Chapter 926 For Whom

Liu Feng wrapped his waist again, supported himself with both hands, and walked slowly in the room: "Don't mention it, your massage is really effective."

Wang Yan washed his hands and smiled: "I'll get you some plasters for external application tomorrow, and some decoctions for internal use. I'll come over to massage you for a few days during this period, and you will basically be much better. But it's impossible to be the same as before, so take good care of yourself."

As he spoke, he fiddled with the gas tank and started cooking.

At this time, liquefied gas has been promoted for many years. It's expensive, nothing else, a tank of gas costs nearly four yuan. Liu Feng and He Xiaoping rarely use it, of course, they both eat in the cafeteria and rarely light a fire. But even if they light the stove, the money for buying coal is actually not much different.

Liu Feng tried his best to control himself and not look at the burning stove to avoid heartache. Of course, he was not reluctant to give it up, after all, Wang Yan brought so many things, and he always cared for him. He was just habitually thrifty, habitually reluctant to give it up, and habitually distressed. The burning fire and the output of gas are all money...

One person, one stove, of course, can't cook quickly. But he is very efficient, making stews, mixing cold dishes, cutting platters, and even lighting a cigarette with Liu Feng and chatting there.

The smell of stewed meat wafted in the room, and Liu Feng asked: "I just heard Hao Shuwen and others say that you will go to the Military and Political University for further studies next week?"

"Well, the political commissar mentioned it to me before the New Year, saying that the leader asked for a quota for me. I almost forgot about it in the past six months, but I didn't expect that the leader still remembered it. The notice was sent a long time ago, and I went directly to enroll and attend classes. I was assigned to the Political Department, and I was promoted to a regular company when I came back. I also asked about you. The political commissar said that you were promoted to deputy company commander, and you also applied for a disaster relief model. You have to go to Beijing to receive commendations after a while."

When Wang Yan spoke, he met the resentful eyes of Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, both of whom were reluctant to let him go.

But the times are different after all, and the work is different. If not, why would they only meet a few times a year and say a few words to each other. And every time they have to find a place secretly to spend time together.

The political commissar will talk nonsense, but he won't say too much nonsense. During the Chinese New Year, the political commissar told him to pay attention to the impact, which means that the impact is already very large, and there are even some voices. Otherwise, he wouldn't care about so many trivial matters. If he doesn't pay attention, then something will really happen.

Fortunately, it's already this year, and it will be much better after this year. Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi are not fools, let alone deaf people. They know a lot of gossip, and it's not pleasant to listen to them. They all pretend nothing happened under pressure.

No one wants to be the one who takes the initiative to help, but little do they know that Wang Yan doesn't want them to help...

So Wang Yan just winked at the two of them, and in return he rolled his eyes and smiled.

He Xiaoping looked at him with her eyes and her nose looked at her heart, but Liu Feng pretended not to see anything: "So, we can see each other in Beijing later?"

Wang Yan smiled and nodded: "After I go to the Military and Political University, I will write you a letter. When you settle down in Beijing, call me. I heard that Quanjude's roast duck and Donglaishun's mutton are quite famous. Let's go and try them later."

"You dare to think so. I have been to Beijing so many times, but I haven't tasted the taste of roast duck yet."

"Then we must eat it. Aren't you two from Beijing? Let Liu Feng bring you two back later. Don't forget Xiaoping. Hey, don't nag."

Liu Feng sighed He smiled and said, "Okay, anyway, I can't pay you back. I don't worry about too many debts, and I don't itch when I have too many lice. You are a rich man, and whatever you say is true."

Hao Shuwen laughed, "You are right. He has money, not much less than us, so we have to beat him up as a local tyrant."

Xiao Suizi was speechless and choked, and complained, "Your description is also very good."

"Just criticize me directly, and beat up the local tyrants."

Wang Yan put out the cigarette in his hand: "I think it's about time, I'll go cook quickly, let's chat for a while, I will be expelled from the team."

The aroma of braised pork has already spread, and the comrades and their families in the nearby regiment are suffering. Master Wang fried, stir-fried, and cooked eight dishes on the table. Wang Yan got some wine and drank with Liu Feng. The five of them chatted and ate all eight dishes in a flash, leaving Liu Feng no chance to eat a second meal...

"I will write to you when I go to the Military and Political University. Why are you crying? Aren't you going out to perform again in a few days? Look, even if you don't go, you won't see each other many times in a year. What did I say? Separation is normal, relax."

Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi were still in a bad mood after leaving Liu Feng and his wife's home. Even though they had eaten a lot just now, it didn't affect their mood at all, so Wang Yan comforted them with such words.

"It would be better if you were not so talented." Hao Shuwen's words were recognized by Xiao Suizi.

Perhaps at this moment, they both thought the same thing. If they were not talented, they would not be so busy and could see people every day. Or even, just having a close relationship with one of them...

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Before I had no talent, I had been in our group for a year."

Reflecting on the meaning of his words, Hao Shuwen punched him in anger: "You are annoying, you were silent before, who knew you would be so active all of a sudden? And you still say that to me? I'll beat you to death."

Xiao Suizi seriously reflected on this issue. Wang Yan's talent is definitely an indispensable factor, and his own personality charm makes him shine. No matter what, she has to admit that her affection for Wang Yan was definitely not born in that utility room, but just the beginning of their approach.

After joking for a while, Wang Yan said: "I will write to you after I arrive at the Military and Political University, but you two have to reply this time. Write me more nice things, and the central idea is to express your deep longing for me."

Xiao Suizi said angrily: "Bah, deep longing."

"That's right, you stinky hooligan, shameless." Hao Shuwen still said so.

But they were already heated up and blushed under the moonlight.

This is how it is at this time. Some small ambiguity can stir the girl's mind, and she will remember it for a long time. Every time she thinks of it, she will always feel a little shy.

Wang Yan knew very well that these two people were full of resentment towards him, and they had complicated feelings towards each other. The reason why the three of them were still together was that they were waiting for him to make a choice.

The three of them walked back slowly and leisurely, laughing and joking. Wang Yan was in the middle, Xiao Suizi was on the left, and Hao Shuwen was on the right. Under the moonlight, their shadows were stretched out very long...

Seeing Lin Dingding again, she was still as charming as ever, and her eyes that could speak were still as reluctant as ever. There were also inconveniences. When they met, they had to come over, pull and tug, and touch each other.

She hugged Wang Yan's arm tightly: "I saw you talking to Hao Shuwen today, and then she and Xiao Suizi were unhappy?"

"Let go first and talk, otherwise I really can't explain it clearly."

"Oh, it's been so long, you haven't gotten used to it yet? I finally see you once, I want to be closer to you. Smell your scent carefully, so that after you leave, I can think about you for a long time, just like now, as if you have never left."

Very capable... Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, but still pulled his hand out forcefully and took a half step back: "Chief, please fight for me I'm leaving next week."

"Ah~~"

Lin Dingding said as she came closer: "I won't see you for a year, right?"

Ignoring Wang Yan's rejection, she jumped and kissed Wang Yan, and then hugged Wang Yan's arm tightly against her chest: "But you have made progress, which is a good thing. After you arrive in Beijing, can you write to me? Not too many, just one letter every half a year. Just like now, don't we only see each other once every half a year? Don't you think so?"

Is he kidding? How could Wang Yan write? That would be evidence. He showed it to Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi madly, and it was all done...

He said, "It's enough, it's getting late, go back and rest."

"Are you so annoyed with me?"

Wang Yan answered irrelevantly, "I'm too tired."

"That's right, you've been traveling for half a day, and you were flirting with Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, and you were drinking with Liu Feng." Lin Dingding sighed and let go of Wang Yan, "Go away and have a good rest."

Wang Yan hummed, looked at her for three seconds, and then turned and left without looking back.

Watching Wang Yan's figure disappear, Lin Dingding's smile disappeared, she let out a long sigh of dejection, and kicked the weeds on the ground fiercely as if to vent her anger. After a while, her eyes became more determined again.

It must be that the contact was not deep enough, so that Wang Yan had become numb and immune to this kind of pulling and tugging, and there was no attraction. I should have more contact next time, she thought, and gave herself affirmation...

No matter how reluctant we are, there is always separation after reunion. The next day, after breakfast, the art troupe set off again. This also marked the end of the six-month reunion, and the next reunion would be a year later.

In the next few days, Wang Yan packed his luggage and took care of Liu Feng. As he said before, he bought medicine and made plasters for external application, and got some medicine for internal use, and gave him massage for a few days.

Liu Feng's condition improved greatly. The bruises that had not disappeared for more than a month disappeared a lot in just a few days, and he could be regarded as regaining the ability to take care of himself. Or, better self-care. He could actually move before, but he was sweating profusely due to pain, which was very inconvenient. Political Commissar Ningshan gave He Xiaoping a vacation, and He Xiaoping took care of him at home. Later, the situation improved a lot, and he went back to dancing, leaving Liu Feng to move slowly at home.

