Chapter 915 Means

"Comrades and brothers here, I am Wang Yan, and I pay tribute to the comrades who guard the border!

When I came this morning, the comrade who picked me up at our regiment headquarters was named Qiu Fangjie. As soon as he saw me, he told me, Comrade Wang Yan, you have come to our regiment. I was thinking at that time, I have never been to our group, so why don’t you be polite to me? As a result, Comrade Qiu Fangjie told me that now my name is widely spread in our Yunnan Province Military Region, and everyone who has never heard of it knows that I am a good storyteller.

This made me feel flattered, but at the same time, I was also proud. Why are you proud? Because it brings fun to the majority of comrades, it also lets everyone know about the heroes of ancient China, modern China, and our party. We will not forget the revolutionary deeds of our heroes, and we must inherit their revolutionary spirit.

Although everyone knows me, I still want to introduce myself to you... Today, the hero we are talking about is still my fellow countryman. He is one of the founders and leaders of our Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. His name is Zhao Shangzhi.

... Then there is another figure who is also the leader of the Anti-Japanese Alliance. Everyone should be familiar with it and have heard his name more or less, that is our General Yang Jingyu..."

In the mountains on the plateau of more than 3,000 meters, the red sun penetrated the clouds and mist, falling on every soldier who sat and listened to the story with his hands folded in his sleeves. Their faces are red and chapped, their lips are peeled, and their skin is rough, but their blood is hot.

The soldiers formed a circle. They sat very close to each other to keep warm and avoid the wind. They also wanted to hear the sound of the speaker in the middle clearly and eliminate the annoying sound of the diesel generator in the distance.

Wang Yan stood in the middle of more than a thousand people, holding a microphone and telling stories in circles. From time to time, I have to interact with the soldiers.

His performance form is still very complex. It can be regarded as storytelling, stand-up comedy, or a non-offensive talk show. Because he not only tells stories, but also has the humor of cross talk, communicates with the soldiers at any time, and has the irregularity of a talk show.

The soldiers welcomed him very much, mainly because they wanted to gain more knowledge, know what ruthless combat heroes are, and also know more about the fearless spirit of sacrifice.

It has been a month and a half since I left the art troupe to perform solo, which is longer than the original one month. The main reason is that every time Wang Yan goes to a place, he receives extremely high praise from all the officers and soldiers, which is fed back to the division headquarters and then to the military headquarters. The military headquarters then spreads it to other division headquarters and other regiment headquarters under his command. Of course, it also spread to other armies.

The performance task this time was with the 14th Army, but many groups that were not originally on the performance list were all added as Wang Yan's performance progressed. As a result, Wang Yan's performance became a real army tour. Half of the soldiers in the army have listened to Wang Yan's book and his singing of "We Are Soldiers" which has become better and better.

Wang Yan also talked about many heroes. Needless to say, Dong Cunrui, Qiu Shaoyun, Huang Jiguang, etc. were also present, as were the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain. This is to follow the instructions of the leaders of the Political Department and talk less about ancient times and more about the heroes of the Anti-Japanese War and the period of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea. However, he did not mention the figures in the National Army. They were all from the Red Army, Eighth Route Army, and New Fourth Army at that time, and they had to be safe.

The leader asked him to talk, but he didn't let him talk nonsense. After all, the current environment is not right. Although Mr. Peng had already left at this time, he dared to tell Mr. Peng and many others to give it a try. Of course he has this sensitivity, but he won't cause trouble for himself.

Here, today, is the last stop of Wang Yan's performance. After finishing here, and being given a farewell by the regiment leaders, he sat in the truck he came from and drove for two and a half days, arriving near In the evening, we finally returned to the art troupe in Mengzi.

"Reporting to the political commissar, the performance mission has been successfully completed, please give instructions."

The first time he came back, Wang Yan carried his equipment and reported to the political commissar's office. When you knock on the door and enter, you step forward with clicking steps, making a clanking sound on the floor, and then stand at attention and salute neatly and powerfully.

"Stomp lightly, don't you hear the floor creaking?" Ning Shan scolded and walked out from behind the desk, asked Wang Yan to sit down, and made tea for Wang Yan with a smile on his face.

