Chapter 923 Writing a Letter

The weather in Mengzi was good, but it was not always sunny, and it still rained. The convoy of the art troupe that went out for performances came back on such an afternoon.

The sky was gloomy, and it was raining heavily. Trucks drove in rumbling, and for a while it was full of people's noise.

Wang Yan was in the rehearsal venue, playing the piano "The Mark of Rain" to relax himself. He heard the movement outside, stopped playing, stood up, held up an umbrella, and opened the door of the rehearsal room. He saw a large truck parked directly at the door of the rehearsal room, and a group of people jumped out of the car with things.

Before he could get there, someone ran over. It was Lao Liao: "It's raining so hard, don't just follow along. The music has been arranged. Let the band practice it later. You can give some suggestions."

"Then I have to help move the instruments."

Wang Yan didn't say anything more. He went straight to the truck, nodded to Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, pretended not to see Lin Dingding winking at him, and went to help the band move things.

Lin Dingding's attack was indeed sudden, but not abrupt. After Wang Yan emerged, Lin Dingding began to show her goodwill. After Wang Yan published a book and started a large-scale tour throughout the Kunming Military Region, it was really determined that there was no limit to his future.

As for the so-called children of cadres, it is indeed a little convenient, but at this time, it is useless to be a child of cadres. No one has the courage to make trouble. Hao Shuwen is awesome enough. Doesn't she eat meat voraciously? As for Chen Can, who is even more awesome and has no rivals in the art troupe, isn't he also smiling while taking the canned food and cigarettes sent by Wang Yan?

Looking at the entire art troupe at present, who can be better than Wang Yan?

Speaking of personality, Wang Yan is tall and strong, not bad looking, very attractive, humorous and enthusiastic, and his reputation in the art troupe is not inferior to Liu Feng, but no one treats Wang Yan as a joke.

Speaking of talent, he tells stories, writes songs, writes articles, and even publishes a book called "Chinese Heroes", two volumes, and there will be more.

Speaking of conditions, he has no father or mother, but was promoted early, with a monthly allowance of more than 50 yuan, and he also has all kinds of canned food, cigarettes, tea, etc. when performing outside, nothing is missing.

Speaking of future, Wang Yan is like this now, as long as he doesn't go astray, how can he be bad in the future.

Lin Dingding is proud of her charm, but someone like Wang Yan doesn't say a word to her. In her opinion, this is of course a humiliation to her, even though Wang Yan has done nothing. Combined with what happened with Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, she became more competitive. Compared to the majority of women of that era, she was not a conservative girl, so she just went straight up and launched a fierce attack on Wang Yan.

Of course she was afraid of Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, otherwise she wouldn't be so sneaky. Wouldn't it be better to flirt openly with her words like before...

Seeing that it was inconvenient for Wang Yan to hold an umbrella, Xiao Suizi ran over and said, "I'll hold the umbrella for you."

"No, you don't have anything? Hurry up and pack it up, or you'll catch a cold. It's uncomfortable to catch a cold in this weather. Go ahead, I won't take any big things, just do some of what you can."

Xiao Suizi said, and Hao Shuwen came over and asked, "Did I see Lao Liao talking to you just now?"

Wang Yan nodded, "Lao Liao is anxious and plans to arrange new songs and compose the music later."

"You are so careless. You didn't tell us when you wrote a new song. It was only during the performance that everyone knew about it when Fang Hongmin hid in the corner and hummed."

"It's the same sooner or later. It's better to just listen to the finished product."

"You wrote a better song this time, almost like singing about the motherland." Xiao Suizi said seriously, she really thought so.

Indeed, the songs "I and My Motherland" and "Singing the Motherland" and "My Motherland" are all at the same level. Once the melody sounds, it can stir the hearts of the Chinese people. There are always people with tears in their eyes, because we have become strong. Looking back, it is the red road paved by the blood and fire, the blood of countless martyrs and the cry of their unyielding souls.

Wang Yan smiled modestly and melancholy: "This may be the peak of my songwriting in my life. I will probably not be as good as this songwriting in the future."

Xiao Suizi comforted: "Highs and lows, ups and downs, it's not a very normal thing, don't think too much."

"Okay, pack up and go back."

Smiling and waving to the two of them, Wang Yan helped the band members to get busy. The props were obviously not going to move. After all, it was raining so hard, and there was no rush to take them down, so they naturally left early.

Soon, everyone was busy moving all the instruments into the rehearsal room. Although they were tired, they did not leave. They packed up and prepared to start composing.