He is such a person, or there are many people like him in this era, and there are still such people decades later. The collective comes first, and the individual comes second. If you can hold on, hold on, and if you can't hold on, hold on. From small to big, from the individual to the whole, it is such people who support the backbone of China.

Because he hasn't seen the book he wrote yet, he still went to Xinhua Bookstore to buy a set. A long novel of 1.6 million words, a set of five books, a total of five yuan. This price is still quite expensive, but it is still reasonable. After all, a book has more than 300,000 words, which is quite thick, and it has been widely praised by people from all walks of life. The price is not high, but it is because there are more words and the cost is higher.

Compared to the hardcover books that came later, it is certainly not as exquisite, but it is also good. The cover has a red background, and the black characters of "14th Army" are written in cursive with a brush. At the bottom, after "——", his name is followed, and the font size is relatively small. But it is not inferior to the cursive "14th Army", and it is even more majestic and magnificent. That was his previous signature, which was cut off and printed.

Opening the title page, there is the recommendation from the editor-in-chief of the People's Literature Publishing House, which tells about the brief communication with him, the previous review and publishing process, and many people's comments. Then he started with a preface written by himself, which was his original intention to write this book, and also told the story of his performance. Finally, it ended with "August 1975, in the 14th Army... Regiment", and then the main text.

After roughly flipping through it, he threw it to Liu Feng to let him read it to relieve his boredom. He signed his name on the book and wrote the date, and told Liu Feng that this book would definitely sell for more than five yuan in the future. Liu Feng smiled and nodded, saying that he would never sell it.

Just like that, his days in the art troupe ended.

Early in the morning, he packed his backpack, carried his bag, cleaned the dormitory, closed the door and walked out. He didn't say goodbye to anyone. The political commissar was performing with the troupe, and the others were not there. Liu Feng was recuperating at home, and he left quietly by himself.

But when he arrived at the gate of the art troupe, he still saw Liu Feng standing upright with his waist supported, chatting with the soldiers standing guard at the gate.

"I'll see you off." He said with a smile.

"Forget it, walking also uses the waist." Wang Yan smiled and shook his head.

"I didn't say I would take you to the station. Let's meet here so that you don't leave too sadly."

"I'm not dead yet. There's no need for people to cry at my grave. Go back and take care of yourself. I'm leaving."

Looking at Wang Yan's back, Liu Feng shouted, "Don't forget to write me your address and phone number. I'll contact you when I get there."

"I'll remember that."

Wang Yan didn't look back, and just walked towards the train station with his things...

Just after he started school, at 3:42 on July 28, a 7.8-magnitude earthquake occurred in Tangshan. People were not prepared and were sleeping.

Although Wang Yan was in Beijing, he also felt the earthquake.

This earthquake, including Tangshan, Tianjin, Beijing and other surrounding areas, killed more than 240,000 people, seriously injured more than 160,000 people, and killed more than 7,200 families. Tens of thousands of families were disintegrated, and 4,204 people became orphans. 97% of ground buildings and 55% of production equipment were destroyed, and transportation, water supply, power supply, and communications were all interrupted. In 23 seconds, the direct economic loss was RMB 10 billion, and an industrial city with a population of one million was razed to the ground.

Of course, this was the official statistics after Wang Yan's memory. At this time, people had no intention of counting casualties because the devastation was visible to the naked eye.

The government responded quickly. The central government sent a telegram of condolences that day, and the central leadership immediately formed a condolence delegation to go deep into the disaster area. At the same time, it was decided to implement national disaster relief, set up command posts at all levels, and use the People's Liberation Army as the main counterpart to support and organize self-rescue and mutual rescue activities. More than 100,000 PLA ​​officers and soldiers were mobilized to rush to the disaster area for rescue; 50,000 medical staff and cadres and masses from all over the country were urgently concentrated to save the dying and the wounded and transport disaster relief supplies.

The critically injured were urgently evacuated by special planes and special trains to 11 provinces and cities for treatment. Post and telecommunications, railways, transportation, electricity, municipal construction and other departments ensure communications, water, electricity and transportation. And most importantly, the governance of the epidemic that will inevitably be induced by the major disaster.

Wang Yan and other people from the Military and Political University did not go out to rescue the disaster. They were too few and could not be of any use. Their task was to study and do a good job in the construction of the army.

Moreover, here, senior officers were everywhere, and there were a lot of leaders at the division level. They were all leaders who came from the army from all over the country to study. Wang Yan was just a small deputy company commander, and he was really a small shrimp here. He had to call everyone the chief.