"You really made me proud when you went out this time. The chief fully affirmed and recognized the work of our art troupe and commended you personally.

Didn’t you submit your manuscript to People’s Liberation Army Literature and Art before you left? They made a special call to open a column on Chinese heroes. Your more than 300,000 words will be published in that column and spread throughout the army.

And the song "We Are Soldiers" that you wrote, Lao Liao sent the song to the song and dance troupe of the General Political Department. It was highly praised and has been forwarded to the art troupes of major military regions. At the same time, Fang Hongmin was invited to the capital to record. Lao Liao went over to guide the band. Everyone has come back and the music has been played on the radio.

Finally, after research by the regiment and approval by the Political Department, you will be promoted to the front row under special circumstances and your salary will be set to Level 22. "

"Thank you to the party, thank you to the country, thank you to the political commissar and the head of the political department. I will serve the people wholeheartedly, serve the vast number of soldiers, and create more works." Wang Yan stood up and saluted, speaking loudly.

"Okay, sit down. You are still young, only twenty years old. Although you are an art soldier, your treatment is treatment, and attention is attention. Work hard in the future, and no one will treat you badly."

Ning Shan waved his hands, as if remembering something, and said, "By the way, the group gave you a reward of 20 yuan for that song, and the PLA Literature and Art gave you 30 yuan for the manuscripts you wrote. They were specially sent to you along with the publications. Liu Feng took them for you. They are all in your dormitory."

Wang Yan nodded, put down his marching equipment, took out a thick stack of books from a bag, and put them on the table.

"This is the manuscript I wrote during the performance. The head of the political department instructed me to complete it last time. So this time I mainly wrote about the heroes of the Red Army period, the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army period.

Political commissar, you want to keep a copy of the manuscript, so I copied it out again. But I have to tell you first, political commissar, this is the only one, and I will never copy it separately in the future. This time I wrote more than 400,000 words. I didn't feel anything when I wrote it, but it was really uncomfortable to copy it. This time I copied it three times, you can take a look and send it to the head for review. I will keep a copy here, and send it to the PLA Literature and Art after the leader has reviewed it."

"How much? More than 400,000?" Although Ning Shan was still surprised by the fact that he wrote more than 300,000 in the previous half month, "Oh my, they are just talking nonsense, you are really productive. Okay, I knew I was right about you, I will send it to the head tomorrow."

You know, Wang Yan's daily schedule is basically full, and he can't stay in one place for too long. He only has time to write when he stays in various places every night.

Wang Yan smiled and nodded, and asked: "I still have cigarettes, tea and canned food sent to me by the regiment leaders from various places. They are so enthusiastic that I have to take them. Can you take some, political commissar?"

"Why would I miss your things?" Ning Shan glared, got up and went to his desk to open the cabinet, and took out a pack of cigarettes, "Take it, get out."

"Then I won't be polite to you, political commissar. I have to take a shower quickly. Although I can take a shower every ten days or half a month, my clothes are all rotten. I'm leaving."

Wang Yan was not polite. He stuffed the cigarette into his bag, packed up and left directly.

Ning Shan watched Wang Yan leave, and smiled and went to make a phone call...

"Wang Yan? You are finally back. Didn't you say it would be a month? It's been more than half a month." Seeing Wang Yan opening the door and coming in, Liu Feng enthusiastically stepped forward to help, muttering with concern.

Everyone in the dormitory was there, playing poker out of boredom again. It was actually getting cold outside, which was not inconsistent with the temperature in Mengzi. It was still cold when it should be cold, and people were not very willing to move. Unlike in spring and summer, after practice every day, they would play table tennis, basketball and other sports.

Others, including Chen Can and Zhu Ke, also greeted Wang Yan with a smile. Chen Can and Zhu Ke were still the same, fake, a little reluctant, and had a sense of coping with things, very insincere.

Wang Yan responded with a smile, handed the bag in his hand to Liu Feng, untied his marching backpack, and replied: "This is not too good to say, it has spread, the regiment leaders asked me to perform, so how can we refuse? We serve the soldiers. So this time, a regiment was left behind, from the beginning to the end, and the 14th Army performed it all."

"You are really amazing."

Hearing Wang Yan's pretentious words, Guan Dongming echoed a sentence and then sighed.

