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To be honest, the more I recall, the more I found that most of the memories of my new recruit and academic barracks were related to monks. I think if the monk was capable of writing novels, he might have discovered that the main memory was me.

Although I don't want everyone to be too impressed by this bastard, so I deliberately avoided him, but there are many things about him, especially about me, and I can't count them.

Well, I won’t avoid it anymore. Although it’s a bad fate, it is also the most valuable memory of my military service.

Let’s talk about the monk’s question, my boss and I once asked him why he was sent to Shaolin Temple when we were bored.

The monk shook his head and said he didn't know either, and we didn't give up. He asked him if there was anything special happening before going to Shaolin Temple?

After thinking about it, the monk told us that before going to Shaolin Temple, his parents took him out to play for the last time when they went to a distant relative's house.

According to him, as soon as he entered the village, his relatives invited him to play with a large number of children in the village. The children wanted to bully him, so they joined forces to compete with him.

As a result, he won the competition to climb trees. He won the competition to run. He won the competition to pee. He... needless to say, the chief meningitis is there.

In the end, he might have won too many times, and the other party joined forces to slap him and pushed him into a ditch. This made the monk angry. He snatched the manure bucket from the farming uncle's hand, carried the manure slap in one hand and the other with the bucket in the village to chase the children.

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When talking about this, the old man and I imagined such a strange picture in our minds.

As the sun sets, a little kid covered in mud, running around the village with a dung puff in his hand. According to the monk's habit, he will definitely not run in obscurity, but will definitely shout while running. So in the end, the whole village should be watching the child and then considering whether the child is crazy.

Thinking of this, the boss and I suddenly felt sympathy for the monk's parents. I guess this day was very embarrassed.

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At the end of the story, the monk scratched his head in confusion and said, "That time, I originally said I would stay at my relative's house for two days, but we went home in the afternoon. I don't know why I suddenly had to leave in a hurry."

I smiled bitterly and said, "What about then? You were sent to Shaolin Temple?"

"I went to Shaolin Temple not by my parents, but an old monk in the village of my relatives said that I was in good health and was very suitable for going to Shaolin Temple. Then I left a phone number for my parents, and then I was taken to Shaolin Temple." The monk said truthfully.

The boss and I looked at each other, then sighed deeply. The old monk put the monk back this time, probably because he regretted his choice. After all, it is useless to be healthy, and he also needs a bright mind.

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By the way, let me tell you about my understanding of the boss. I have a very good relationship with the boss in the Barracks. As a brother in 1987, I still respect him very much. The most important thing is that I have a very close worldview and can chat with him.

Of course, my initial meeting with him was not that friendly.

I remember that I slept on the lower bunk and the eldest in the upper bunk. At first, we were not very familiar with each other, so we stopped and nodded and smiled. Until one night, when I was asleep, I suddenly felt someone touching me through the quilt.

When we opened our eyes, we saw that the boss's vicissitudes of face was in the slight moonlight, and our eyes were relatively tender and tender for more than ten seconds.

The boss said embarrassedly: "Well, the fourth brother. I want to go to the bathroom. Can you give me some paper?"

Mad, I was scared to death at night. I thought I was going to be molested. But before I recognized the boss, I really had a lot of random thoughts. After all, there were a lot of female soldiers living on the other end of this building, and I thought I was so charming that there were female soldiers going to attack me at night.

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I don’t know if you know wisdom teeth, why did you suddenly talk about this? Because I suddenly remembered a lot of things about wisdom teeth.

As a thing that is not very visible, but often inflamed and painful, I have a deep fear of it. To be honest, I am very lazy. If I hadn't had wisdom teeth often inflamed, I would never have the habit of brushing my teeth twice a day.

Big Face, you will know when you hear this nickname that this person must have a very big face. Yes, Big Face obviously weighs only 140, but her face weighs at least 40 kilograms. This is my Face Brother.

One day, Dachao and I were looking at the medical column, and the dentist above said that wisdom teeth were extracting can slim the face, so I looked at Dachao.

At that time, his big face showed a sudden expression, and then he said to me firmly: "I want to take out my wisdom teeth."

OK, then go. So I accompanied him to do wisdom teeth extraction surgery once when I went out.

Let me spread some knowledge to you. It is not allowed to remove wisdom teeth when they are inflamed. It must be removed after anti-inflammatory.

In addition, wisdom teeth removal will be very painful and you can't stand it without anesthetics.

Not long after Dachao was lying on the surgical chair, he began to regret it. After taking the anesthetics, Dachao hurriedly asked the doctor if it really didn't hurt.

The doctor said, "Then you try it."

So he pinched his legs desperately, then said with a sad face: "It hurts so much, the anesthetics are not effective."

The doctor looked at his big face with an expression of mental retardation and said, "What you do on a horse is to pull wisdom teeth, not an amputation, why are you doing pinching your legs?"

To be honest, at that time I thought the anesthesia was a whole body.

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Speaking of Qingdao, my impression of Qingdao is not only colder than Shanghai, but also the wind in Qingdao is particularly strong.

Friends from Qingdao should not correct me, because all my impressions refer to the place in Jimo, Nanquan, Qingdao.

If the autumn wind is the mother's hand, and it blows across your face with a slight coolness. Then the Nanquan wind is the stepmother's hand, which makes your cheeks hurt and you can't even breathe.

In this case, the old smokers have to face a problem, if they can light cigarettes more effectively.

Later, the convenience store started selling windproof lighters, so I accompanied my second brother to go over and buy one.

The flame of the windproof lighter is blue and looks pretty. However, because I don’t smoke, I don’t really understand the difference between this thing and an ordinary lighter. So when my second brother was igniting the fire, I went up and blew a breath to blow out the flame.

After blowing out the flame, I frowned and asked, "Isn't this a windproof lighter? Why did it go out as soon as the fire was blown?"

The boss of the convenience store looked at me with a look of caring for mentally retarded children and said to me: "This is a windproof lighter, not a mentally retarded lighter. You have such a big lung capacity, which lighter can withstand your blow."

I:"…….."
Chapter completed!