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"Comrade Hao Shuwen, how is my song going?" Wang Yan took a few steps forward and asked with a smile.

"I'm being honest. The song is really good. Old Liao must have given you some pointers, right? It's just that your singing is too ugly." Hao Shuwen acknowledged Wang Yan's 'creative' level, but still looked for shortcomings arrogantly.

"You are just jealous of my talent. Lao Liao didn't even touch a single note in the lyrics or music. My singing is hard to listen to. What I sing is all about emotions, all from the heart. It's hard to understand me in this life. That's right. As the saying goes, if you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken..."

Wang Yan clasped his hands behind his back and shook his head, looking like a summer insect unable to express its feelings.

"Hey, you're still putting on airs." Hao Shuwen punched Wang Yan angrily.

Lin Dingding said on the side: "Wang Yan, I didn't expect you to be so talented and write so well." Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and there was a lot of admiration in them.

"You're still boasting, but from now on his tail will be raised to the sky."

"You just can't see me being nice." Wang Yan bumped Hao Shuwen with his shoulder and staggered. In exchange for two punches from Bang Bang, he gritted his teeth and said, "It has to be Comrade Lin Dingding. Not only is he good-looking, but he also talks nicely. "

Lin Dingding smiled brightly: "I am also seeking truth from facts, good is good, bad is bad."

"You two even praised each other." Xiao Suizi couldn't help but asked, "Is this song completely finished? When will it be scheduled?"

"Lao Liao's level is really high, and the arrangement has been completed. He said that he would arrange it tomorrow and let Fang Hongmin sing solo. At that time, he would invite the political commissar and the leaders of the Political Department to come and listen. If there is no problem, it would be arranged for the next performance. .”

Fang Hongmin is the ace male singer of the cultural troupe. He is in his thirties, has strong professional ability and a high level of professionalism. Wang Yan, the songwriter, doesn't sing, and indeed can't sing. Then Lao Liao must find someone with a high level to sing, and Fang Hongmin, an ace player, naturally does his part.

Hao Shuwen then asked: "What about your storytelling?"

"Are you waiting for the letter? I have written more than 300,000 words. The leaders are so busy. It will take a while to read it seriously."

"How much? More than three hundred thousand?"

The three girls were dumbfounded, especially Xiao Suizi. During those days of marching, Xiao Suizi followed along and listened. She thought that Wang Yan was just organizing the few stories he had told into words, but she did not expect that Wang Yan could organize them. More than 300,000 words were published.

She couldn't help but ask: "I remember you didn't have so many stories, right?"

"Can't you write more stories?" Wang Yan asked with a smile and said, "I told the political commissar that we have many heroes in China. Don't say 300,000 words, just three million, three thousand I can’t finish it in ten thousand words.”

Lin Dingding smiled and said: "You are so awesome. I'm waiting for you to go on stage to tell stories. I'll be sure to cheer you down below."

"Then thank you first."

In this way, we chatted all the way back to the dormitory building. The three girls went to take their things and take a shower, while Wang Yan returned to the dormitory to rest. He was whining there all day. Although he was not tired physically or mentally, he still wanted to be quiet for a while. The noise made his brain buzz and felt uncomfortable...

The next day, Wang Yan did not go to the utility room to practice his musical instrument. Instead, he sat there and listened to the rehearsal of the new song. The band needs to get used to it, and the singer needs to find a rhythm, so they all have to practice.

Today's music is much better than yesterday's arrangement, because drums, horns, orchestral instruments and other instruments no longer have one person, but each have a group of people, and the instruments are more diverse. After all, there are many kinds of horns and drums. many kinds of. This makes the entire musical accompaniment fuller and more layered.

Fang Hongmin is a baritone, bright, strong and powerful, and his accompaniment to the music is very sonorous.

"Is this a song you wrote?" Political Commissar Ning Shan also asked this question.

"Political Commissar, didn't you see the lyrics when I was writing the song in the utility room? Lao Liao also asked at the time, why can't I write a good song? Political Commissar, I cannot criticize you through colored glasses. Look at people.”

"Get lost!" Ningshan looked annoyed.

