"我有一把锋利的刀片...愿意牺牲我的生命,鲜血仍然是鲜红色的.我有个红色流苏,可以束缚青龙..."
在传统之夜已经飘在空中许久的远处歌声中,韩清俞做了一个梦.他不应该对传统之夜有任何其他的记忆,但在梦中,他殴打了四名老兵,伴随着几张模糊的面孔.
然后他被那些模糊的面孔抛向空中,被抓住,然后又被抛了起来...
越来越多的人加入到这个群体中,也有很多笑脸,在黑暗和火光中为他鼓掌呐喊.然而,他无法清楚地看清他们中的任何一个.
当他再次从空中坠落时,感觉就像是从真正的高处坠落一样.韩清俞转头低头一看,发现突然间,下面没有人,也没有更多的手臂可以抓住他.
他醒来时,感觉像是摔倒了,浑身是冷汗.
天已经亮了.韩清俞坐起身来,想了想,估计这个梦很可能是他"怨恨"引起的.然后他下床洗漱.
韩清俞从来没有去过军营,但他还是能想象到,那些正规军的宿舍,恐怕和蔚蓝联盟军的宿舍不一样.这里的床是双层床,房间的阳台上有三个水槽,这意味着早起洗漱通常不会太拥挤.
The iron cabinets for storing clothes and odds and ends were very old. There were marks left by iron hooks and slanting iron bars on the inner walls.
Judging from the experience he got in Lao Jian's vehicle that day, these designs were originally supposed to be used for organizing and storing "Three-Dimensional Maneuvering Devices". But for some reason, whether it was because they were later vacated for new recruits or something else, they had been removed.
Before long, the others also got up one after another. When they saw that Han Qingyu had already finished washing up, they whispered that those who had eaten meat were indeed more energetic.
Yang Qingbai, holding a towel, stood at the door and suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Come and have a look, you guys."
His voice sounded a bit surprised and puzzled.
"What is it?" Everyone gathered around and took a look, and they were all a bit bewildered on the spot.
There was a new entry on the assessment form at the door. For the first time since Dormitory 11 was established, they had gotten points added.
And it was 13 points added at once. As a result, the advantage they currently had over the second-to-last dormitory was only 6 points left.
Everyone tried hard to recall whether they had done anything positive recently...
The answer was no.
Some people from the dormitories on the same floor passed by and discussed, saying that the dormitories whose occupants had stood up and fought with the veteran soldiers last night all had points added this morning, 3 points for each dormitory.
"So," Liu Shiheng glanced at the assessment form on the door and said, "Could it be because we performed well when we snatched the meat?"
After discussing it, everyone thought it was the case because there really wasn't any other reason.
Han Qingyu, who was the only one who snatched the meat on the Meat-Snatching Night and also the one who turned off the lights, and, according to rumors, the one who had hit Chief Instructor Zhang on the head. Han Qingyu had become famous among the new recruits.
"Then why is it 13 points? This number isn't a round number, nor is it a multiple of the points added to the other dormitories." Yang Qingbai hung up the towel as he expressed his confusion.
This was a bit tricky. Everyone kept discussing it until they went out for the morning exercise, but still didn't come to a conclusion until Wen Jifei, while walking, suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Qingyu.
"This, couldn't it be... the weight of that piece of meat? Thirteen, jin," Wen Jifei said hesitantly. "Qingzi, can you estimate it?"
Han Qingyu recalled the feel of it at that time and said, "It might have been over ten jin."
"..."
The answer was revealed, and it was rather absurd. And then, there wasn't even a trace of the joy and excitement about "getting points added for the first time" left. "We want meat, we want meat. You can take as many points as you want... Thirteen points, what's the use of them? We're still at the bottom."
"Want meat..."
Morning exercise, breakfast.
After breakfast, there was still some time before the training started. Han Qingyu hurried to send a letter. This was the first time he had written a letter to his family since he joined the army, and he had just got permission to do so.
Only the address of his home was written on the envelope, and it wasn't sealed.
He handed the letter to the management staff in charge. Today it was a female soldier. The female soldier looked at the unsealed part, gestured, and then looked up and said, "Sorry."
Han Qingyu nodded. Since there was such a rule, doing it openly like this was much better than secretly opening and reading it privately.
Then the female soldier read the letter. After reading it, she looked up, smiled stiffly, and didn't express any self-righteous thoughts, feelings, or sympathy. She asked, "There are restrictions on the opportunities to send letters, but there are no restrictions on the quantity and types of items. Do you have anything else to send together? For example..."
Han Qingyu said, "I'm still a new recruit."
"Oh, I didn't notice." The female soldier said and then took out a notebook from the drawer, opened one of the pages, turned it around, and handed it to Han Qingyu, saying, "Copy the sender's address here, copy it exactly, don't miss a single word... Here's the pen."
Han Qingyu copied it, sealed the envelope, and signed his name on a letter-sending personnel statistics table.
The female soldier took it, checked it over, confirmed that the address was correct and that there were no unnecessary words or punctuation marks, and then put the letter among one of the stacks of letters sorted and clipped with large clips, saying, "It's okay now. We'll forward both the sent letters and the replies. There might be a delay of a few days. We'll notify you as soon as the reply arrives."
"Thank you." Han Qingyu thanked her and went out.
助理教练胡海鹏站在门口等他.看到韩清俞出来,直接用胳膊搂住他的肩膀,领着他来到了一间办公室.