Of course, this was just an exaggeration. Otherwise, if he really took three steps to salute, what would it be. They were all from the same school, and they were barely classmates.

The real situation was that he was really famous in the army, and a bunch of leaders came to chat with him because of his reputation.

On the first day he arrived, he was called over by the dean and the political commissar. They chatted with him kindly for a while, affirmed the songs he created, the many heroic stories of "Chinese Heroes", and the heavyweight book "14th Army", and placed hope on his future study and creation in the Military and Political University. Then, like a giant panda, he was greeted by leaders at all levels and students and other leaders.

Wang Yan is certainly a person who can get along well with all kinds of leaders. Everyone has a high opinion of him. There are even some military leaders who want to transfer Wang Yan to other places, but they are all rejected by Wang Yan's "obeying orders and following commands".

Overall, it is quite comfortable in the Military and Political University. But the external environment is not good. The earthquake rescue operation is a long-term work. The Military and Political University receives news from Tangshan every day. In addition, in the surrounding areas, the government also calls on the people to build earthquake shelters and not live in the house, which is a mess everywhere.

In September, there was another national mourning, and then memorial meetings were held all over the country. The Military and Political University is naturally no exception. The college held a memorial meeting on the same day.

The wheel of history rolls forward, and everything is happening as planned...

Wang Yan was studying political courses and did not forget to write at night. Everyone in the Military and Political University knew, and even more people knew, that he was working on the creation of the "11th Army".

It was basically the same as the "14th Army", but he still made some changes in the writing method. He couldn't really write two identical books. After all, he was not writing history. People wanted to read these, and there were a lot of materials sorted out by the Military Commission. It was a historical and disseminable literary creation.

Similarly, Wang Yan did not forget to take care of his leader and the political commissar who had already patted his chest in front of the leader. In November, after nearly a year, he finished writing the "11th Army" of more than 1.5 million words. He sent the manuscript back to Mengzi along with several letters...

The art troupe returned to the station to rest, and Lao Liao once again urgently summoned the members of the band.

The official lead singer Fang Hongmin was also there. Without saying anything, Lao Liao handed out a bunch of scores, and then people became familiar with the process.

"Lao Liao, is Wang Yan writing songs again?"

Lao Liao ignored them, just looked at the score in his hand, immersed in his music world.

"Writing songs again? Why didn't he tell you in the previous letter? Did he tell you?" Hao Shuwen muttered and looked at Xiao Suizi beside her.

"No." The latter shook her head, equally confused, "Let's go to Fang Hongmin to see, I don't know what he wrote this time."

Of course Wang Yan wrote to them, and of course they replied. They didn't meet, they were thousands of miles apart, and the words they said fell on paper, and many things that were difficult to say were also written. But it was still impossible to say it clearly, but after all, there were many breakthroughs in the scale of speaking.

Lin Dingding stood behind the two of them, listening to them talking about the letter, and didn't say anything. Damn Wang Yan, he really didn't write to her.

It's not just the two of them. Other comrades, both men and women, are also very curious about Wang Yan's new work. After all, Wang Yan has written three songs so far, "We Soldiers", "The Motherland Will Not Forget", and "My Motherland and I", all of which are good songs that have spread all over the country and promoted nationwide. Now there is another new song, and people are eager to know what it is.

Although it is useless to know in advance, even Lao Liao has not yet arranged the music, but still want to know.

Fang Hongmin knew that there would be such a time, and he quickly took out a sheet of music that he had prepared and handed it to everyone. Last time, he went around and tore the score three times. This time he copied a sheet in advance, which was very clever.

However, this also made it more convenient for others. Some singers took a quick look at the score and found the tune and hummed it first.

"Mud wrapped around the trouser legs, sweat soaked the back of the clothes..."

"I don't know who you are, but I know who you are for..."

"This is written for the disaster relief team..." Someone said so after listening to two sentences.

Wang Yan's "creation" this time is the "For Whom" of the close relationship between the army and the people.

This song is to praise the PLA soldiers' fearless sacrifice during the 1998 flood. Now it is written for the troops rescuing Tangshan, and it is not inconsistent. The lyrics are the same, no changes are needed.

After all, major disasters are often accompanied by heavy rain. Tangshan is not calm. It must rain heavily after the earthquake, and the ruins are just mud. Moreover, the soldiers are also carrying out rescue operations at the risk of aftershocks. Various rescue missions have also made them shout their throats and wear their hands. They all have the same fearless spirit...

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