The higher the rank of the cadres of this era, the more they have fought on the battlefield. Although Ningshan is now the political commissar of the art troupe and a civilian working behind the scenes, he has been on the battlefield before and gained his position by fighting.

After scolding like this, he smiled again and said: "You really surprised me. The story is well written and the songs are well written. Yes, do a good job. The leader of the Political Department has already reviewed your manuscript and fully affirmed it. The day after tomorrow Come to the group to express condolences and inspect. When the time comes, you can go on stage and say a piece, sing this song, and let the leaders listen. You will be indispensable in the future.

By the way, there is also the manuscript you wrote worth more than 300,000 yuan. You can find time to submit the manuscript later. People's Liberation Army literature and art, or newspapers, etc., if you vote more, you will have more opportunities. "

Due to the current environmental impact, life in the literary world is not easy either. For example, the famous People's Literature, Harvest, etc. have basically ceased publication. However, other literary journals and magazines that flourished in the 1980s and 1990s, such as Contemporary, October, Flower City, etc., have not yet launched. There are actually not many investment channels available at present.

Today's literary creation is not enthusiastic. This is due to political influence. In addition, there is another point: manuscript fees are very low now, which is not as good as in the 1950s and 1960s, when writers were quite wealthy. Because they are so wealthy that they are separated from the masses, the Ministry of Culture has changed the royalties system again and again, and until now it is basically non-existent.

After the opening up, the atmosphere gradually changed and restrictions gradually disappeared. Only then did literary works appear in a spurt in the 1980s, which prospered the literary and art world...

Wang Yan nodded and said with a smile: "Where is the manuscript?"

"Your manuscript was left behind by the boss, and he also said that your handwriting is good. I will keep one of the two copies, and you can submit the remaining copy."

This leader is so generous that he has a hobby of collecting manuscripts.

Wang Yan shook his head in a funny way: "Political Commissar, what kind of copy do you have left? Just wait for me to write another three hundred thousand, and then I'll just keep the manuscript for you. Anyway, the leaders have reviewed it once, and I guess it will be better in the future." I don’t have time to read it either. I’ll submit it one by one to the outside world, and when it’s reviewed and published there, we can act now. After all, their review is stricter than ours internally, so I’m sure there will be no problem.”

"What you said makes sense, then write quickly. Your boy is still very good at writing. You know I have a son and a girl, and they are competing to read it at home."

"Haha, it's easy to talk about. I'll start writing in the next two days." Wang Yan agreed.

After all, his level is there. The manuscripts he writes are not purely storytellers, but are written in the direction of praising heroes and conveying the spirit. After all, he was once a big shot in the literary world, so it was not difficult to write about these things.

Although the background is always pathos, courage, sacrifice and other fearless spirits. But he did not write the tragedy of the hero, but the glory of the hero. It is easy to read the whole story, and the sadness comes after careful understanding. That's because people know that the hero is dead.

The matter was settled like this. Ningshan listened to it twice more, communicated with Lao Liao, and walked away with the words "We are soldiers". Military songs are generally very catchy and catchy. People will remember them after listening to one sentence and leave a deep impression on them.

The rehearsal effect was very good. People looked at Wang Yan obviously differently, because Wang Yan's ability was recognized and respected by many people. This is the power of an excellent song. After all, Wang Yan's musical instruments are not qualified to perform, but he is capable of what others cannot. He has written an excellent song, and his salary will definitely be improved, and he will have a resounding name in the entire army. This is a supreme honor. It is the envy of people.

Those who didn't know Wang Yan before now know him, and those who knew him before are more enthusiastic now. Now when Wang Yan is walking outside, everyone he meets will say hello to him in a friendly way.

This situation reached its peak two days later. On this day, the leaders of the Political Department came to express their condolences to the art troupe. They heard that Wang Yan had written a song and were very happy to let Wang Yan sing and listen to it after he finished his story.

In the auditorium of the art troupe, almost all the stationed comrades were in place. Hundreds of people were sitting in straight seats, and the leaders were sitting in the front row. Director Wu, who was doing promotional photography, took various photos before and after, and was not afraid of wasting film at all.

