Chapter 912 Dumplings for You

"You didn't say anything wrong. It really has nothing to do with me. I was just meddling in my own business."

Of course Xiao Suizi said angry words, just like most women, they always like to say ironic things.

But Chen Can is different. He thinks that his attitude has been revealed and he has apologized, but Xiao Suizi is still angry. This is unreasonable. He wasn't stupid, so he couldn't tell that Xiao Suizi didn't mean what he said.

He was beaten by Wang Yan, lost his temper, and did it to a woman. This was his fault. But Xiao Suizi kept holding on and wouldn't let go. This was Xiao Suizi's fault.

So Chen Can didn't speak anymore.

So Xiao Suizi didn't look at him anymore, poured hot water in silence and left...

Some personal thoughts have nothing to do with the whole. The cultural troupe had a lively breakfast and was ready to pack up and continue to set off to catch up with the groups further ahead for a condolence performance.

Before departure, all the members of the art troupe who came out gathered together.

Squad leader Su Huilan stood in front and lectured loudly. The main thing is to summarize the problems in yesterday's performance, praise the outstanding ones, and also criticize individual comrades.

"Here, I focus on criticizing Comrade Lin Dingding." Su Huilan said this and then shouted, "Lin Dingding!"

"arrive!"

"Get out of the queue!"

"yes!"

Lin Dingding was in the front row of the singing and dancing team. He took a step forward, stood alone and stood at attention.

Su Huilan glanced at it and said loudly: "Last night's performance, the fourth program was supposed to be Comrade Lin Dingding's solo, but Comrade Lin Dingding missed the show. To commend the comrades for their performance in the accident last night, there is no Due to Lin Dingding's mistake, he was in a mess. He was calm and did not make any mistakes. He presented the performance completely, comforted the soldiers who were training, and did not let them down.

Although we are a cultural troupe, we are also soldiers. It is our duty to obey orders and do our jobs well. Comrade Lin Dingding was unorganized and undisciplined, which caused major process errors in our performance. Although the comrades responded appropriately, Comrade Lin Dingding's fault cannot be denied.

Lin Dingding, tell me where you were at that time and why you missed the show? "

Lin Dingding pursed her lips and didn't know how to answer for a moment. She couldn't just say that she and Director Wu were stealing cans there, just being me and me.

"Report!"

At this time, a man's voice sounded, and everyone looked over. The squad leader also took a look, and it was Director Wu who was doing the publicity photography. When they gathered, he was there taking photos.

Seeing that he was not one of his subordinates, the squad leader turned to look at Ning Shan, the political commissar of the art troupe with his hands behind his back. The latter raised his head to Director Wu: "Say!"

"Yes!" Director Wu saluted. He did not belong to the art troupe, but the propaganda department of the Political Department. He had no subordinate relationship with Ningshan, but he must be respected.

He said: "Reporting to the political commissar and squad leader, it was me who interviewed Comrade Lin Dingding last night, which delayed her time."

Su Huilan glanced back and forth at Director Wu and Lin Dingding, and finally looked at the corner of the team: "He Xiaoping, you found Lin Dingding yesterday, is that right?"

He Xiaoping blinked her big eyes and finally responded: "Yes!"

Naturally, no one believed this. Everyone present knew that Lin Dingding often recruited men, and also knew that Director Wu was pursuing Lin Dingding. As the direct leader, the squad leader also knows what the people under his command are like. As a political commissar, Ningshan can be called a cunning old man. He can understand the little thoughts of young people at a glance. Moreover, He Xiaoping did not have a palace, so her difficulties were written all over her face.

Ning Shan took two steps forward: "We are a cultural troupe, and every performance we perform is a battlefield. Comrade Lin Dingding is unorganized and undisciplined, which caused major mistakes in our performances. After returning to the troupe, he must make An insightful written review.”

"Yes!" Lin Dingding shouted in response.

"Comrades, this mission..."

Ningshan also made some summaries of last night's performance, put forward prospects for future performances, and put forward requirements and instructions to the comrades of the cultural troupe.