"Hey, Wang Yan, you may not know that during your absence, Fang Hongmin and Lao Liao went to Beijing to record songs. The song you wrote is now being played on the radio. Lao Liao said that it will be promoted nationwide."

Liu Feng continued: "Yes, Wang Yan, your submission to the PLA Literature and Art has been accepted. They sent you a magazine with your article. The bag on your bed is it. I heard from the political commissar that they gave you 30 yuan in royalties."

"I already know it. I went to report to the political commissar when I came back, and he told me about it. He also said that the song he created was good, and the regiment would reward me with 10 yuan. Look, he also gave me a Zhonghua cigarette."

While talking, Wang Yan had already unpacked his luggage, opened the bag he brought back, and took things out of it.

"These are the cigarettes, tea leaves, and some canned pork and beef that the leaders of various troupes stuffed into my pocket after my performance. Come on, come on, don't be polite, one pack of Zhonghua and one box of canned food per person. But don't show off, it won't have a good influence."

Wang Yan was quite generous in opening the Huazi and throwing one box per person. The canned food was placed there, and Liu Feng helped to distribute it. Chen Can and Zhu Ke did not say anything to refuse, and they just accepted it with a few fake polite words.

The others were probably the same, mainly because Liu Feng was the most sincere, and he really considered Wang Yan.

But after accepting it, he was also very happy. Wang Yan did not need to use his brain that had accumulated wisdom for thousands of years to think, he could figure out where the canned food Liu Feng got went with just his heels...

After laughing and joking for a long time, answering the questions of these people, Wang Yan also packed up his things, and even read the magazines sent to him by the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art, as well as the royalties.

As Political Commissar Ning Shan said to him, he opened a column called "Chinese Heroes", which published his article about Lu Xuemin. In addition, at the beginning of the page, he was given an introduction about his background, his current workplace, and the address of the art troupe.

Although other people's contributions were also accepted, in front of the manuscript of more than 300,000 words, he was a columnist, and this column was opened specifically for him. Moreover, he still had a manuscript of more than 400,000 words that he had not submitted.

As for the royalties, it was purely because he wrote a lot of words, and he was paid for his hard work. If he followed the royalty system of the 1950s and 1960s, he could have enough food and drink with this book...

After packing up and taking a set of clean clothes, Wang Yan staggered to the bathhouse with a basin.

After a month and a half, the power of his manuscripts and songs had been fully demonstrated. The comrades he met on the road greeted him more warmly, and the more lively ones even talked to him.

It was much quieter in the bathhouse. Firstly, it was because it was the end of the bathing period, and there were not many people inside. Secondly, they were naked in the bathhouse. Wang Yan had a body of muscular bodies, and more importantly, he had a strong capital. Others were somewhat embarrassed to approach him, or they were afraid of contrast...

After taking a hot bath, rubbing off the layer of wrinkles on his body, and washing the winter cotton military uniform and other clothes, the dinner call had already sounded.

Wang Yan put on his clothes and walked back energetically.

When he was not far from the dormitory, he ran into a group of female soldiers who were laughing.

"I didn't believe it when I heard you were back, but you really came back?" Hao Shuwen called out from a distance.

"What's the matter? Can't I come back?"

"Hey, you don't say nice things when we meet, I don't need to care about you."

"Okay, we haven't seen each other for more than a month, why are you still fighting when we meet?" Xiao Suizi smiled and stretched out her hand, "Comrade Wang Yan, welcome home."

"Hey, it has to be Comrade Xiao Suizi." Wang Yan laughed and shook hands with her, soft and white hands, letting go at the first touch.

"Comrade Wang Yan, welcome home." Hao Shuwen directly grabbed Wang Yan's hand and shook it back and forth.

"Pay attention to the impact, Comrade Hao Shuwen. There are so many people here. What's the point of pulling and tugging?"

Lin Dingding seized the contradiction again: "Does that mean it will be fine without so many people?"

"It's enough for you to know. Why do you have to say it out? In broad daylight, it's too outrageous."

"Beat you to death, you stinky hooligan." Hao Shuwen blushed and punched Wang Yan's arm with two fists.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble. I'm so hungry. Go back to hang the clothes and get the lunch box."