Of course, it was mainly because Lao Liao was anxious. He was a pure person, always wanting to complete the music work he loved with high quality. This time, the song was delayed for so long because of the performance outside. He had already thought of the arrangement but could not implement it as soon as possible. Naturally, he was tortured and anxious.

Fang Hongmin was also eager to try. He had already been familiar with the score and memorized the lyrics, just waiting to sing.

They were all professional musicians, and of course they knew better how awesome Wang Yan's "creation" was this time.

After a while, a sound of drums and trumpets sounded in the room, followed by the melodious violin and heavy cello melodies, wandering in the room...

Wang Yan sat on a stool with his legs crossed, leaning against the wall, listening to the melody carefully. There are definitely differences. Everyone has different ideas, and their understanding of music will naturally be different. Lao Liao's professional skills are excellent, his musical aesthetic ability is quite outstanding, and there is nothing wrong with his arrangement.

Although the tone of Lao Liao's arrangement is not as exciting and sonorous as serious military music, it is still bright and joyful. Of course, there is tenderness of thinking of the motherland, but more of the happiness of thinking of the motherland. The overall mood is not reserved, but It goes upwards.

Paired with Fang Hongmin's baritone, it sounds very festive and happy. This is the charm of music. There are always many ways to interpret a song.

The rain never stopped, but only got lighter, until the next day.

The music in the rehearsal room continued, and Wang Yan was still sitting there listening to the song.

After finalizing the changes to be made with Lao Liao, he stood up, took the score with many modifications in his hand, and said to the band members: "Listen, everyone, the first measure... Okay, everyone, mark it, and let's play it again together. . Fang Hongmin?”

The latter responded: "I have no problem."

"We have everything..." Lao Liao raised his hand, paused for two breaths, and took a breath, "Come on, one or two, let's go..."

As the words fell, drums and trumpets sounded at the same time, and then more instruments joined in, enriching the melody.

Fang Hongmin tapped his feet, silently followed the beat, took a breath, and sang loudly: "My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment..."

The female soldiers who were practicing dancing on one side had already stopped moving and were all looking at the band and listening to the singing. Even though they have listened to it many times, when they heard this most formal song that did not stop midway, the people present still felt as if they were electrified, their souls were trembling, and their hearts were full of words.

After the song ended, Lao Liao let out a sigh of satisfaction and felt comfortable. He looked at Wang Yan and said, "Is it settled like this?"

"It's settled!" Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

"Okay, this song is well written. I will ask the head of the Political Department to come over tomorrow and listen to it, and I will put this song on the schedule for the next performance."

Ning Shan applauded and patted Wang Yan on the shoulder, "It's been half a year, and there are no songs or articles. The chief still cares about you. Is it because you have exhausted your talents as a gangster, or have you encountered some creative problems? No. When I think of it, I feel like I am a great person. Good job, boy, and try to write more and better works.”

He just heard about Wang Yan's new song that he was queuing, so he came over to check it out. Unexpectedly, he caught up with it for the last time, and he was so excited when he listened to it.

"Thank you, Director." Wang Yan responded with a smile.

"Okay, I won't delay your rehearsal. I'm leaving. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me."

Ningshan put his hands behind his back, hummed the tune he just heard, and wandered away.

As soon as he left, the rehearsal room became lively. People were praising Wang Yan, Lao Liao, Fang Hongmin and others. Of course, the main focus was on Wang Yan.

After a while of the bustle, only a few people were left.

"Wang Yan, you are so amazing and your writing is so good." Xiao Suizi's words have a bit of Lin Dingding's charm.

Wang Yan shook his head in a funny way: "Didn't I just say it yesterday? I've been waiting in line for most of the day today, so I didn't just listen to it."

Hao Shuwen curled her lips: "You don't praise him too much, and you still chirp when you hear good things."

"Then do you think my writing is good?"

"Okay!" Hao Shuwen laughed.

"Then why are you making such a fuss?" Wang Yan waved his hands helplessly, "Okay, okay, it's not the first day you know I'm great. I still have a long book to finish, and I'll be even more powerful when the time comes. Hurry, what should I do? What are you going to do?”

After that, he walked out to the rehearsal room.

"We're going to leave soon. Where are you going?" Xiao Suizi asked.

"Go to the utility room and continue writing a book. This time it's a big book. It will take a long time to write seriously." Wang Yan said, turned around and left.

Young people in love always want to stay together. Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi naturally want to spend more time with Wang Yan. They can talk about it in a messy way, but in fact it is not easy.

Art troupes are not idle. Although at its peak, there were more than 100,000 art troupes at all levels in the army, but compared to the size of the army of 6 million, it still pales in comparison. They have heavy performance tasks, and everyone always has something to do.

Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, on days when they are not on mission, one has to rehearse with the band and improve her professional skills, and the other has to dance from morning to night with the song and dance team.

The time he could spend with Wang Yan was only one or two hours a day.

In two days, they will have to go out to perform again, and in four or five days, Wang Yan will go on tour again. Maybe the next time he returns to the group to rest, it will be like more than three months ago. Generally miss it. Throughout the year, we only get along with each other for a few days, and among those days, only the three of us are around, which is just a few hours.

It seems that now, they have to take a shower after practice, and have dinner soon after. It is for everyone, and it is not easy to talk. There is only more than an hour after dinner, where they can walk together and chat happily. .

So that night because it was still drizzling, the three of them chatted in the utility room until dark. After the group dispersed, Wang Yan, who was going back to the dormitory, heard Lin Dingding calling again.

"Didn't I tell you, let's keep our distance, why did you come to me? Besides, it's still raining. It's easy to catch a cold, so go back quickly."

"Don't go. You said to keep your distance, but I didn't agree. What you said next were you caring about me?" Lin Dingding blinked her big eyes, filled with deep affection. While speaking, he also grabbed Wang Yan's arm.

"Stop pulling and pulling, what do you look like?" Wang Yan shook her hand away gratefully, "What on earth do you want to do?"

The more Wang Yan said this, the more excited Lin Dingding became: "I want to be good with you."

"I don't want to be nice to you."

"I know, you are just stubborn and don't dare to admit it. But it doesn't matter, you will know how good I am sooner or later."

Lin Dingding didn't listen to what Wang Yan said at all, and only said what she said to herself, "By the way, your new song is so well written, it will definitely spread all over the country."

"Thanks."

"Geez, you're so boring."

"Okay, it's raining, go back quickly."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time before I say these few words to you. Wang Yan, are you just annoying me so much?" Lin Dingding looked like he was about to cry at any time.

Wang Yan sighed helplessly: "Isn't what I told you clear? Why can't you understand? I'm already in a difficult enough situation. Can you let me go and don't make it more difficult for me? "

"I knew you had me in your heart."

"You really misunderstood."

Lin Dingding stepped forward again, wanting to speak to Wang Yan again, but Wang Yan took a step back. She didn't give up and kept moving forward.

Wang Yan grabbed her shoulders with both hands and controlled her: "Can you stop making trouble?"

"I'm not making trouble, I'm serious. I'm really sincere to you. If you don't believe me, why don't you touch me?" As he spoke, Lin Dingding grabbed Wang Yan's hand and made a move.

Seeing Wang Yan hurriedly letting go of his hand and retreating, she laughed sweetly, and then said, "I know, don't you just think that I am too close to other men? I don't believe that you don't pay attention to me at all. Haven't you noticed that there is no one around me?"

This is just a joke. In the past six months to now, Wang Yan has only seen Lin Dingding a limited number of times, and how could he find that there was no one around him as she said.

"What do you want to say?"

"My heart is full of you."

Lin Dingding stepped forward to grab Wang Yan's hand again. Although Wang Yan hesitated and hesitated, Lin Dingding finally caught it.

Of course her hands were very good, smooth, slender, and white. She rubbed Wang Yan's hand and said, "I know you can't make up your mind, but I'm not in a hurry. I just want you to know how I feel about you, no matter what. I'll be waiting for you all the time."

She was already leaning on Wang Yan's body, as if she had no bones, and the weight of more than ninety kilograms was pressing down on Wang Yan.

"It's really not good for us to be like this. It's not good for you and it's not good for me. Comrade Lin Dingding, can you stop doing this?"

"Then why didn't you push me away?"

Wang Yan followed her words and wanted to get rid of her, but Lin Dingding seemed to know what was going on. She tightly wrapped her arms around Wang Yan's arms and pressed her chest. She didn't know whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally. In short, the change in the soft shape of her chest has been transmitted to Wang Yan's arms. After all, it was summer, and both of them were wearing thin summer clothes.

"Let go quickly, what if someone sees you?"

"Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi gave up completely when they saw the coincidence. In this way, a good thing will come true for both of us." As she spoke, she jumped up and pecked Wang Yan's side of the face again.

Of course Wang Yan hid, but he didn't, and Lin Dingding succeeded anyway...

"Why are you like this again? Let go now."

Feeling Wang Yan's increased strength and understanding Wang Yan's impatience, Lin Dingding smiled and let go, poking Wang Yan's chest with her finger: "You have me in your heart, I felt it just now."