After the speech, the day's actions began.

The art troupe broke camp and set off, continuing like yesterday. Wang Yan and Liu Feng fell behind again, helping to dismantle the stage and various equipment, gather various props, and load the truck again.

After setting off, the two took a ride and caught up with the performance team of the cultural troupe. They got off the car and walked behind the team.

Wang Yan said: "I saw it in the morning. You looked at Director Wu very unkindly."

"I am from the cultural troupe. Because of Director Wu, Lin Dingding missed the show, which further caused our performance to almost go wrong. This was all his fault."

"You're just tough-talking."

"That's not true. Then the comrades still say that you and Hao Shuwen are good. Are you two just getting along?"

"I'm not talking about people behind their backs, but we are good friends and I have to tell you the truth of the matter so that you don't have unrequited love and suffer in vain. During the performance last night, I went to the back to hide and smoke. I saw Lin Dingding and Director Wu together.

Director Wu must have sent a box of cans from the logistics department, where he was feeding Lin Dingding and even kissed Lin Dingding. At that time, He Xiaoping happened to be looking for her. If you don't believe it, you can go to her for confirmation. "

"impossible!"

Wang Yan shook his head with a smile: "You actually believed it, but you just don't want to admit it. You know how popular Lin Dingding is with gay men. She is surrounded by a group of people every day, and she is already dazzled by the choices. Do you think she will fall in love with you?

If it's outside, it's fine. There are so many talented people in our art troupe. Each family is more complicated than the other. You often go out, and you know the situation best. It's a different matter whether it's related or not. Some families can eat meat and fine grains several times a month, while some families can't eat more than two meals a year.

We are all human beings. If it were Lin Dingding, what would she think? You can repair her watch, but no one can buy her a new one. You cook noodles for Lin Dingding, but Wu can get her canned food, and maybe there will be even better ones in the future. If you were Lin Dingding, what would you think? Revolutionary love also depends on the person. "

Liu Feng waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't talk nonsense, ours is a pure revolutionary friendship, the same with anyone, but it's not what you think."

"That's me talking too much, anyway, you can decide for yourself."

Wang Yan smiled and didn't continue to talk, just let Liu Feng listen to a little. In fact, there is nothing wrong with Liu Feng pursuing Lin Dingding, just don't let the original thing happen, he was transferred out of the art troupe, ruined his reputation, and lost his future. Wang Yan's goal is to avoid what happened in the future, but that is uncontrollable, so he advised Liu Feng to have some sense and not to cause trouble for himself.

The two walked in silence. Wang Yan looked around at the scenery and the marching troops. He didn't speak for a long time. Liu Feng's sadness had overflowed and flooded Wang Yan's feet.

As if to ease the awkward atmosphere, Liu Feng asked: "What do you think? I didn't see you getting close to anyone. You're not really thinking about Hao Shuwen, right?"

"How do you know it's not Hao Shuwen who's thinking about me?"

Liu Feng was happy: "I feel that you have changed a lot recently. You never boasted before."

"Before, we didn't have much contact, you didn't know me, but I never boasted. This is called self-confidence, you know. The teacher has a broken poem, which is quite good. Confident that I will live for 200 years and will be able to travel 3,000 miles. I will work hard in this direction under his guidance."

Wang Yan recited this poem loudly, quite heroic and free and easy, with his own style.

"I'm optimistic about you. Oh, by the way, how's your song going?"

"The lyrics are finished, and I'm composing the music."

"What song is it? Let me hear it." At this time, a female voice sounded behind the two of them.

"Suizi, why are you running behind us?" Liu Feng asked.

It was Xiao Suizi who was carrying a red flag and had two double-sided waist drums tied around her waist.

"I fell behind." Seeing Liu Feng reaching out to take the red flag, she handed it over and asked with a smile, "What song did you two sing just now? Sing a few lines for me to hear."

"I can't sing." Wang Yan shook his head.

"Why can't you sing? Don't you like me?"