Wang Yan smiled and waved his hand, just about to leave.

Lin Dingding greeted: "Don't, we haven't welcomed you yet. Comrade Wang Yan, welcome home."

Seeing her stretch out her hand, Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, but still shook it: "It's like the leader is visiting."

Even so, she still shook hands with Xiao Ballet, Zhuoma and others who were joining in the fun, and then left amid the laughter of the female soldiers.

Not far away, Chen Can and Zhu Ke stood together, silently watching Wang Yan and the female soldiers' excitement here...

Wang Yan was very fast and hung the cotton jacket on the clothesline downstairs. The other clothes were taken to the dormitory. They were all single clothes for inner wear, so they had to dry faster.

After this, Wang Yan took the lunch box and went to the canteen to eat. Today's dinner, cabbage dumplings...

As usual, he filled a box and ran to the kitchen to get some soy sauce and a head of garlic.

Everything was scarce. When Wang Yan poured soy sauce, the quartermaster was watching beside him, afraid that he would pour too much. Many people came over, but they didn't have soy sauce.

Carrying the dumplings to the fixed dining table, as expected, Liu Feng was a warm man today. He cooked noodles for Lin Dingding and sat opposite Lin Dingding again.

"Wang Yan, come and sit here. Liu Feng said that you have visited all the regiments of the 14th Army this time. Tell us about it quickly." This was Lin Dingding's enthusiastic greeting.

Her enthusiasm made Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi look at her sideways.

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and walked over again.

He Xiaoping, who was sitting next to Hao Shuwen, quickly stood up and said, "You sit here."

Without refusing, Wang Yan sat next to Hao Shuwen with a smile, and gave Hao Shuwen a look that said "you are good."

He Xiaoping asked He Xiaoping with a smile: "How is it? Have you adapted to it?"

"Adapted."

"Where is the medicine I prescribed for your father last time?"

"I sent it, but I didn't receive a reply."

"Next time, write to your father and ask him to write down his physical condition in detail. It should be detailed and explain everything he feels. I will take a look at the situation and prescribe some medicine for him."

He Xiaoping nodded seriously: "Okay, thank you, Wang Yan."

"We are all comrades-in-arms, why be polite, let's eat."

Seeing that Wang Yan had talked to He Xiaoping, Lin Dingding smiled at Wang Yan and pushed the lunch box at hand over.

"Hey, Liu Feng was very enthusiastic today and cooked some noodles for me. You two can have some dumplings."

Xiao Suizi, who was originally looking at Wang Yan with a smile, turned her eyes to Lin Dingding, who was talking and laughing beside her...

"Thank you, Comrade Liu Feng."

"Look at you..." Lin Dingding pretended to be unhappy.

"I'm going straight to the source." Wang Yan smiled and put half of it into his lunch box, and pushed the rest to Liu Feng through Hao Shuwen.

While peeling garlic, he changed the subject, "Is everything going well for the comrades in the past month and a half since I was away?"

"It's still the same. You're not as wonderful as me. You're not in the art troupe, but your legend is everywhere in our troupe. Your articles have been published, and your songs have been promoted nationwide. It's really enviable."

Lin Dingding's eyes seemed to be shining with admiration.

"Maybe it's just luck. I didn't expect that reading stories to the soldiers during training would be so popular. I've never written anything before, but I published it as soon as I wrote it.

As for the song he wrote, it was all Lao Liao's credit. He put a lot of effort into it, and he lost two pounds in just a few days. "

Little Ballet answered on the side: "Wang Yan, what you said is so irritating. What does it mean to become popular as soon as you talk about it, and publish it as soon as you write it. Besides, Lao Liao said that the lyrics and music are all yours. I haven’t changed at all. I’m too humble, but I’m proud.”

"There's nothing I can do about it. The result is here now. I'm just proud of everything I say. Then I won't pretend anymore. Let's show off. I am proud."

After hearing Wang Yan's words, everyone laughed.

"I finally admit it. I see your tail has already reached the sky." Hao Shuwen took Wang Yan's chopped garlic again.

Lin Dingding spoke again: "Wang Yan, tell us, what is this journey like?"

"It's not like everyone has never been to a performance before. They are all the same and nothing special. If I have to say it, it is very cold. But the soldiers are the same. They listen as long as I speak..."

