Li Kuiyong's straightforward music:

"Oh, I'm so laughing... This little Hao lives so freely..."

He Xiaolan withdrew her envious eyes, looked down at her washboard, and then remembered Li Kuiyong's words, "Grow some meat in the places where it should grow", and she was suddenly a little discouraged.

Fortunately, Li Kuiyong discovered it in time, rubbed her head, and said warmly:

"Don't worry, you are only fourteen years old. When you were a child, you didn't keep up with your nutrition, so you naturally can't compare to Hao Shuwen. Besides, how can you make a bun in one bite?"

He Xiaoman didn't hear his bad joke, but the "brother" comforted her and quickly pushed the matter to her heart. She sat side by side with Li Kuiyong on the large iron box where the cooking class stored the seasonings. She squinted her eyes, her white feet were immersed in hot water, and her pores were so comfortable that she wanted to sing.

Li Kuiyong suddenly said:

"Manman, do you think they... look like a group of cranes?"

He Xiaolan looked at him and saw the group of mud balls that were burning their feet like cranes. A sense of superiority that had never appeared before came to light.

Except for the training section, no other leading cadres and faculty members of the art troupe followed, so the highest position in the entire team was Li Kuiyong. Not to mention that he took his sister to sit on the seasoning box, even if he sat on the pot, no one dared to say a word!

He Xiaoman lowered her head and smiled, her ten toes dancing under the water. The clear water splashed up and disappeared the pair of black and shiny pupils reflected on it...

At this time, a riot suddenly broke out in the group of cranes with one-legged legs.

The male soldiers suddenly didn't know that their feet were frozen. One and two of them were on fire and put on their shoes and socks, threw down basins all over the floor, and gathered in a certain place...

Li Kuiyong stared at her eyes for a while, but didn't see that it was so. However, when He Xiaolan looked like she was not surprised, she asked:

"Manman, what happened?"

He Xiaolan smiled softly and said quietly:

"I probably went to see Lin Dingding. She was born with a three-point disease. She just lived like this and didn't do anything. She was already [slight injury and could not get off the fire line]. She either had stomach pain or allergies on weekdays, or had low fever for no reason... Also, her feet were growing well, and as long as she walked the same path, she would get blisters. Today, she walked thirty miles, so she was afraid she would get bubbles again, right?"

These words are simply too insignificant!

If it weren't for the fact that Li Kuiyong would have thought that Xiao Suizi, who was sharp-tongued, had come!

In such a warm, comfortable and safe environment, He Xiaoman's playful soul blocked by the darkness poked her head out. She could actually complain about others without hesitation like a normal young girl, and even said more than a hundred words in one breath?

He Xiaoman is so envious of Lin Dingding!

Ding Ding is loved by too many people because she is constantly suffering from various minor illnesses.

There are jokes about Ding Ding having minor illnesses circulating in the art troupe. For example, she said that her cough was much better, which means that there were a lot of "eggs" (same as "phlegm" and "eggs" in Shanghai dialect), and told her to eat more fruits when she was sick. She said that "sak" (orange) had a lot of vitamins, which means that it was easy to lay eggs (phlegm).

Often, two young whites hold their stomachs in their hands, which means that the stomach qi hurts again. If she asks, she will say in 70% Shanghainese and 30% Mandarin:

"This stomach bloated like a ball!"

So the art troupe performs a food and entertainment banquet. Someone will be warned if they eat beautifully:

"Be careful to bloat this stomach into a ball!"

Lin Dingding was not very sick, but they were all real diseases. Once her stomach bloated into a ball, people saw her chewing her stomach smoothly and chewing it into peanuts in a row...

This kind of physique is what He Xiaolan dreams of.

Her longing for illness has been around for a long time. Her father left her alone in this cold and dark world. The only two tenderness in life is that she can be treasured by her mother for a short time when she looks like she is about to die...

So, in her opinion, she was sick, seriously ill, and was dying-

It's equivalent to being treated gently!

Seeing people surrounding Lin Dingding like bunkers, she herself was a brick and stone in the bunker, while Lin Dingding was the pearl in everyone's hand, how could she not envy?

Now He Xiaoman can say these words with a three-point sour and sarcastic taste, but it may not be a good phenomenon. After all, there is a "brother" who will always stay in a visible place, afraid that you will be bullied and excluded, and you will be cold and tired. She will hug you and wade through the cold stream...

Even a stone is about to warm up!

Li Kuiyong didn't think so much. He intuitively felt that He Xiaoman in front of him had a little bit of a living thing. He probably could make a joke, so he bent down and smiled:

"Come on, let me see if Manman has blood bubbles?"

He Xiaoman was embarrassed and hurriedly stretched out her hands to cover the mouth of the basin. Her ten toes curled up shyly and said with a red face:

"No, no...non't one!"