There were only two programs today, and there was no announcement. Wang Yan walked onto the stage alone, stood next to the microphone erected in the center of the stage, paused, turned right, put his feet together, and showed his energy. Capable and powerful.

After saluting, Wang Yan took a step sideways and stood in front of the microphone: "Fellow leaders and comrades from the art troupe, hello everyone. Because I wrote a song, my name has been mentioned a lot recently, but I think everyone is familiar with it. I must not be familiar with it yet. So here, please allow me to give a brief self-introduction to the commanders and comrades here, so that the commanders and comrades can get to know Wang Yan.

I was born in 1955, I am 20 years old, and my family is in Longcheng, Liaoning Province. My father was also a glorious member of the People's Liberation Army... The War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea was our first battle since the founding of New China, which brought out the spirit of our Chinese people and created peace...

In the great victory of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, many fighting heroes emerged. We must remember them, praise them, and learn their spirit. Today, I will tell you about such a fighting hero. His name is Zhang Taofang, haha. I see some comrades are a little confused. It doesn’t matter. We have too many heroes. Twenty years have passed since this battle. It’s normal..."

When talking about heroes, we can't just talk about heroes. We must talk about his origins from the ordinary and how he created greatness. We must also explain clearly which unit, which defense zone, the situation between ourselves and the enemy, and so on.

Wang Yan did not just talk about this person, but also involved many related people, including the foreign devils opposite. There are both macro battlefields and local individuals, filled with sacrifice, unity, heroism and fearlessness. Not only does it explain the toughness of Zhang Taofang, the cold gun king, but it also explains the fierceness of the 597.9 position battle in Shangganling. What is not explained is the great victory of this war, which everyone is proud of.

At the end, Wang Yan talked about Zhang Taofang's current position without mentioning it too much, letting everyone know that this is a living legend. He ended the hour-long stand-up performance amidst warm applause and cheers and retired. Off the stage.

Afterwards, Fang Hongmin came on stage, saluted to the audience and announced the title of the song. Lao Liao raised his hand from below. Following the movement of his hand, a clear and loud trumpet sound sounded, and then the drums and orchestra...

"What's different about us soldiers..."

Fang Hongmin played steadily and sang sonorously. A bunch of political department leaders were savoring the lyrics, and the smiles on their faces fell.

"Comrade Wang Yan, your books are good and your songs are even better. Our soldiers need these excellent literary and artistic works created by you to spread the fighting spirit of our People's Liberation Army. I don't know a word of your manuscript. Wow, I read them all, it’s very well written.

However, I have one more request for you. I read your manuscript and found that you have written a lot about ancient heroes and the fighting heroes of our People's Liberation Army, but not enough about the Anti-Japanese War. There is relatively less. The heroes at that time were even more worthy of praise. There was no past or present, so you have to write more. "

The leader of the Political Department left these words, encouraged other comrades, and left the art troupe.

After seeing off the leaders, the political commissar came back and explained that Wang Yan would be included in the next performance of the art troupe. He patted Wang Yan on the shoulder and left with a smile.

"You speak so well. I never knew you had such a talent before." Liu Feng smiled and talked to Wang Yan, "Congratulations, Wang Yan."

"What's the point of congratulations? We are all serving the soldiers whether we are on stage or not. The people on stage are important, and the people below the stage cannot be left out. To criticize you, your consciousness is too low."

"I congratulated you and you were criticized. Yes, you even slapped the horse's hooves."

"Where are you proud?" Hao Shuwen jumped over and slapped Wang Yan on the shoulder, "You're hiding it pretty well."

"Are you in for a surprise?"

"Bah, it's a surprise. It's more like a shock."

Wang Yan nodded seriously: "Well, it makes sense for you to say that. I saw it on the stage just now. Your eyes were straight and you couldn't close your mouth. Did your jaw drop to the floor?"

While talking, he also acted like he was acting mischievously.

"Hey, Wang Yan really looks like him. I was sitting next to Hao Shuwen just now, and she was like this." Lin Dingding laughed sweetly on the side.

"That's nonsense, I don't have it." Hao Shuwen opened her mouth to deny it.

