Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1531

It is impossible to rely on Dongfang for this kind of thing, and Okamoto can only do it himself.He first went to the Political Office of the General Staff to look for the soldier playing the erhu.

Because of the relationship between military songs, military music and chorus, the Political Department of the General Staff has a lot of exchanges with Dongfang Ke and Okamoto Nobu, and they are old acquaintances.Hearing that a professional literary and art group was going to be established, Zhang Bolin personally intervened and asked people to search for files.

Although Dongfang Ke didn't ask the soldier's name, he still remembered the location of his post and the approximate date and time period.So soon Okamoto got the exact result.

The soldier playing the erhu was named Wang Qisuo, a corporal of the garrison battalion.He is an immigrant from Shandong who came to Lingao during Operation Engine.He was born in a military family in Dengzhou and sold private salt.

Although the garrison battalion generally only recruited "tested" naturalized civilians, the new immigrants from Lingao in Operation Engine obviously did not conform to this practice.But Wang Qisuo's resume is very beautiful: he was rescued by Lu Wenyuan when he was injured and dying, and joined the village brave team after he recovered from his injury. He has made many meritorious deeds and is the backbone of the Daoxiang Bravery.After the engine operation ended, the personnel of the Daoxiang Bravery Team underwent major adjustments. Except for a few people who continued to stay in the team, most of the personnel were successively transferred to Lingao, Taiwan and Jeju Island for training.After he came to high school, he joined the garrison battalion that was expanding its ranks.

After Wang Qisuo arrived at the guard camp, he performed well in all aspects, and soon became a corporal.But it's hard to say how outstanding it is, battalion commander Li Yayang is a bit impressed-Wang Qisuo is good at the huqin.When I have nothing to do, I often pull to relieve boredom, and I can be regarded as the "artistic backbone" in the camp.

Now that Okamoto said that he would be transferred to the art troupe, Li Yayang had no objection, and Wang Qisuo was not an important pacesetter or top player. One more of him in the garrison battalion was not much, and one less of him was quite a lot.

Now I came to talk to Wang Qisuo. Wang Qisuo is a young man with a good appearance, and his Mandarin is so-so. Let him pull a few paragraphs casually. The level is really not mentioned--in future generations, it will not be a problem to join a city-level literary and art group.

Hearing that he was going to the art troupe, Wang Qisuo blinked his eyes, as if he didn't quite understand.

"You want me to play the piano for the troupe?"

"It's not an opera troupe, it's an art troupe..." Nobuo Okamoto couldn't explain it for a while. In fact, in terms of what they planned, the opera troupe was not wrong.He thought for a moment. "The band, the musicians. Do you understand?"

Wang Qisuo is reluctant, after all, being a musician in this time and space is not a glorious thing: professional musicians are either bastards of theatrical troupe, or subordinates of the official "Jiaofang", basically they are untouchables—— The above is an actor and a trumpeter.He faltered and said that he didn't want to be a musician, and that he was "very good" in the security camp.

Seeing that he couldn't be convinced for a while, Okamoto proposed to register as an "amateur", temporarily seconded when there are performances, and usually still in the army, and his military status remains unchanged.Only then did Wang Qisuo agree.

It is not impossible to forcefully transfer to the art troupe, but the melon that is forced to twist is not sweet, and the old ideas accumulated over the years are not so easy to be cleared.This is an important reason why I am eager to start a professional literary and art group: nothing can spread more than literature and art, and nothing can have a huge influence on public opinion and concepts like literature and art.

Ever since Lin Ming knew that there was a colleague lurking in the area, he didn't send out any more secret notes.He never wants his journey to find his sister-in-law to become "serving the country with loyalty"-in his opinion, this is suicide.

But he couldn't think of what to do next, so he had to take a step and wait for his sister-in-law to contact him.With her abilities, knowing where she was shouldn't be a problem.

He continued to dawdle in the Haixing, living the days of going to and from get off work. Every few days, he would go out with Wang Xinglong for a drink and a tooth festival. able to drink.The days just go by like this day by day.In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.However, there was no movement from my sister-in-law. Lin Ming saw that he had been in Lingao for quite a few days, and he knew she was here but couldn't contact her, so he felt anxious.

That day after he got off work, he took a shower, put on wooden slippers, and walked slowly to the entrance of the alley. At the intersection of several streets and alleys, there was a big banyan tree with stone slabs under the tree, and some stone tables and chairs for people. Rest your feet.In the evening, some guys from nearby shops often gather here to drink tea, chat and play chess. It seems to be a place for casual gatherings.In order to relax, Lin Ming often came here to sit and chat with people while inquiring about news.

Before the person arrives, he hears the melodious sound of the huqin in his ears-in the past few days, every night, a young man who plays the huqin goes to the tree to play the huqin. He doesn't talk much, and he plays here for half an hour He just left, and Lin Ming didn't care when he heard that he was a new guy from a nearby shop.