Liu Feng said with a smile: "He's teasing you, Suizi. He wrote the song himself. He just finished writing the lyrics, but there's no music yet."

"Huh?" Xiao Suizi looked at Wang Yan suspiciously, "You can write songs?"

"You look down on me, right? I know a lot."

"Then read a few lines of lyrics for me to listen to."

"You'll know by then. What's the point of just listening to the lyrics? They're dry. You don't know anything now. You'll be surprised after listening to the finished product." Wang Yan smiled.

"I'm still surprised. Thank God it's not a shock."

After chatting for a while, they saw Lin Dingding walking slowly behind in front.

Liu Feng looked at the smiling Wang Yan, and handed the flag to Wang Yan, and ran a few steps to catch up.

"Does your foot hurt?"

"I had so many blisters yesterday, and I can't do it today." Lin Dingding felt wronged.

"Then why don't you just take a ride? Come, I'll carry you for a while, and when the ride passes, you can follow the ride. Wang Yan, Suizi, you two go first." Liu Feng didn't look at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan smiled, said nothing, and walked forward with Xiao Suizi, carrying the red flag on his shoulder.

"I don't know what's wrong with Lin Dingding, she always gets blisters, and her skin is so tender. Yesterday, Liu Feng picked the blisters for her, and she carried them all the way." Xiao Suizi muttered.

"It's normal. Liu Feng is a model soldier who actively cares about his comrades."

"Do you believe it?"

"You believe it."

Xiao Suizi laughed: "Then what you said is nonsense."

Wang Yan turned and asked: "I saw Chen Can came to you this morning, and you didn't treat him well..."

"He apologized to me, but I didn't forgive him. It's too much. They bullied people and couldn't beat you, so they took it out on me? It's not like that."

"You are reasonable. I thought you were going to lose your temper with me and blame me for hitting your ideal lover."

"Go to hell, what ideal lover, it's nothing. I admit that I do have a good impression of him, but he disappoints me so much. Why didn't I realize it before? Liu Feng is such a good person, and they are so at ease?" Xiao Suizi was indignant.

After crying and thinking before, and ignoring each other for two days with Chen Can, she obviously thought more deeply and felt that maybe she was not suitable for Chen Can. She just imagined that the two of them were together. If Chen Can was angry with her now, wouldn't he be even more angry when he got home after they got married? It was chilling to think about this kind of thing.

So after such deep thinking, she may have really figured it out, but who knows, women's thoughts are the most unclear.

Wang Yan smiled and waved his hand: "Stop it, don't say it. Besides, even I am scolded, I am also a part of it with a clear conscience."

"Then you have a guilty conscience, right?"

"Thank you. But the two of us talking and laughing here will not have a good impact. Look, the comrades passing by are all looking at us."

"Then Liu Feng is still carrying Lin Dingding on his back." Xiao Suizi said back.

"You still have to pay attention. I don't care. The big men will not suffer any loss. You are still the one who is affected."

While speaking, Wang Yan stretched out the rolled red flag. It was a military flag. It was blown by the wind and gave people strength. He walked to the side of the marching team and shouted loudly: "Comrades, you have worked hard."

This voice attracted the attention of the soldiers, and they all turned their heads to look over. A company commander walking in a single line on the side of the road also looked over with puzzled eyes.

Wang Yan was not afraid of the stage and continued to shout loudly, trying to make the soldiers of the company hear him.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Yan, and I am a member of the band of our military art troupe. My father is a martyr, and my mother died early. I was alone and grew up under the care of the organization. Later, I took the initiative to join the army. The organization took care of me because I could play two instruments and was assigned to the art troupe. It's just that the instruments are not with me, otherwise I would have played a piece for everyone.

But it doesn't matter. I have read a lot of picture books. Comrades, you are defending your country and the training mission is heavy. I will tell you a story to relax you, but the marching speed cannot be slow.

I don't know if you have heard the story of the Yang Family Generals. It doesn't matter if you have heard it. It doesn't matter. No one tells it as well as I do. I dare to say this. Hey, don't laugh at me, it's easy to get a stitch in the side. No need for comrades to support you, just listen to me.