While joking, Wang Yan also told everyone some interesting stories. After all, it's impossible for nothing to happen for such a long time. There are still many interesting things.

After such a dinner, Wang Yan followed everyone to wash the lunch boxes. Hao Shuwen was next to him this time, no longer hiding.

Instead, he came even closer: "I said, you still owe me a meal of braised pork. You have been away for more than a month. Didn't you forget it?"

"You are a lesbian after all, so don't open your mouth and shut up like a fool." Wang Yan replied in a low voice, "I haven't done anything yet, but you scolded me first."

"Why do you care so much? My dad has been scolding people like this since I was a child." Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes, "It looks like the Chinese New Year is coming. Can't this year's debt be carried over to next year?"

"Do you have any tasks tomorrow?"

"I just came back yesterday and have to rest for two days."

"Then tomorrow night, I'll make sure you have all you can eat."

"Nonsense, I've already finished dinner, won't I feel full if I eat a little?"

"Won't you eat less?"

Wang Yan looked like a fool, gave her a look to understand, shook the water on the lunch box, and walked away swaying.

Hao Shuwen curled her lips, looked at Xiao Suizi who was paying attention to their movements, leaned closer and whispered: "Tell me tomorrow night."

"You're just anxious. Wouldn't it be the same if you asked me tomorrow? He's been running around for a month and he can't rest."

"I'm afraid that he will forget, so I have to remind him. I'm telling you, you have to urge him, otherwise there may not be any letter next year."

Immediately, the two of them followed the flow of people and left the cafeteria and walked towards the dormitory building.

After only two steps out, I heard someone greeting: "Suizi! Xiao Suizi!"

Everyone looked over together and saw that it was Chen Can. Then, with a tacit understanding, they all turned their attention to Xiao Suizi.

"You guys go first, I'll wait for Sui Zi here." Hao Shuwen saw Xiao Sui Zi's reluctance, but it was difficult to speak with so many people, so she made a choice for her.

Xiao Suizi glanced at Hao Shuwen, took a deep breath, turned towards Chen Can, and stopped some distance away: "What are you doing?"

"Suiko, you were never like this before."

"Are you okay?" Xiao Suizi didn't answer.

This made Chen Can very sad, although he didn't know how long he had been hurt. No, he knew that it started after Wang Yan beat him.

Every time he saw Xiao Suizi looking at him like a stranger, and thinking back to Xiao Suizi in the past, Chen Can felt particularly stabbed in his heart, which made him want to stab Wang Yan...

He said, "There are too many people here. Come with me."

"It's okay, I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute." Chen Can quickly stopped and stepped forward, "I have two cans of beef here for you to eat."

It was already good that he could apologize to Xiao Suizi before. Now he pressed his warm face against Xiao Suizi's cold ass, which was the greatest courage he could muster. This already made him feel that his self-esteem was being trampled on by Xiao Suizi.

"No, you can keep it for yourself." Xiao Suizi glanced at him, turned around and left...

In a deserted corner near the cafeteria, Lin Dingding leaned against the wall.

She said delicately: "Liu Feng, why did you bring me here?"

"I got something good for you, look what it is!"

"Yeah, canned! It's made from beef!" Lin Dingding was not polite at all. He picked it up from Liu Feng's hand and looked at the words on it. He was surprised, and then he blinked and looked at Liu Feng with his big eyes. "For me?"

"Of course, I left it specially for you." The big eyes flickered, and every time they flickered, they hit Liu Feng's heart.

"Where did it come from?"

"Wang Yan was performing outside, and the troupe leaders from various places saw that he performed well and gave him some. Not just cans, but also Chinese cigarettes.

He gave each of us a box of cigarettes and a can of canned food, some with pork and some with beef. I don't smoke, so I didn't ask for it. I'll keep the canned food for you.

But don't tell others. I think Wang Yan didn't have a few cans, so he divided them all among us. It won't be good if you tell others. "

"I love beef the most. Thank you, Liu Feng, you are so kind to me~"

"As long as you like it." Liu Feng smiled, "Hurry up and pretend, don't let others see it. Let's go back."

