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"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. I commend the comrades for their performance in the accident last night. No. Because Lin Dingding missed the show, the performance was chaotic. 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 were assembled, 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 caused her to delay 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 A profound 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 won't have unrequited love and suffer in vain. During the performance last night, I went to the back to hide and smoke, and just 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 in a funny way: "You actually believe it, but you just don't want to admit it. It's not like you don't know that Lin Dingding is very popular with gay men. She is surrounded by a group of people every day, and she is already spoiled for choice. Do you think she Will I fall in love with you?

It would be fine if we were outside. There are so many capable people in our art troupe. Each family is more complicated than the other. You are often out and about, so you know best what the situation is. What's relevant and what's irrelevant are two different things. Some families can eat several meals of meat and several meals of refined grains a month, while some families can only eat two meals a year.

We are all human beings. When it comes to Lin Dingding, what do you think she would think? You can repair her watch, but someone can buy her a new watch. If you cook noodles for Lin Dingding, Director Wu can get canned noodles for you, and maybe there will be more awesome ones in the future. If it were you, Lin Dingding, what would you think? Revolutionary love also depends on people. "

Liu Feng waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't talk nonsense. Ours is a pure revolutionary friendship. We are the same as everyone else, but it's not what you think."

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

Wang Yan smiled and did not continue talking, just let Liu Feng listen a little. In fact, there is nothing wrong with Liu Feng's pursuit of Lin Dingding. He just wants to avoid what happened originally. He was transferred to the art troupe and lost his reputation and future. Wang Yan's purpose was to avoid what would happen in the future, but it was uncontrollable, so he advised Liu Feng to be a bit desperate 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 while. Liu Feng's sadness overflowed and flooded to the soles of Wang Yan's feet.

As if wanting to ease the awkwardness of the atmosphere, Liu Feng asked: "What do you think? I don't know who you are close to. Are you really thinking about Hao Shuwen?"

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

Liu Feng was happy: "I feel like you have changed a lot recently. You didn't talk big before."

"We didn't have much contact before. You don't know me, but I never talk big. This is called self-confidence, you know. The teacher has a poem that says it very well. If you have confidence in your life for two hundred years, you will be a good person. Hit three thousand miles. Under his guidance, I will work hard in this direction."

Wang Yan recited this poem loudly, quite boldly and freely, with his own style.

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

"The lyrics have been written, and now I'm composing the music."

"What song is it? Let me listen to 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 two double-sided waist drums tied around his waist.

"I'm falling behind." Seeing Liu Feng reaching out to take the red flag, she handed it over casually and asked with a smile, "What song did you two listen to just now? Let me listen to you sing a few lines."

"Can't sing." Wang Yan shook his head.

"Why can't you sing? Don't you want to see me?"

Liu Feng smiled and said, "He's teasing you, Sui Zi. He wrote the song himself, and he just finished the lyrics, and there's no music yet."

"Huh?" Xiao Suizi looked at Wang Yan suspiciously, "Can you still write songs?"

"You look down on people, don't you? I know a lot of things."

"Then read a few sentences and I'll listen."

"You'll know then. What's the meaning of just listening to the words? It's boring. You don't know anything now. What a surprise you will be after you hear the finished product." Wang Yan laughed.

"It's a surprise. I'm glad it's not a shock."

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

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

"Does your foot hurt?"

"I had so many bubbles yesterday, I just can't do it today." Lin Dingding felt aggrieved.

"Then why don't you just take a ride? Come, I'll carry you for a while. When the car passes by, you follow the car. Wang Yan, Suizi, you two go first." Liu Feng did not look at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan smiled and said nothing. He carried the red flag on his shoulders and walked forward with Xiao Suizi.

"I don't know what happened to Lin Dingding. She gets blisters every time, with thin skin and tender flesh. It was Liu Feng who picked the blisters for her yesterday and she carried them all the way." Xiao Suizi muttered.

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

"Do you believe it?"

"You just don't believe it."

Xiao Suizi laughed: "Then what you said is not nonsense."

Wang Yan turned to ask: "I see that Chen Can came to see you this morning, but you didn't give him a good look..."

"He apologized to me, but I didn't forgive him. It was too much. They bully people, but they can't beat you, and they take it out on me? There's no such thing."

"You are sensible. I thought you had to lose your temper with me, blaming me for beating up your wishful lover."