This is what I said, Chinese history is thousands of years..."

Just like this, Wang Yan told these soldiers about the Yang Family Generals. His storytelling ability is naturally excellent, vivid and lively, and very interesting. The soldiers listened very seriously and laughed very happily.

Xiao Suizi, who was trotting and following, was stunned. She really didn't expect Wang Yan to have such a skill. He told stories so well.

Xiao Suizi looked ahead. On the plateau, under the blue sky and white clouds, between the mountains, Wang Yan was carrying a fluttering military flag and was in high spirits. The marching soldiers grinned happily. They marched forward in great strides, so harmoniously.

The wind blew her hair, and her bright eyes looked at the high-spirited back in front of her...

The five-day consolation performance ended perfectly. With the high recognition given by the army leaders, the art troupe took a large truck back to the base in Mengzi.

As soon as the car drove in, the exhausted male and female soldiers of the art troupe dragged out of the car, and their feet dragged on the ground when they walked. They were really tired and had no energy at all. Different tasks lead to different ways of getting tired, and no one is really relaxed. However, the physical and mental fatigue did not stop the men and women from laughing and joking, and the station that had been empty for five days became lively again.

Wang Yan was of course full of energy. He jumped off the car easily and helped to pack up the props. Then he naturally took a shower, washed clothes, and had a meal. The political commissar gave a speech and made a comprehensive summary of the consolation performance. After that, there were no other arrangements, and the team was dispersed to let everyone have a good rest.

It was still early, and Wang Yan was not tired, so he simply changed into casual clothes and went out for a stroll. He was still thinking about eating meat.

Wearing military uniforms and walking outside is always very eye-catching, and it is even more so in this era. People will not say "soldier", let alone "little brother", but call "comrade of the People's Liberation Army". At this time, children and young people aged 15, 16, 17 or 18 are proud of wearing military uniforms.

Therefore, the comrades he met along the way were still very confused about Wang Yan's casual clothes. Wang Yan could only smile and explain to everyone the reasons he made up. The actual reason was that the military uniform was eye-catching and attracted more attention, which made it inconvenient for him to do his work. What's more, what he did was not glorious in those days, and he would be punished if caught...

It was the third day after returning from the performance. On this morning, Wang Yan was hiding in the utility room to practice his instrument and "create" by himself. There was a knock on the door, and it was pushed open. It was Ning Shan, the political commissar of the art troupe.

He smiled at Wang Yan who stood up, walked in and patted Wang Yan's shoulder, glanced at the paper on the table casually, and asked in surprise: "What are you writing?"

"I thought of a song and I'm writing it recently."

"Okay, you kid, I didn't know you can write songs?"

"Not to mention I can, I'm just thinking about it. If it works, it will also bring honor to our art troupe in major military regions. I don't know how it will turn out. If it doesn't sound good, the political commissar should not scold me, and can't dampen my enthusiasm." Wang Yan smiled modestly.

"You..." Ning Shan smiled and shook his head, then said, "Can you tell stories?"

"No, I just read some before and told them randomly. Political commissar, I admit my mistakes. During the march these days, I told the soldiers with me some stories of ancient heroes such as Yang Jiajiang, Mu Guiying, Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, etc., and also told the deeds of the heroes in the Korean War. I didn't make mistakes, did I?"

Wang Yan has indeed been telling stories during the march these days. He also deliberately refined them so that the soldiers could listen to a story at a time. From national heroes to combat heroes in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, the response is still very good.

"You are so smart. I know what you are looking for when I mention it. The military district leader just called me and said that some soldiers have a very high opinion of the comrades who tell stories during the march. I thought we didn't arrange storytelling along the way this time. I just asked, and Comrade Xiao Suizi said it was you, but I still don't dare to believe it."

"Political Commissar, I also had a sudden idea. I didn't expect the soldiers to give such a good evaluation. You don't need to praise me, just don't punish me."

"You are so ungrateful." Ning Shan said unhappily, "Prepare your story recently. Let's perform it internally first and let the leaders of the political department review it. If it works, I will arrange a program for you to perform on stage in the future."