"Um……"

The two of them turned out of the deserted corner one after another, and this empty corner was just like Chen Can's heart that had been stabbed a thousand times, damp, cold, and without sunlight.

Chen Can looked dejectedly as Xiao Suizi and Hao Shuwen walked away together, standing there motionless, blowing the cold wind...

"Suizi, what does he want from you?"

"I got two boxes of canned beef somewhere, but I don't want them."

Hao Shuwen didn't understand very much: "What happened to you and Chen Can? Didn't you really like to love him in the past?"

It's not just her, other people have asked her this many times, but Xiao Suizi has always been perfunctory and confused.

In fact, during the past month and a half when Wang Yan was away from the art troupe, Chen Can was actively approaching Xiao Suizi, but Xiao Suizi never pretended to be so.

This is of course abnormal. If it had been before, Chen Canru would have laughed out of Xiao Suizi's face, even in her dreams.

"Whether you like her or not, it's just that you have some good impressions." Xiao Suizi shook her head, "But don't say it outside. It doesn't matter if everyone says I like Chen Can. I won't admit it anyway."

"Then what's going on? I'm very curious. Please tell me."

"Actually, it's nothing. When we were having lunch one time, the atmosphere at the table of male soldiers was not right. In fact, I had noticed that day. Chen Can kept a straight face, as if something had happened to him.

Then after he finished eating, I caught up with him and asked him what happened..."

"That's all?"

"Is this a small matter? I didn't offend him, so why did he lose his temper with me? Anyway, I have clearly seen who he is from that day, so I must stay away from him.

At the beginning, it was indeed quite uncomfortable, after all, it had been so long. But later I got used to it and realized it was nothing. Now it's fine. "

Hao Shuwen nodded: "You did the right thing. I took it out on you before we got along. Then if we really get married in the future, how can we live together? I just scold him now, but I won't be able to do it in the future."

"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore. It's so annoying. Oh, take a few steps quickly. It's not too cold."

When they returned to the dormitory, the process was the same. Make a jar to dry some water and pour a basin of water for washing your feet. Then he went to bed, reading a book and knitting a sweater.

A room full of female soldiers was lively and quiet for a while, and they never knew which sentence set off the discussion.

While they were laughing and joking, the dormitory door was pushed open, and naturally it was Lin Dingding who often came home late.

"Why did you come back early today? Are you no longer flirting with Director Wu?" Zhuoma teased.

"I'm not stupid, how cold is it outside?" Lin Dingding rolled her eyes, closed the door and went into the house, poured some hot water into her basin, then took out the can from her pocket and put it in with a clang.

This sound attracted the attention of the women in the room.

Hao Shuwen was on the bed next to her. She stretched her neck and took a look, and said in surprise: "Canned food, or meat, did Director Wu give it to you?"

Lin Dingding chuckled: "No."

"That's Dr. Zhang."

"No."

Her mysterious demeanor made everyone curious. Little Ballet guessed: "Liu Feng?"

"Hey, it's close, but not really."

"Hurry up, who is this mysterious person?" Hao Shuwen urged impatiently.

"Whoever is the most popular in our group recently is the one!"

When Lin Dingding said this, only one name flashed in everyone's mind.

Zhuoma, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, jumped down: "Wang Yan?"

Xiao Suizi, who was on the upper bunk, stuck her head out, but she didn't speak. Hao Shuwen raised an objection: "Can't you?"

"What's not possible?" Little Ballet answered, "Lin Dingding is so beautiful and has a good figure. What man wouldn't be fascinated by her? Wang Yan is no exception."

"From what you said, it sounds like I'm a vixen."

"What do you think?"

"Go to hell."

Xiao Suizi asked: "Where did Wang Yan get the canned food?"

"He is such a good storyteller that league leaders from all over the country have sent him a lot of cigarettes, wine, cans, etc. Don't tell anyone. It will have a negative impact on others if they know about it."

Hao Shuwen asked hesitantly: "Are you two getting along?"

"Look what you said, can you give me a can of wine? Liu Feng is always cooking noodles for me. This is a pure revolutionary friendship, don't talk nonsense."

Zhuomaqi said: "I haven't seen you say a few words, so why did I just send you canned food?"

Lin Dingding smiled and said nothing...

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