"Fuck you, what a wishful lover, it's nothing. I admit, I do have a crush on him, but he disappoints me so much. Why didn't I notice it before? What a good person Liu Feng is, how can they be so at ease? "Xiao Suizi was filled with indignation.

After crying and thinking before, during the two days when neither of them talked to each other, she had obviously thought more deeply and felt that perhaps Chen Can was still not suitable for her. As long as she imagined that the two of them got together, Chen Can would get angry with her now, and if she got married in the future, why would she be so angry outside that it wouldn't be even more outrageous when she got home? This kind of thing makes me shudder just thinking about it.

So after thinking about it so deeply, she might have really figured it out, but who knows, a woman's mind is the most unclear.

Wang Yan smiled and waved his hands: "Stop it, don't talk anymore. Besides, even I was scolded, so I feel at ease as a part of it."

"Then your conscience has discovered it, haven't you?"

"Thank you. But the impact of the two of us chatting and laughing here is not very good. Look, the comrades passing by are all looking at us."

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

"You still have to pay attention when you should. I don't care. The big men don't suffer no matter what. You are the one who is affected."

While speaking, Wang Yan stretched out the rolled up red flag. It was a military flag, blowing in the wind, which was very empowering. He walked to the edge of the marching team and shouted loudly: "Comrades, thank you for your hard work."

This sound attracted the attention of the soldiers, who all turned their heads to look over. A company commander walking in single file on the roadside also looked over with puzzled eyes.

Wang Yan showed no stage fright and continued shouting loudly, trying to be heard by all the soldiers in the company.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Yan, and I am a member of the band of our Military Region Art Troupe. My father is a martyr, and my mother passed away early. I was alone in the family, and the organization took care of me when I grew up. Later, I took the initiative to join the army, and the organization took care of me. Because I can play two musical instruments, I was placed in the art troupe. But I didn’t have the instrument with me, otherwise I would have to give everyone a break.

But it doesn't matter, I have also read a lot of picture book stories. Comrades defend their homeland and the country, and the training task is heavy. I will tell you a story. Everyone can relax, but the marching speed cannot be slow.

I don’t know if you have heard of the story of General Yang. It doesn’t matter if you have. It’s not as good as mine, so I dare to tell such a big story. Hey, don't be ridiculous, it's easy to get angry. There is no need for comrades to support me, just listen to me.

That said, China has thousands of years of history..."

In this way, Wang Yan told these soldiers about the Yang family generals. His ability to tell stories was naturally excellent, lifelike and vivid, and very interesting. The soldiers listened attentively and laughed happily.

Xiao Suizi, who was following at a trot, was shocked. She really didn't expect Wang Yan to have such a skill and speak so well.

Xiao Suizi looked ahead. On the plateau, under the blue sky and white clouds, between the mountains, Wang Yan was carrying the fluttering military flag in high spirits. The marching soldiers were grinning broadly. They were marching forward so harmoniously.

The wind blew her broken hair, and her shining eyes looked at the energetic back in front of her...

The condolence performance that lasted for five days came to a perfect conclusion. With the high recognition given by the head of the army, the art troupe returned to Mengzi's station in a large truck.

As soon as the car drove in, the male and female soldiers of the art troupe, who were extremely tired and physically and mentally exhausted, shuffled out of the car, their feet dragging the floor when they walked. They were so exhausted that they had no energy at all. The tasks are different, and each has its own tiredness. No one is really easy. However, the physical and mental exhaustion 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 out of the car easily and helped pack away the props. Then he naturally took a shower, washed clothes, had a meal, lectured the political commissar, and made a comprehensive summary of the condolence performance. We had no other arrangements, so we dispersed the team and 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 walk. He was still thinking about eating meat.

Wearing a military uniform while walking outside is always very eye-catching, and it is even more so in this era. People do not say "soldier", let alone "little brother", but say " Comrades of the People's Liberation Army'. , children at this time, as well as young people aged fifteen, six, seven or eight, are all proud of wearing military uniforms.

Therefore, the comrades he met along the way were still confused when Wang Yan went out in plain clothes, and Wang Yan could only explain the reason why he made it up to everyone with a smile. The actual reason is, of course, that the military uniform attracts more attention and makes it inconvenient for him to do things. What’s more, what he does is not honorable in this day and age, and he will be punished if he is caught...