"I promise to complete the task." Wang Yan would certainly not refuse. This is professional ability. Storytellers are also artists.

"Okay, let's put the song aside first. You should start writing. We must pay attention to this matter."

After saying this, Ning Shan walked away with his hands behind his back and closed the door.

The leader had spoken and asked him to pay attention to it. Wang Yan naturally obeyed the order and listened to the instructions. He immediately gathered his things, found several notebooks, got a pen, and prepared a bottle of pen ink. He went straight to the reading room and started writing.

Wang Yan wrote things, which was pure output. His brain speed was fast. And speaking in spoken language, it was naturally easy for him to write manuscripts. His thoughts flowed like a spring, and he wrote like a god, and he wrote in a dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing manner...

It was lunch time again. The call for lunch sounded on time. Wang Yan, who had been writing for half a morning, returned to the dormitory to get his lunch box and went to the cafeteria. Today's staple food, cornmeal and white flour pancakes, boiled sweet potatoes, and today's cuisine, cabbage stewed with potatoes.

After packing a lunch box with dishes, taking two big pancakes and a sweet potato, Wang Yan sat at their table as usual.

As time passed, the superficial hatred disappeared, and now their table was no longer awkward. Chen Can and Zhu Ke could also greet Wang Yan with a smile, and everyone seemed to be the same as before, with no difference.

This was mainly because Wang Yan did not deliberately target them, nor did he spread the news everywhere. After the fight, he still treated them with the same attitude. Chen Can and Zhu Ke naturally would not dare to give them face, and they were in harmony again.

Wang Yan had just sat down when Lin Dingding behind him called out: "Wang Yan, can you also tell stories?"

This was known to everyone when the political commissar asked in the morning.

Turning back, Wang Yan looked at a group of female soldiers staring at him and laughed: "I can do a lot."

"Just brag, as if you are so capable." Hao Shuwen, who still remembered the grudge, mocked directly.

"I'm very capable, you'll find out slowly."

"Hey, maybe you don't know yet, Wang Yan can also write songs, he said he has written the lyrics. When will he finish writing, I'm waiting." Xiao Suizi said loudly opposite Hao Shuwen.

Her words surprised people even more, a group of female soldiers blinked their eyes and looked at Wang Yan.

Hao Shuwen couldn't believe it, blinking her eyes: "You? You're still writing songs? You're going to join the props group."

Pointing at Xiao Suizi, Wang Yan shook his head: "I'm criticizing you, Comrade Xiao Suizi. If this doesn't sound good, it will be embarrassing. Comrades will laugh at me for decades."

"What's the big deal? At least you dare to think and do it."

"Thank you. Don't look at me like that. It's just a song. What's the big deal? I'm going to join the props group, so I know music theory. At the very least, I can hum it. What's the big deal? I'm writing the music for this song now. I'll ask Lao Liao to arrange the music. Comrades in our band will help. You'll be able to listen to it next month. Okay, okay, let's eat."

Wang Yan ignored the inquiring eyes of the crowd and ate his food.

The Lao Liao he mentioned is the conductor of the band. He is also responsible for the chorus and the captain of the band. He is also responsible for the band's training. A man in his forties, he has quite a bit of skills. After all, this is the highest-level art troupe directly under the political department of the major military region, and the basic quality is quite sufficient.

Writing songs is really not a big deal. After all, everyone here is engaged in art, and there are even a few masters who have works. It's just that everyone is of the same age, and suddenly they do this, so everyone is surprised. If it is written, it must be awesome. If it is not written, then there will be ridicule.

Xiao Suizi said this, of course, not to cause trouble for Wang Yan, as she said, "at least dare to think and dare to do", she thinks so. The reason why she said this may be more to support Wang Yan, to prove that Wang Yan is indeed capable, to deny Hao Shuwen's denial, after all, there is still some exquisiteness.

Hao Shuwen still didn't believe it, so she turned around and whispered to Xiao Suizi: "Suizi, is he really writing a song?"