Before Wang Yan could say any more words of rejection, she smiled brightly at him: "I'm leaving. See you tomorrow."

After saying that, she looked at Wang Yan affectionately, turned around and ran briskly.

Watching Lin Dingding leave, Wang Yan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. She knows exactly what her strengths are and what attracts men. As for saying that he sensed her presence in his heart, that's nonsense.

A normal person's heart rate is between 60 and 100. Athletes or those who exercise for a long time, and people with strong cardiopulmonary abilities have a heart rate below 60. But Wang Yan has a stronger body and more powerful organs. His heartbeat can only be twenty or thirty times a minute, which is almost as fast as death. She feels like a ghost...

When Lin Dingding returned to the dormitory, the lights-out signal had not yet sounded, and the female soldiers were still asleep, reading, knitting, and chatting as usual.

Seeing her entering the room, Little Ballet smiled and said, "I don't know what you are doing every day, why do you come back later than the other?"

Lin Dingding turned around and closed the door: "Who else is coming back late?"

"Who else could it be, Hao Shuwen, Xiao Suizi? It's usually sunny, but it's still raining today. Although it's not heavy, it's not comfortable, and I don't know what to do outside. Look at you, you're covered in rain Wet."

Little Ballet asked curiously, "Who are you outside with?"

"Why are you so curious? I won't tell you." Lin Dingding didn't say anything.

Zhuoma said: "Isn't it Director Wu, Dr. Zhang, or whoever it is? I see that when they come to you recently, you tend to ignore them. Why, are you having trouble again?"

Lin Dingding took off his wet coat and shook it off: "I think you guys are too busy. If you like someone, go find them quickly. Don't just watch others live every day."

"Hey, she's right." Hao Shuwen continued, "Just find a man quickly and enjoy revolutionary love. It will save you a lot of time."

"Then if you say that, I will fall in love with Wang Yan."

Dolma laughed, and Little Ballet was also cheering.

Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes: "You just talk nonsense every day, just take your fancy."

Zhuoma and others laughed and didn't hold on to it anymore. No one is a fool, one or two days is fine, but it has been a year, and the people in the art troupe have generally understood the chaos between Wang Yan, Hao Shuwen, and Xiao Suizi. Now people have been talking about Wang Yan's scandal with Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi in a very measured way, and they are all waiting to see the excitement.

Lin Dingding also laughed. She laughed that Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi didn't know about her affair with Wang Yan. In the past, these two people secretly watched her excitement because she said Wang Yan sent canned food to her, but now she has turned around. She admitted that this feeling was really good and extremely exciting...

Little Ballet said: "But speaking of Wang Yan, he is indeed talented. That song is so well written. I want to cry when I listen to it."

"Who says it's not, or he is valued by the political commissar. You say they are all the same person, how come he has such a big brain? He can write songs and articles, he is also a good storyteller, and he is popular among the soldiers. ,awesome……"

When Wang Yan was mentioned, everyone in the dormitory began to think about how awesome Wang Yan was, and envied his talent and ability, as well as the bright future that everyone knew.

But this topic didn't last long, and it gradually went off the rails...

Two days later, the morning was bright and sunny, with large clouds dotting the blue sky.

The art troupe is busy again, because they have to set off to perform for the soldiers again.

Xiao Suizi flipped up her hair that was blown by the breeze: "Can you write us a letter this time when you go out?"

"No." Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, "Didn't I say before that we will keep each other's pure thoughts of revolutionary friendship."

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard." Hao Shuwen was much more straightforward, using the scene to express her feelings, and there was something in her words.

"Don't make trouble, but everyone is watching. It seems that I am a heartless person. How wronged I am." Wang Yan said, "Actually, it will be over soon. Let's think about each other and get over it."

"Hey... then take care of yourself." Xiao Suizi seemed to be about to cry.

"Although the performance is our battlefield, it is not really a war, so there is no big deal. But for you, the altitude of the plateau is different and the climate is changeable. Don't get sick. You must pay attention."

Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes: "You have to tell me, otherwise how would you have gotten here before?"

Wang Yan laughed and patted her arm: "Look, we haven't seen each other for several months, maybe half a year, and you don't want to express your sadness?"

"How about I cry for you? Suizi, let's go. I don't want to see him."

"Take care of yourself!" Xiao Suizi said again reluctantly, and then followed Hao Shuwen into the truck.

"remember to miss me!"

At this time, Lin Dingding passed by his side and smiled brightly at him.

Wang Yan seemed to be scared and moved a step aside, not looking at Lin Dingding. This actually made Lin Dingding smile even happier...