It was already the third day after the performance. In the morning, Wang Yan usually hid in the utility room to practice musical instruments and "create" by himself. There was a knock on the door and was immediately pushed open. It was Ning Shan, the political commissar of the art troupe.

He looked at Wang Yan who stood up with a smile, walked in and patted Wang Yan on the shoulder. He casually glanced at the paper on the table and asked in surprise: "What is this written on?"

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

"Okay, you kid, didn't you realize that you can still write songs?"

"We can't talk about it, so we're just speculating. If it happens, it will give our art troupe a face in all the major military regions. I don't know what will happen. If it doesn't sound good, the political commissar should not curse people then, but it can't dampen my enthusiasm. Ah." Wang Yan smiled modestly.

"You..." Ningshan smiled and shook his head, then said, "You know how to read?"

"No, I just read some before and just talked about it randomly. Political Commissar, I admit my mistake. During the march these days, I told the fellow soldiers about Generals Yang, Mu Guiying, Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, etc. We also told stories about ancient heroes and heroic deeds during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Don’t make a mistake, right?”

Wang Yan has indeed been talking during the march these days. He also deliberately condensed it so that the soldiers could listen to one story at a time. From national heroes to fighting heroes to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, the response has been very good.

"Monkey spirit, I'll know what's going on with you just by saying a word. Just now, the leader of the military region called me specifically and said that some soldiers spoke highly of comrades who were storytellers during the march. I don't think we have anything to do with you this time. We arranged for storytellers along the way, and when I asked about it just now, Comrade Xiao Suizi said he was your kid, and I still couldn’t believe it."

"Political Commissar, I did it on the spur of the moment. I didn't expect the soldiers to comment so well. No need to praise, just don't punish me."

"It's good to be good when you get a bargain." Ningshan said angrily, "I have been preparing your story recently. We will perform it internally first and let the heads of the Political Department review it. If it works, I will arrange it for you when we go out to perform in the future. Show, go on stage and make your debut.”

"Guaranteed to complete the task." Of course Wang Yan would not refuse. Is this his business ability? Storytellers are also artists.

"Okay, let's play the song first, and hurry up and start writing. You must pay attention to this matter."

After explaining, Ningshan walked away with his hands behind his back and closed the door.

The leader spoke and asked for attention. Wang Yan naturally obeyed the order and immediately gathered his things, found several books, got a pen, and a bottle of pen water, and went straight to the reading room. I started writing directly.

When Wang Yan writes, it is pure output, and his brain speed is fast. Moreover, since the words are spoken, it is naturally easy to write a manuscript. It is like a spring of literary thoughts, and the writing is like a spirit, and the dragons and phoenixes are dancing...

It was lunch time again, and the bell sounded on time. Wang Yan, who had been working for half a morning, returned to the dormitory, picked up his lunch box and went to the cafeteria. Today's staple food is cornmeal mixed with white flour pancakes and sweet potatoes. Today's cuisine is cabbage stewed with potatoes.

After packing a lunch box of vegetables, taking two large pancakes and a sweet potato, Wang Yan sat down at their table as usual.

The passage of time has eliminated the superficial hatred, and now their table is no longer awkward. Chen Can and Zhu Ke could also greet Wang Yan cheerfully, and everyone seemed to be the same as before, no different.

This was mainly because Wang Yan didn't deliberately target him, let alone publicize it everywhere. After the fight, he still treated them both with the same attitude. Naturally, Chen Can and Zhu Ke would not dare not to give face, and they were in harmony again.

As soon as Wang Yan sat down, Lin Dingding greeted him from behind: "Wang Yan, can you still tell stories?"

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

Looking back, Wang Yan looked at the group of female soldiers staring at him and laughed: "There are many who know how to do it."

"Just brag, it seems like you are so capable." Hao Shuwen, who still remembered her grudge, mocked directly.

"I am very capable. You will know gradually."

"Hey, you didn't know, but Wang Yan can also write songs. He said that he has already written out the lyrics. I'm waiting for when he will finish it." Xiao Suizi, opposite Hao Shuwen, said loudly.

What she said was even more surprising. A group of female soldiers looked at Wang Yan with big eyes.

Hao Shuwen especially couldn't believe it, blinking her big eyes: "Just you? Are you still writing songs? You are going to join the prop team."

Xu pointed at Xiao Suizi, and Wang Yan shook his head: "I'm criticizing you, Comrade Xiao Suizi. If it doesn't sound good when written, wouldn't it be a disgrace? Comrades haven't laughed at me for decades."