"Really? Oh, why would I lie to you? Liu Feng knows it too. If you don't believe me, ask him. He won't lie." Xiao Suizi responded with a smile, and finally said, "Wang Yan is very good."

"Huh?" Hao Shuwen looked at Xiao Suizi in surprise and asked, "When did you two become so familiar with each other?"

"From what you said, we are all comrades-in-arms, and we have never been unfamiliar. Let's eat." Xiao Suizi smiled.

Hao Shuwen didn't say anything else, turned back to look at the back of Wang Yan's head, turned back and continued to eat...

The superior leader said something casually, and the subordinate leader dared not be casual. So in some subsequent performances, Wang Yan naturally became a member of the art troupe. His task was to organize the storytelling manuscripts, submit them to the leaders for review, and perform them on the internal stage after passing the review. Only after passing the review will the program be allowed to be officially performed.

These years are not stable. Storytelling is to infiltrate thoughts, so it is natural to pay special attention, especially in the army, and be more cautious.

Wang Yan is more comfortable. He keeps writing in the reading room every day, and occasionally flips through books, calling it drawing inspiration. When he is tired of writing, he changes into casual clothes and goes out for a walk, and also cooks for himself to replenish his oil and water.

Half a month passed like this. In Ning Shan's spacious office, Wang Yan placed a thick stack of notebooks in front of the confused Ning Shan, and then divided the notebooks into three piles under the confused Ning Shan's gaze.

Facing Ning Shan's confused and questioning eyes, Wang Yan smiled and said, "I have written a lot of stories, just like the ones I mentioned before, there are short stories that can be told in more than ten minutes, and there are long stories that can be told in one or two hours. There are about 300,000 words here. Because I don't know how many leaders will review them, I will bring out two more copies with carbon paper."

"300,000 words?"

"Less? It's okay, I can still write. In China, there are so many heroic deeds that we can't finish telling them. There are as many as you want." Wang Yan said with a smile, as if he couldn't understand what Ning Shan meant.

... "Too many."

"Ah, that's fine. If it's not enough, you can always come to me, I have it here."

Ning Shan was speechless, and he let out a long breath and said, "You sit there and smoke and drink tea first. I'll take a general look first, and then we'll talk."

"Yes."

Wang Yan didn't hesitate to pick up a Zhonghua from the table, and then took an enamel pot to make tea. He also found a book on the bookshelf, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and started reading.

Ning Shan suppressed his angry eyes, and said, "Little bastard, wait until I finish reading before we talk..."

After reading it, he fell silent. More than two hours passed, and it was almost time for dinner. Perhaps it was the hunger in his stomach that woke Ning Shan up, and he wiped his eyes and looked at the contented Wang Yan.

"You are really good, you write really well. I think you can publish it and let the whole country read it. It is easy to understand, humorous and profound. It is very good."

"Can it really be published? I didn't expect that I could publish it just by talking about books and writing some articles casually? Then I am also a writer, right?"

"Excessive modesty is pride, don't show off."

Ning Shan glared and changed the subject, "But whether it can be published or not, I personally think it can be published. But whether it will work in the end still needs to be reviewed by the leader. If it passes the review, I will tell the leader and you can write a letter and submit it yourself. Okay, do what you should do, and wait for the specific results."

"Yes, then I'm leaving, political commissar." In Ning Shan's angry glare, Wang Yan smiled and took his Huazi.

Ning Shan kept staring at Wang Yan as he left, and then he smiled and shook his head. There is no reason why the leader would not like someone who can bring achievements to the leader and is not pedantic.

If Wang Yan succeeds in this matter, and is successfully published in the newspaper, or even collected and published as a book like now, then he, the immediate leader, will have made contributions. The more natural and intimate Wang Yan is, the happier he will be. He should not be polite and should take what he deserves.

Ning Shan picked up the push-button phone on the table and made a call: "Hello, leader, I'm Ning Shan, this is it..."