"Really not?"

"No!"

"I don't believe it, let me count..."

"Don't... at least half of the way today was carried by you. How could it be...ah..."

Halfway through her speech, she woke up and covered her face shyly.

After a while, she took the hand carefully and looked at Li Kuiyong. Seeing that he was still staring at his feet in a daze, she silently covered the other foot with one foot.

Li Kuiyong said:

"The water is a little cold. Do you want to add some hot water?"

He Xiaoman blushed and said:

"No, let's go see Lin Dingding?"

I picked up the towel and wiped off the water droplets from my feet. Suddenly, I felt something in my heart. I glanced at it and saw Li Kuiyong's face.

His hands froze and he looked at Li Kuiyong as if he was begging:

"Brother, stop watching..."

Li Kuiyong laughed casually:

"Okay, your little feet are quite strong and there are really no blood blisters!"

He Xiaoman wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction. Can this "brother" be used to describe a girl's feet?

The two of them put on their shoes and socks and walked into the crowd.

Lin Dingding's feet were held onto her knees by the sanitary staff in front of everyone. Their feet were indeed fair, delicate and soft as boneless. The pink soles were brightly covered with dozens of blood blisters!

The sanitary was like reciting a priceless antique jade, carefully holding the foot, piercing it with one needle until blood flowed, and then thrusting the hair for drainage on more than a dozen blood blisters...

Ding Ding, who was dying, waved soft hands at people:

"Don't look at me, don't look at me!"

The crowd was surrounded, especially the group of male soldiers who were struggling, and hissing from time to time. It seemed that Ding Ding had already sacrificed locally and became martyrs in part. They were mourning Ding Ding...

Liu Feng looked at the bleeding jade feet without blinking. He did not gasp like others. His whole face was already stiff. It hurt her so much that her intestines turned into water. He died partially with Ding Ding's jade feet!

Li Kuiyong shook his head, pulled He Xiaoman and left.

It seems that Lin Dingding still needs to save some part of it for a while. He went to fetch two basins of hot water. The brother and sister continued to sit on the seasoning box and soak their feet. On this cold day, is there anything more comfortable besides soaking your feet?

Others have, for example—

Look at the bloody soles!

Li Kuiyong turned his face, leaned into He Xiaoman's ear, and said softly:

"Her feet are not as good as yours!"

The edge of He Xiaolan's ears turned red again. She clenched her toes in shame and hid one foot under the other, but the one above could not be hidden no matter what, so she had to stammer:

"Brother...you...don't talk nonsense!"

Li Kuiyong said seriously:

"Really, let me tell you... Human feet are divided into three types. The first type is Greek feet, the second toe is the longest. The second type is Egyptian feet, the longest big toe. The third type is the rarest. There are no particularly prominent toes. The big toe is not very thick. The five toes are evenly reduced to one arc, which is the most suitable foot for ballet dancers..."

He Xiaoman looked at her toes, took a look, and quickly retracted:

"So, am I Roman foot?"

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"Yes, that's not rare and beautiful?"

He Xiaoman smiled shyly, tilted her head and thought for a while, and said uncertainly:

"Is Lin Dingding a Greek foot?"

Li Kuiyong said:

"Yes, look at her second toe, which is longer than a big toe. It is not convenient to wear shoes. Either wear larger sizes or have to curl up after wearing small shoes... I guess she is wearing small shoes, who would want to wear big shoes for girls? So, I always curled up my toes and heels along the way, and then I only got more than a dozen blood bubbles!"

He Xiaolan laughed silently. It turned out that she also had a place that was more beautiful than Lin Dingding's pearls. Her shy toes stretched one by one, and were reddened by hot water, and were neatly arranged at the bottom of the water...

Before the shooting training began, Deputy Section Chief Jian came over to ask for instructions.

He said that he needed to choose two guard sentries, standing at the outermost edge of the shooting range, to prevent fellow villagers from entering and being accidentally injured by stray bullets. The list of the primary elections was Liu Feng and Xiao Suizi.

Liu Feng is volunteering. He has always been so self-sacrificing. Moreover, he has been in the field army for a few years and has long since been out of target shooting. So he simply saved the opportunity to get enough guns to give to others. Xiao Suizi was unanimously recommended by everyone because her shooting generally cannot count the number of rings, and the bullets have never been on targets. Everyone is afraid that she will drag down the collective target shooting results...

Li Kuiyong thought for a while and said:

"Let Xiao Suizi change with the best male soldier who scored last year. The more he knows how to fight, the more he needs to practice. The results are nothing!"

Deputy Section Chief Jian escaped, and the art troupe never took training seriously. Their mission was on the stage. As for carrying a gun to the battlefield, I never thought about it-

The art soldiers have all come to the front line, how bad is the battle situation?
To be continued...