"What's the matter? 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 joined the props team and I know music theory. At worst, I can still hum. What's the big deal? I'm writing the song for this song now. I'll ask Senior Staff Officer Liao to arrange the music, and the comrades in our band will help me. After hard work, I can listen to it next month. Okay, okay, let's all eat."

Wang Yan ignored everyone's probing glances and ate his food vigorously.

The old Liao he refers to is the conductor of the band. He is also responsible for the chorus and other things, and he is also the team leader who manages the band. He also handles the band's training. The man in his forties has a certain level of proficiency. After all, this is the highest-level art troupe directly under the Political Department of the Grand Military Region, and the basic quality is quite sufficient.

Writing songs is really not a big deal. After all, people here are all engaged in art, and there are even a few people who are in charge and have some works. It's just that everyone is of the same age, so everyone was surprised when something like this suddenly happened. Once it’s written, it must be awesome. If you can't write it, ridicule will be inevitable.

Of course, Xiao Suizi didn't bring this matter up to cause trouble for Wang Yan. Just as she said, 'At least I dare to think and do it.' That's what she thought. Perhaps the reason why she said this was to support Wang Yan, to prove that Wang Yan was indeed capable, and to deny Hao Shuwen's denial. After all, she was still somewhat exquisite.

Hao Shuwen still didn't believe it, so she turned back and whispered to Xiao Suizi: "Suizi, does he really write songs?"

"Really, oh, why did I lie to you? Liu Feng also knows, if you don't believe me, ask him, he doesn't lie to others." Xiao Suizi responded with a smile, and finally said, "Wang Yan is very powerful."

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

"From what you said, we are all comrades in arms, and we have never been strangers. Come and eat." Xiao Suizi smiled.

Hao Shuwen didn't say anything anymore, looked back at the back of Wang Yan's head, turned back and continued eating...

A superior leader may say something casually, but a subordinate leader would not dare to do so casually. Therefore, in some subsequent performances, Wang Yan naturally became a left-behind member of the art troupe. His task is to sort out the storytelling manuscripts and submit them to the leaders for review. After passing the review, he can perform on the internal stage. Only after passing the review will he be allowed to arrange the program for the official performance.

This era is not stable. Storytelling penetrates the mind, so it is natural to pay special attention to it, especially in the army, so we must be cautious.

Wang Yan is relatively comfortable. He writes non-stop in the reading room every day, occasionally flipping through books, euphemistically saying that he draws inspiration. When you are tired from writing, put on your casual clothes and go out for a walk, and also turn on a small stove for yourself to replenish your oil and water.

Just like this, half a month later, in Ningshan's spacious office, Wang Yan placed a thick pile of notebooks in front of the confused Ningshan, and divided the notebooks into three piles under the gaze of the confused Ningshan.

Facing Ningshan's confused and questioning eyes, Wang Yan smiled and said: "I have written a lot of stories. As for the ones I mentioned before, there are short stories that can be told in ten minutes, and long ones that can be told in an hour or two. There are also some. There are probably more than 300,000 words here. Since I don’t know how many leaders will review it, I used carbon paper to bring out two more copies.”

"More than three hundred thousand words?"

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

..."It's too much."

"Ah, that's fine. If you don't have enough political commissar, you can always come to me. I'll always have one."

Ningshan was speechless and choked. He took a deep breath and said, "You sit there and smoke a cigarette and drink tea. I'll take a general look first and then I'll talk."

"yes."

Wang Yan was not polite to him. He picked up a Chinese pastry from the table and made tea in an enamel jar. He also found a book on the bookshelf, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and started reading.

Ningshan suppressed his burning eyes, little bastard, let's talk after I finish reading...

After seeing this, he fell silent. More than two hours had passed, and it was almost dinner time. Perhaps the hunger in his belly had awakened, so Ningshan wiped his eyes and looked at the contented Wang Yan.

"You're good, your writing is really good. I think you can publish it and let people all over the country read it. It's easy to understand, funny and thoughtful at the same time. It's very good."

"Is it really possible to publish it? I didn't expect that I could publish it by accidentally giving a lecture and writing a manuscript casually? Then wouldn't I also become a writer?"

"Excessive humility is pride, so don't give me any shame."