After leaving Ning Zhengwei's office, Wang Yan did not leave the office building of the art troupe, but went to the office of the squad leader. The art troupe is large, and they are all artists, so basically they all have offices. Today, I just came back from another consolation performance, so of course I have to go to the office to find someone.

This is his direct squad leader, the so-called Lao Liao, whose full name is Liao Guanghua. He is a kind person, otherwise everyone would not call him Lao Liao. Of course, he is kind only when he is conducting the band. When he is conducting the band, he is very serious and his words are not very pleasant. He is a pure person. He is very thin, wears slightly yellowed glasses, has a crew cut, and a short beard. He looks weak and capable.

Seeing that it was Wang Yan who came in, Lao Liao put down the book in his hand and greeted him: "Wang Yan, come sit down, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you are going to tell a story?"

"I just finished writing the manuscript and sent it to the political commissar. The leader needs to review it. But I am not giving up music. I just wrote a song. The lyrics and music are written, but the arrangement is still a long way to go. I want you to help. Here are the lyrics and music. Take a look first."

Wang Yan didn't say anything polite. As soon as he sat down, he took out a folded paper from his pocket and handed it over.

Lao Liao smiled, without surprise or doubt. He calmly took the paper and hummed a tune while reading it. This hum made Lao Liao energetic.

He hummed softly again and shook the paper in his hand: "Did you write this?"

"Old Liao, I can't write it? After all, I am proficient in 18 instruments and I also know music theory. What's the big deal about writing a song?"

When he heard that Wang Yan was proficient in 18 instruments, Liao Guanghua sneered. He certainly knew what Wang Yan's level was.

"Don't mention it. I really didn't expect you to be this good. It's well written. The lyrics are simple but not simple. The melody is catchy and powerful, showing military power. It's nice to listen to and easy to remember. Not bad, very good. What's your idea for arranging the music?"

Lao Liao said several good ones, and it can be seen that he is in a very good mood.

"Of course it's still percussion, with big and small snare drums, and trumpets, trombones, tubas and the like. The rhythm is bright, simple and powerful. I can't do the specifics. My level is still a little bit worse, so you have to do it yourself."

Wang Yan is of course good, but it's just a matter of dividing the results and uniting everyone. Besides, it's also a little restrained. It can be dazzling, but it's not good to be too dazzling.

Lao Liao pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I understand. I'll think about it in the next two days. When the time comes, let's ask the band to play and we'll study it again."

"That's it, let's go." Wang Yan didn't say anything more, he got up and left...

When he left, the dinner bell blew, and Wang Yan went back to get his lunch box and went to the cafeteria. Today's dinner, cabbage dumplings.

As usual, he filled a box of dumplings, went to the kitchen to pour soy sauce on the dumplings, took a head of garlic, and walked to their table.

"Long time no see, comrades." Wang Yan greeted everyone with a smile, focusing on Liu Feng who was sitting opposite Lin Dingding, and at the same time glanced at the noodles in the enamel pot in front of Lin Dingding.

This made Liu Feng very embarrassed. He smiled unnaturally and responded: "This time I was out for a short time, only three days, how can it be a long time."

"One day without seeing you is like three autumns. It's already the ninth autumn, which is not long. Don't you miss me, your good comrade who stayed behind?"

"Bah, it's better not to see you in the eighteenth autumn." Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes.

"I understand, that means you will miss me, your good comrade, in the thirteenth autumn. Comrade Hao Shuwen is still quite deep, I understand." Wang Yan laughed.

"Damn hooligan!" Hao Shuwen bared her teeth and showed her fists, looking like she was going to kill Wang Yan fiercely. She never won in a verbal battle.

"Wang Yan, Liu Feng cooked noodles for Lin Dingding. You can eat these dumplings. We can't eat so much." Xiao Suizi stood up with a smile and handed the lunch box to Wang Yan.

As soon as these words came out, the lively atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and people's eyes were moving back and forth between the two people. Hao Shuwen was stunned...

Chen Can also raised his head, looked at Xiao Suizi, and finally his gloomy eyes fell on the back of Wang Yan's head...

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