He walked around under the banyan tree. He often comes here. Although the people at the party under the tree can’t name them, they are all familiar faces. A few old gentlemen are playing chess, and some are playing cards. It’s so quiet to watch Newspapers and magazines.Some people drink tea and some smoke cigarettes, accompanied by the melodious sound of Huqin, creating a peaceful and peaceful scene.

Lin Ming found a place to sit down, and a newspaper vendor came over to solicit business: This newspaper vendor is quite special, not mainly for "selling", but mainly for "renting".In addition to "Lingao Times", he also has a variety of magazines published by Lingao, and he can read as much as he wants for a few cents.It is in line with the spending power of ordinary shop assistants.

Ever since Lin Ming and Wang Xinlong came here, he rented newspapers every day habitually.He knew the importance of "Lingao Times"-even more important than the court's residence newspaper.But as a guy, if he shows too much interest in the newspaper, if he pays too much attention, it seems much more normal to rent.

However, he soon realized that he was worrying too much. The "Lingao Times" was widely spread in the local area, and the popularity rate among the literate people was extremely high. Even the illiterate people often begged the literate people to read the titles and contents of the newspaper. .There are also such "newspaper readers" under the big banyan tree.

Lin Ming took a copy of "Lingao Times". Originally, he only read the newspaper to grasp the trends of the gangsters, just as he read the mansion newspaper to grasp the wind direction of the court and officialdom.Gradually, he began to like reading the newspaper. Although he was not used to the style of the thief, the various news reports in the newspaper were much more lively and interesting than the boring memorials and official documents in the mansion newspaper.

From the newspaper, he knew the activities of the Australians in the entire Qiongzhou capital: how many immigrants were resettled, a lot of wasteland was reclaimed, which factory was put into operation again, and what new policies were being implemented... The newspapers explained everything clearly, Moreover, it is very vivid.

Of course, you can know what major events have happened in the world by reading Dibao, but when it comes to vivid and interesting narratives, it is absolutely inferior to newspapers.It seems that the Kun bandits run newspapers and write articles for fear that the people will not understand, so they try to break it up and talk about it in detail.Although it seems trivial to Lin Ming, it can give people a sense of being there.

Lin Ming was reading an article about the trade between China and Japan. This article took up most of the space. It started with the trade in the Song Dynasty, continued to talk about the Japanese pirate Wang Zhi in this dynasty, and then talked about the rise of the Zheng family.

Lin Ming knew something about doing business with Japanese people. He had also heard about people like Wang Zhi. As for Zheng Zhilong, he had heard about it.However, he has never seen such a detailed and comprehensive article on Sino-Japanese trade.In particular, the detailed description of Japanese history in the article gave him a sense of freshness.You must know that Ming Dynasty never figured out Japan's political system—of course, the imperial court never cared about knowing about these foreign barbarians.

Lin Ming felt that it was fresh, and was watching it carefully, when he suddenly heard someone asking, "Is there the last issue of "Friends"?"

As soon as the voice hit his ears, Lin Ming couldn't help but tremble: This is Li Yongxun's voice!He didn't dare to be too surprised, he covered his face with the newspaper, and carefully moved his gaze upwards, his heart jumped wildly, it really must be her!

I saw that my sister-in-law was wearing a Ming-style women's clothing today, holding a bag in her hand, she looked exactly like the women here.She was talking to the newspaper vendor and picking something at his stall.Seeing his gaze, she gestured to him.

Lin Ming understood. He stood up and returned the newspaper to the peddler for another change. The moment he returned the newspaper, he felt something stuck in the palm of his hand.He grabbed hold of it quickly, and chose another magazine and went back to read it as if nothing had happened.

Li Yongxun bought a copy of "Friends" and went there on his own.Lin Ming carefully opened the note under the cover of a magazine, and there was only one address written on the thin note: Dongmen City Cinema.

Lin Ming knew this place, it was a theater dedicated to showing Australian movies.Few people who have been to Lingao have not seen "Australian Movies", which is almost a must-have item for "Lingao Tour".Lin Ming also went there with Wang Xinlong - he originally thought it was just a "Macao film" that can be seen everywhere in Guangzhou, but he didn't expect that there was a big white cloth hanging inside.Just when he was puzzled, there was a sudden light in the dark house, and with the whistle of a whistle, a train came out from the wall, spouting white gas and roaring towards him. Lin Ming screamed, He rolled down from the table and chair, and fled outside while rolling and crawling.

Before he ran a few steps, he was pulled back by Wang Xinlong, and there was a burst of laughter around him.Only when Lin Ming turned his head did he realize that what he saw was just a "shadow".The train was just a shadow on a curtain.

However, the realism of this light and shadow, whether it is the shadow puppet show he has seen or the "Australian film", is completely incomparable with it-this is exactly the same as the real one!

(End of this chapter)