"I testify that she was really like this just now." Little Ballet interjected, but then changed the subject, "Sui Zi was also stunned, she didn't even blink..."

What she said was meaningful and caused laughter from other male and female soldiers.

"Screw you, you're spreading rumors again." Xiao Suizi spat, blinking at Wang Yan, "You're so awesome, you speak so well."

Lin Dingding also expressed his approval: "It's indeed good. How do you say that word?"

"Vivid! Lifelike!"

"Ah, yes, yes, it is vivid. Listen to the stories you tell, and there will be pictures in your mind. Sometimes it makes people nervous, and sometimes it makes people excited."

"I've always been this good, but no one believes it." Wang Yan waved his hand, and the masters of the group were lonely, "Let's all leave. I have to create."

"Xu..."

Everyone responded to Wang Yan's pretense with shouts. They were all friendly and harmonious, everyone was laughing and joking, and then they dispersed to do their own things.

The leader came early in the morning. It was still morning and there was still a long time before lunch. What should be done was of course what to continue. Wang Yan took his belongings again and went to the utility room with paper and pen to continue practicing and creating.

The morning passed like this, and in the afternoon, in the large rehearsal room, Hao Shuwen, Xiao Suizi and others continued to practice old programs and arrange new ones.

After practicing for a long time, it was finally time to take a break. Xiao Suizi put on her coat and ran out.

Hao Shuwen on the other side just put down her accordion. She wanted to go to the toilet with Xiao Suizi, but she saw Xiao Suizi running out. She thought about Xiao Suizi running out almost every day during her break recently, and asked what she was doing, either going to the toilet or going out for some fresh air. Driven by strong curiosity and inexplicable feelings, she immediately put on her coat and ran out quickly, following Xiao Suizi...

"I am coming again."

Xiao Suizi opened the door and went in with a smile. Without Wang Yan saying anything, she opened the door and sat down on the table. "Still no clue about the new song?"

"It's only been a few days, how can it be so fast? This time it's very difficult. I feel hazy, and I don't know how long it will take to hold it in."

As he spoke, Wang Yan opened the drawer, took out some White Rabbit toffees and hawthorn rolls and put them in her hands.

"Where did you get all these things?" Xiao Suizi peeled off a piece of candy happily, kicked the others into her pocket, and asked incomprehensively.

"What did I say?"

"That's it!" Xiao Suizi, imitating Wang Yan's tone, couldn't stop laughing.

After laughing enough, she said: "You are really good at storytelling. You can pick it up with ease. And let me tell you, when I first went on stage, I was completely confused and very nervous. Unlike you, who was stared at by so many people. I don’t have stage fright at all.”

"Didn't you hear all this before?"

"It's different. It was a march before, and everyone was laughing and joking. What kind of battle is it today? There are hundreds of people in our station, and those who are not on mission are all there, as well as the head of the Political Department. I have acted so much now I'm nervous when I'm asked to go up there. But you're still joking with the chief on the stage."

"We are all human beings, with our heads on our shoulders, what should we be afraid of? We just have to relax, otherwise the more nervous we are, the more likely we are to make mistakes."

"Well, you are right, but you are still very good. I have never heard of anyone who can speak better than you."

"We are each other, and I have never seen anyone who can dance better than you."

"Hey, you two are complimenting each other here." Hao Shuwen walked in as if watching the fun and closed the door, "Why are you opening the door? Isn't it cold?"

"Hurry up and open the door." Wang Yan greeted as if he was in a hurry, "I can't even explain this one, and I can't bear to take advantage of both of them."

"What one or two?" Hao Shuwen didn't care at all and just walked in.

Wang Yan quickly stood up, opened the door, and explained: "Although people don't come here often, it's not a wilderness after all. If someone comes and bumps into me, how do you think I can explain it? Especially you two beautiful lesbians , I can’t explain it clearly even with a hundred mouths, and it will have a bad impact on both of you. Your dad is still the commander of the army, why don’t you come all the way to kill me? "

"I thought you were not afraid of heaven and earth. You are also afraid of feelings." Hao Shuwen laughed loudly and sat down on the chair where Wang Yan was sitting. She looked at Xiao Suizi chewing her mouth and asked, "What's good to eat?"