Ning Shan stared, then changed the topic and said, "But whether it can be published, I personally think it is okay. But in the end, whether it will work or not, it still needs to be reviewed by the leader. If it passes the review, I will tell the leader at that time, and you can just write a letter and submit it yourself. Okay, go ahead and do whatever you have to do, and wait for notification of the specific results."

"Yes, I'm leaving then, political commissar." Under Ningshan's glare, Wang Yan took away his son with a smile.

After glaring at Wang Yan as he left, Ning Shan smiled and shook his head. If someone can bring achievements to the leader and is not pedantic, there is no reason why the leader would not like him.

If Wang Yan's matter is completed and later successfully published in a newspaper, or even gathered together and published as a book like now, then his immediate leader will have to take credit. The more natural and approachable Wang Yan behaves, the happier he will be, so he can't be polite and take what he deserves.

Ningshan picked up the touch-tone telephone on the table and made a call: "Hey, leader, I, Ningshan, am like this..."

After leaving Political Commissar Ning's office, Wang Yan did not leave the office building of the cultural troupe, but went to the squad leader's office. The art troupe is a big place, and they are all engaged in art, so they basically have offices. I just came back from another condolence performance today, and of course I have to go to the office to find someone.

This is his direct team leader, the so-called Lao Liao, whose full name is Liao Guanghua. He is a kind man, otherwise we wouldn't call him Lao Liao. Of course, it's normal to be kind. When he was conducting the orchestra, he was very serious and didn't speak very nicely. He was a pure person. He is very thin, with slightly yellowed glasses, a short haircut, and a short beard. He looks weak and capable.

Seeing Wang Yan coming in, Lao Liao put down the book in his hand and said, "Wang Yan, sit down, sit down, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard you are going to write a book?"

"I just finished writing the manuscript and sent it to the political commissar for review by the leaders. But it's not that I don't stop doing music. I just wrote a song. The lyrics and music are already written, but the arrangement is still quite different. I’m asking for your help. These are the lyrics and music, you should take a look at them first.”

Wang Yan didn't show any courtesy. As soon as he sat down, he took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

Lao Liao smiled, without surprise or suspicion. He calmly took the paper and hummed softly while reading it. With this hum, Lao Liao became energetic.

He hummed and felt it again, shaking the paper in his hand: "Did you write it?"

"Old Liao, I can't write it? After all, I'm proficient in eighteen musical instruments and I also know music theory. What's the fuss about writing a song."

Liao Guanghua laughed out loud when he heard that he was proficient in all eighteen musical instruments. Of course he knew what Wang Yan's level was.

"Don't tell me, I really didn't expect you to be at this level. The writing is good, the lyrics are simple but not simple, the melody is catchy, sonorous and powerful, and it shows more military power. It's easy to listen to and remember. Not bad, very good. Arrangement What's your thinking?"

Lao Liao said several good things, and it was obvious that he was in a pretty good mood.

"Of course it's percussion, with big and small snare drums, coupled with cornets, trombones, tubas, etc., the rhythm is bright, simple and powerful. I can't do the specifics. The level is still a bit low, and you have to do it yourself. "

Of course Wang Yan can do it, but he just distributes the results to unite everyone. Furthermore, if you restrain yourself a little, you can be dazzling, but being too dazzling is not good.

Lao Liao pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I understand. I'll think about it these two days. When the time comes, I'll let the band guys give it a try and we'll study it further."

"That's it, let's go." Wang Yan said without hesitation, he stood up and left...

When he went out, the dinner horn was blown. Wang Yan went back and took his lunch box and went to the cafeteria. Today’s dinner is dumplings stuffed with cabbage.

I filled a box full of dumplings as usual, went to the kitchen to pour soy sauce on the dumplings, took a head of garlic, and wandered 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 jar in front of Lin Dingding.

This made Liu Feng very embarrassed. He responded with an unnatural smile: "The time we went out this time was short, only three days. How long can it be?"

"One day is like three autumns after not seeing each other. It's been nine years since we last met, and it hasn't been long since then. Don't you miss me, a good comrade who stayed behind?"

"Bah, I wish I didn't see you again in the eighteenth autumn." Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes.

"I understand, that means I missed my good comrade in the thirteenth autumn. Comrade Hao Shuwen is quite deep, I understand." Wang Yan laughed.

"You stinky scoundrel!" Hao Shuwen bared her teeth and flashed her fists, as if she wanted to kill Wang Yan severely. She had never won in words.

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

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

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

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