everyone's appetite seemed to be swollen, and they were particularly lazy when eating.

Those who usually cook one bowl of rice can now cook one and a half bowls, or even two bowls.

Normally I can eat two bowls, but it is not unusual to eat three bowls at this time.

Noon, cafeteria.

When we entered the cafeteria, there was a big pot of food. Zhang Xuan loved to eat meat, so he prepared all the meat dishes and served a free bowl of soup. He sat down and said to everyone in the dormitory:

"Did you see that? That Northeastern girl is here for dinner again. We have the old rule of betting on how many buns she eats this time. The loser will drink 2 enamel jars of water."

After half a month, everyone finally found fun in this boring life.

There is a Northeastern girl in the class, she is 178cm tall, relatively thick, and eats a lot during military training.

Wei Zisen liked this part of the entertainment the most. He was the first to speak happily: "I'll go first. This time I guess 8 buns."

Wan Jun said: "7."

Li Zheng said: "I also guess 7."

Shen Fan secretly glanced at the Northeastern girl not far away, thought for a while, and guessed: "Nine."

"Oh..." Everyone was frightened by this number and couldn't believe it!

Then Ou Ming said: "I am more optimistic about Lao Shen's idea, but I don't guess 9. Like Lao Wei, I guess 8."

After saying that, Ou Ming followed everyone and looked at Zhang Xuan, and he was the only one left without guessing.

Zhang Xuan took a sip of the soup and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely win today. I guess 10 or more."

Hearing this scary number, everyone's eyes dropped to the floor.

Then they didn't even care about how good the meal was. They secretly glanced at the corner of the cafeteria to watch the Northeastern girls eating.

Seeing fist-sized buns, the girl from Northeast China ate five of them in one go.

Seeing this, Wan Jun and Li Zhengchang, who guessed 7, regretted it.

But what is that? What kind of?

The northeastern girl calmly took a sip of the soup to moisten her throat. She seemed fine, picked up three more and finished them.

Wei Zisen's face twitched when he guessed 8!

Ou Ming also regretted his mistake and repeatedly said that he should have followed Shen Fan in guessing nine.

Shen Fan didn't have much confidence at this time. He said melancholy: "I feel like something is wrong with Peng Shanshan today. She usually doesn't eat buns at such a fast pace."

Of course something was wrong, because they didn't have breakfast today. Don't ask Zhang Xuan how he knew, it was because Peng Shanshan and Xiao Shiyi were in the same dormitory.

On the ninth bun, Shen Fan shriveled.

On the 10th bun, Zhang Xuan smiled happily.

After the 11th bun, everyone fell silent.

The 12th bun, everyone in the dormitory was dumbfounded!

Fuck her motherfucker!

Is this girl still a human?

Is it a human being?

He's a loser! Sun Fucheng’s level of a loser!

After eating, Zhang Xuan leisurely watched the five people in the dormitory lined up, each drinking two enamel jars of tap water, feeling extremely comfortable.

The great revenge must be avenged!

I was miserable the past few days. I had two enamel tanks with running water every day, rain or shine.

call! Finally turned over and became the master!

Zhang Xuan stretched himself and felt indescribably refreshed.

At the training ground, Xiao Shiyi came over and asked him quietly: "Did you win today?"

Zhang Xuan said: "I won, thank you."

Political education occupies a large part of the entire military training. In addition to taking classes on modern Chinese history and ideological and political education, everyone also has to study "Selection M" and "Selection D" every night and write reading notes, one article a day.

Zhang Xuan took it as an opportunity to practice calligraphy and copied "On Protracted War" repeatedly, but his pen calligraphy never improved.

In addition, they also played songs to each other and shouted "Unity is Strength" at the top of their lungs, as if whoever had a louder voice would be more appreciated.

Zhang Xuan was late once when he was delivering water to his wife. He was spotted by the instructor and forced to sing a song.

The song was Leslie Cheung's "Silence is Golden", which first silenced everyone, and then the girls had a collective orgasm, which later turned into a chorus.

Wei Zisen performed a disco show coquettishly, and while dancing, his eyes occasionally glanced at a girl from Class 1 next door, a girl with a delicate appearance but a very outstanding temperament.

Later, when Zhang Xuan and others inquired, they found out that the girl's name was Liu Siming. She was also a native of Yangcheng and Wei Zisen's high school classmate.

Several people in the dormitory cornered Wei Zisen and asked, "Go ahead and tell me. If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be stern."

Wei Zisen was forced to have no choice but to shout: "I said, I said, I came to CUHK for Liu Siming, otherwise I would go to the National People's Congress!"

Zhang Xuan and Li Zheng looked at each other, smiled and ridiculed: "Hey, I can't tell they are in the same relationship."

Zhang Xuan finally knew Xiao Shiyi’s real name, Su Jinyu.

Because of her outstanding appearance and temperament, she was frequently teased by the animals in the two phalanxes. In order to calm the public anger, the instructor asked her to perform her talent by name.

Little Eleven went up generously and sang a song. The song she sang was "The One Who Loves Me and the One I Love" by Qiu Haizheng.

The moment the singing started to sound, several square formations could hear their collective needles dropping. I don’t know whether it was the beautiful singing that infected everyone, or the beauty of Xiao Shiyi that washed away everyone. This is a matter of opinion and wisdom.

At 7 o'clock every night, everyone must go to the classroom to watch "Xinwen Lianbo" on time.

After the instructor left, Wei Zisen and Li Zheng would secretly tune in to Xiangjiang TV to listen to Ye Yuqing singing, Zhou Huimin singing, and Li Ming singing.

During military training, freshmen had a low point of laughter and laughed easily. Sometimes they laughed without knowing what was going on, and Zhang Xuan always looked confused.

The wind and rain turn into flowers, and time cannot catch up with the white horse. Are you still holding on to the sleep talk in your young hands? The clouds surge into summer...no military training, no youth.

At the end of the military training night, everyone celebrated their graduation with laughter and tears in a "group photo", "farewell", "dismissal dinner" and other popular forms.

Zhang Xuan has always felt that college military training is rough, dazed, confused, routine, passive, and depressing.

But when I look back on it again in middle age, it is a funny, childish and even joyful January. It can't be forgotten, it can't be rotten, it can't be transformed, it can't be avoided, it just lies there, in youth.

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