Everyone perked up their ears, their eyes brimming with gossip they couldn't hide.
Here it comes, the main event.
The young soldier on guard duty stood ramrod straight, forcing himself to become like a statue, though his eyes kept glancing this way from time to time, and his ears were perked up high.
Whether the protagonist of the story is present or not, the enjoyment of listening to the story is completely different; he wants to experience it again.
Da Liu made a stunning remark: "Your red floral underwear is torn, with three holes."
"Mama, this is really stingy."
“My dad’s underwear has no holes, it’s red, and there are no flowers.”
Xie Lin hadn't expected to be part of the control group, and he was about to burst into laughter when he quickly shut up.
You brat, if you're going to sell your uncle, then sell your uncle. Why are you selling your dad?
I'll spank her when we get back.
Ha ha ha ha……
Unsurprisingly, the jarring sound was unbearable.
Lu Fan is like an excellent journalist, quickly pinpointing the main character of an event. He doesn't have a camera or microphone, but he has a sharp tongue.
"Old Shen, you really care about your family. You're still wearing those clothes with three holes in them. Tell me, tell me quickly, did you wash those red and floral underwear, or did your wife wash them for you?"
He emphasized the words "red" and "flower," pausing between them to make sure everyone could clearly hear that they were adjectives, not nouns.
Shen Yijin blushed deeply, wishing there was a hole in the ground in front of him, and he immediately performed a demonstration of crawling into a hole.
Then, as if remembering something, his dark eyes swept across the room, spotting a fellow sufferer, and pointed with his long hand.
"In the sixth grade, Lao Zhang also wore open-crotch pants, oh no, I saw him, and he washed them by himself in the middle of the night."
Wow, double the fun!
Washing in the middle of the night is different from washing during the day.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Zhang Dong realized something was wrong and turned to run.
As a neighbor, he knew all too well how terrifying the little rascal in front of him could be.
She has the same big mouth as her sister-in-law.
He's small in stature but has a big voice.
I prayed silently: May the sixth grader's brain short-circuit, and may he not see me, may he not see me.
It would have been better if he hadn't run away, then the little loudspeaker wouldn't have needed to appear. Now look what's happened.
"Hey, hey, it looks like it, it looks like it."
This microphone is different from the previous ones; it's been modified by Guagua and now features built-in amplification and looping, making it super loud.
From a sweet, childlike voice to a louder, more powerful one.
"Big news, Mr. Zhang, it's Zhang Dong, his pants have a hole in them."
Shen Yijin thought she had diverted his attention and secretly slipped away.
The next sentence: "Shen's father, Shen Bingshan, 30 years old, wearing red floral shorts with 3 holes."
Then came these two sentences, which played on a loop, spreading to every corner of the training ground. Only the protagonist of the incident knew how powerful they were.
Thud!
By hooking his left foot around his right, Shen Yijin didn't manage to crawl into a hole, but instead had a close encounter with the ground.
Looking up, reaching out, eyes filled with resentment, Old Zhang, why did you run away? I will never let you get away with this.
Zhang Dong was filled with regret. If he could turn back time, he would never have run away.
He chose to watch a play with his brothers versus watching a grand opera with the entire camp.
Ugh, Brother Lin is so useless. He couldn't control his wife before, and now he can't control his daughter.
Waaah, my reputation!
Three heads peeked out from around the corner, initially white, then turning red.
The three of them pulled their heads back, feeling extremely relieved.
Phew, thank goodness I didn't have to appear.
They are not only neighbors, but also family members.
Chief of Staff Ding: "Old Xiao, how many holes do you have?"
Chief Xiao held up two fingers. "And you?"
"Same."
The two spoke in a tone as if they were asking each other, "Have you eaten yet?", and then both looked at Political Commissar Li.
Political Commissar Li's eyes darted around. "Same."
He looks guilty.
I understand, two or more.
The alkaline moisture on the island makes the fabric brittle, and coupled with scarcity and people's thrifty habits, they patched and mended year after year.
I wouldn't say everyone wears ripped jeans, but at least more than half do.
Thanks to the sixth grade, Shen Yijin and Zhang Dong became famous.
The method was unbearable to watch.
The camp was filled with laughter, and red-headed shrimp were everywhere.
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