It is difficult to grasp the human mind, and what Wang Yan can grasp is limited. He and Lin Dingding are playing an ambiguous game here, and of course there are many considerations.

If he really gives a bigger response, it is unknown whether Lin Dingding will directly show off his cards and run away Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi. I wonder if Lin Dingding is crazy. In addition, if Lin Dingding was more aggressive and reported him directly, just like he did to Liu Feng, then he would be finished.

If possible, don't do it, and don't cause yourself unnecessary trouble. What limits Wang Yan is the tide of the times. If not, it would be strange if Lin Dingding could not get out of bed in three days if this happened in the new century.

In addition, there was really little fun these days, so he started to fight with Lin Dingding. The old bastard pretends to be a little turtle to entertain himself...

Just like that, the art troupe became deserted again. Two days later, Wang Yan set off again, continuing his tour to add more fun to the soldiers' boring lives.

His previous procedures were fixed, just like a performance. He would start with the song "We Soldiers" to warm up the atmosphere, and in the middle there would be a story telling. After the end, he would play the song "The Motherland Will Not Forget, Certain Soldiers" Their silent dedication and perseverance.

The soldiers didn't know how to sing before, but after they learned how to sing, they sang in chorus every time. Wang Yan was not bored, and neither were the soldiers. After all, I only listened to it once in several months, so it was annoying. Originally, when they played songs, they would go back and forth with these songs.

But because Wang Yan once again "created", the content was naturally enriched. In the middle of the song, he would sing a song "My Motherland and Me" to the soldiers. Often after this song has passed, most of the soldiers ask to play it again, and Wang Yan joins everyone in 'singing the motherland'.

Just performing in one place after another, he still hasn't told the same story so far...

When he left, Wang Yan said he would not write letters to Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, but after he came out, he still wrote a letter that was destined to receive no reply and sent it back to the art troupe.

"Shuwen, hello.

I am writing to you from the 14th Army Regiment. It is raining heavily at this time. The regiment leader said that this rain has not happened in decades. Therefore, today's scheduled performance has been cancelled, and all subsequent trips will be delayed. Everything is fine with me, I just miss you more.

I have a lot of canned food again. I know you like to eat canned oranges, so I specially asked for some more. If you are here when I return to the regiment, it will be even better. If you are not here, I will put it in the utility room. Eating too much sugar is not good, it is easy to get sick, you should pay attention to this.

When we parted, I knew you were speaking in a sarcastic way. Suizi seemed to be about to cry at that time. I know you are not happy either, I understand you. But parting is a normal part of life, you have to get used to it, and you are right to look free and easy. But don't suppress it in your heart, try to relieve it, it will be bad for your health if you are depressed for a long time, you should pay attention.

How are you? It should be fine. I think you must be very surprised to receive my letter and curse the dog day. This is why Suizi asked me to write a letter at that time, I refused, and now I am writing to you again. I want to surprise you more, only I have to suffer from this pain of missing you...

Unknown"

"Hello, Suizi.

I am in the 14th Army... I just miss you more.

You like to eat canned beef, so I asked for some more... and put it in the utility room. You are not fat, and sometimes you can't trust the squad leader's words, so you must eat well.

When we parted, you looked like you were going to cry, which is not good, you should be happy. Long separation makes our longing for each other stronger and our friendship thicker. You are a girl who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside, always suppressing your thoughts and being sentimental, I understand. Do you understand? What I mean is, you should be happy.

How are you... you must be very surprised. At that time, you asked me to write a letter, but I refused. I saw your disappointment. What about now? I think you must be very surprised and surprised. Yes, remember this feeling, you should be happy.

I want you to be happy, and only I suffer from this pain of missing you.

"The name is unknown"

Wang Yan wrote two letters, and his words were more straightforward in the letters. Most importantly, he did not mention the "pure revolutionary friendship" that he always talked about, and of course, there was also "you".

He is really a person who deserves to be shot...

When I went back more than three months later, it was still unfortunate that I did not meet Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi. They went out to perform again because of the holidays. Even though it was after the holidays, they had to serve the soldiers well.

In the past six months, Wang Yan's writing has not stopped. It was also at this time that he finally finished a book called "14th Army" with more than 1.6 million words.

This time there were no two copies of the manuscript, only one manuscript. Taking advantage of this break, he sorted it out and sent it to the post office to People's Literature.

He set off again and continued his performance...

I would like to thank the good brothers who voted for the monthly ticket for their support,

Thank you for the support of the brothers who voted for the recommendation, and

Thank you for the support of the big brothers who read the book silently.