Today is September 19th, Friday, and there will be a celebration in the afternoon, so the whole squadron is resting.
However, leadership is coming to visit, and Detachnt Captain Zhang is also sitting in the Squadron Departnt, having a discussion with Instructor Cao and Captain Ye to understand the squadron’s situation. Although everyone is sowhat tired from just returning from a dispatch, they didn’t go up to the third floor to rest. Instead, Squad One took it upon themselves to clean the floors, followed by Second Squad washing the vehicles. Those who were free also helped out in the kitchen or with cleaning.
Second Squadron had four mbers compete in the Grand Martial Arts Competition. They just won national honors: an individual first place, an individual sixth place, and a group first place. These are the greatest honors Second Squadron has achieved since its establishnt, and everyone didn’t want to tarnish them even slightly.
Fang Huai, the chief contributor to this achievent, however, was running around the place in Second Squadron.
"You guys just went on a dispatch again? Was it close to an explosion?"
"How dangerous fires are, you must be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious, right?"
"Ever since you beca a cadre, I heard it’ll take over a decade before you can be discharged. Your dad and I worry about you every day!"
"I said we shouldn’t have listened to your dad and let you join the military, and your uncle even suggested you join the firefighting forces, saying it has good benefits..."
Zhang i looked at her son, and upon hearing his comrades talking about the noon dispatch, she felt like all the wealth recently accrued was nothing but zeroes, and Fang Huai’s health was the essential "one".
So, in an instant, she forgot about her identity as "Manager Zhang" in the company and went back to her old profession.
"Mother".
Fang Huai took Yang Shaoqing to the third floor to process so data on the computer, and they just enjoyed the blissful efficiency that cos with male and female cooperation. But the mont they went downstairs, he got an earful from his mom for half an hour and finally felt a bit numb.
"I know, I know, I know! When I enlisted, you were the one who told to read books every day. When I got into the troops, to work towards the Military Academy, how co your tune has changed now that I’ve beco a cadre?!"
"...That was what your uncle said. Also, it’s gotten colder these past two days, and you’re wearing so little! Winter is coming soon – why aren’t you wearing the thermal sweater and pants I sent you?"
Fang Huai: ...
Late September, and winter is coming?
In Guizhou, it doesn’t start getting cold until December! This is just a brief cold snap! In a couple of days, it’ll be 28 or 29 degrees – I’d get hot wearing physical training shorts, and you want to wear thermals?
Sotis, I really feel like calling the police and having them take away.
So, he turned to Yang Shaoqing beside him, sending out an SOS signal.
"Hey, Yang Shaoqing, you’re just going to stand there and enjoy the show? Won’t you say sothing for ?"
Yang Shaoqing started blowing air through her mouth again, holding back laughter, with her big eyes blinking away.
Wants to watch, loves to watch, definitely a sight to see.
Fang Huai grimaced.
"Usually, you’re the one telling to train hard and serve... mmph, mmph mmph!"
Yang Shaoqing’s delicate hand suddenly exerted the force of a thunderbolt, covering Fang Huai’s mouth.
"No, not at all! Every ti you go on a dispatch, I always tell you to pay attention to safety, alright?"
Fang Huai, no matter how aweso he was outside, would always have to submit when it ca to the two most important won in his life.
With Zhang i’s arrival, the whole squadron got to watch a large-scale docuntary: Mother’s Love is Like a Mountain. Fang Huai, nagged by his mom, walked up and down throughout the squadron and even hid in the toilet for several minutes. Hu Hongzhi, squatting inside, saw Fang Huai standing by another squatting pit doing nothing for a long ti, let out a long "sigh", and then walked out heavily.
n.
n with cars stay in garages, n without cars stay in toilets.
Fortunately, while wandering to the backyard, Zhang i saw Fang Huai’s comrades coming towards them, looking at her son with teasing gazes, and she finally rembered how Fang Huai, as a child, followed a bunch of wild kids climbing walls and rooftops. When she and Fang Kaiyang found him, Fang Kaiyang beat him all the way ho, which led to Fang Huai refusing to eat for several days.
Back then, those kids looked at Fang Huai just the sa way.
Her son cared a lot about his dignity.
"Alright, alright, I won’t say anymore. But from now on, every ti you go on a dispatch, you have to report your safety to !"
Fang Huai felt a huge relief.
"Okay, okay, Brother Yang, from now on I’ll send you a text ssage, and you forward a copy to your second mom for !"
At the ntion of "second mom", both won suddenly stopped talking.
Yang Shaoqing’s cheeks flushed a bright red, while Zhang i looked at her "second daughter" who was discreet and charming, liking her more and more, her face showing a content smile.
"Shaoqing, Fang Huai was mischievous and clueless since he was young..."
The nagging shifted target.
Fine, the dead-weight friend rather than the poor priest.
It wasn’t two minutes before Fang Huai suddenly noticed an administrative vehicle driving into the backyard, spotted his savior arriving, and imdiately hurried to greet them.
"Mom, our leadership has arrived, why don’t you chat with Brother Yang for a while? Have a long chat!"
...
Fifteen minutes later, the whole squadron blew the whistle, and everyone gathered on the fourth floor.
It wasn’t the Party and Governnt eting Room, nor the Large eting Hall.
It was the Honor Room, a place that everyone in the squadron visits once but seldom goes to by their own volition a second ti.
This was today’s event: discussing growth in the Honor Room.
A crowd followed the three leaders from the Detachnt upstairs.
The propaganda cadre from the Detachnt, cara in hand, kept taking photos.
Detachnt Captain Zhang spoke up in the lead, his voice echoing brightly:
"I just took a look, and this Honor Room of yours is too small. After you move to the new building, you’ll need to make it bigger. Second Squadron hasn’t been established long and still has so historical deficiencies, but this is also an opportunity. The history of Second Squadron will be created by you all.
You have to prove that a squadron founded in the 21st century, in a new era, can have the sa fiery spirit and the resilience to endure hardship, passed down by the older generation of revolutionaries!"
Political Commissar Cheng nodded with a smile, "I think you should turn it into a Grand Hall of Honor, so they can see how empty it is and earn honors for the squadron. Aspiring for the distant mountains and striving to see how many years it will take Second Squadron to fill up such a large hall!"
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