"Hey, white rabbit, hawthorn rolls." Xiao Suizi took out a few from his pocket and gave them to Hao Shuwen. He seemed to ask casually, "How did you find it here? Usually no one goes this way."

"I went to the bathroom. I thought I could take a walk and get some fresh air, so I just walked around. Then I bumped into you two complimenting each other."

Hao Shuwen answered fluently, without looking at Xiao Suizi. She threw a toffee into her mouth, tasting the sweetness, and wondered, "Where did this come from?"

"Just eat it! It's not a good habit to ask for more information!" Xiao Suizi imitated Wang Yan's calm tone, picked up the manner in which he spoke, and laughed.

"Yours? Where did it come from?"

"Just eat it!" Wang Yan responded with a smile, "There are still some in the drawer. Anyone who sees it can share it. You can put some back and eat it. Don't show it around."

"So many?" Hao Shuwen opened the drawer and looked at the pile of candies inside. She couldn't help but be surprised. She said decisively with a mechanical look, "I know, you are so careful, you must not have come in the right way."

"If you don't want to eat it, spit it out for me. Why are you talking so tightly?"

"Here you go..." Hao Shuwen bit the candy with her teeth and stretched her neck in provocation.

"I'm talking about it."

"You bastard, you think so."

Wang Yan leaned against the door, hugged his shoulders and shook his head: "You have ruined my reputation. Everyone calls me a stinky gangster. I don't know why you are gangstered. Hey, people's hearts are really unpredictable. As the saying goes, Qingzhu A snake's mouth, a wasp's tail with a needle."

"What do you mean?" Hao Shuwen didn't understand. She might be less knowledgeable and hadn't heard the first two sentences.

Xiao Suizi knew it, and she answered with a smile: "Neither of them is poisonous, but the most poisonous..."

"A woman's heart?"

Hao Shuwen asked back, and when Xiao Suizi suppressed a smile and nodded, she gave Wang Yan a roll of her eyes: "You are a woman, you are a poisoner, please die."

"Look, Suizi, just tell me whether it's poisonous or not. You're eating my candy and you're cursing me to die. Oh, it's so hurtful."

"It's boring to be serious." Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes and took the candy from the drawer and put it in her pocket.

"I said, you are a serious cadre's son, why are your eyes so shallow?"

"I'm here to help you eliminate criminal evidence for your own good. With so many candies, how much will it cost and how many votes will it cost? Think about it, if someone catches you, your bright future will be over."

"I understand, this is a threat to me. Hey, aunt, you should take more and let go of the smaller ones."

"Why are you so sinister? I'm here to protect you, but I don't know good people's hearts!"

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Don't be too showy. Even if you have a father who is a military commander, so much candy is not appropriate."

"Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"I don't think you are that smart."

"Why do you two start fighting each other as soon as you meet?" Xiao Suizi was speechless.

"Who told him to be mean-mouthed?"

"I think it was the day He Xiaoping came here, right? After that day, word spread that you two were getting along. Tell me, what's going on?"

Hao Shuwen hummed: "It's not a big deal. It's just that He Xiaoping took off her coat that day because she was dancing, and the coat was all rotten. He was standing next to me at the time. I was thinking about teasing him, so I put the clothes on his nose. Let him smell it from the front. It’s good for him. He’s on the top line and talks about what our cadres’ children are doing. Then I definitely won’t do it, so I’ll argue with him. So many people are watching me pulling on his clothes and not letting him go. Isn’t this just It's spread.

However, He Xiaoping did have a slight odor, and I didn't know what was going on. She sweated a lot and became sore very quickly. She couldn't even take a bath every day. Little Ballet, Dolma, and Zhu Ke are disgusted. Right, Suiko? "

Xiao Suizi nodded: "It's a little bit, but it's not that bad. Everyone practices so much every day and sweats so much. Who doesn't smell sour and sour? She just sweats more than us. I think Little Ballet just doesn't like He Xiaoping, but He Xiaoping is indeed a bit out of place. She is quiet and easy to bully just by looking at her."

"Why are you so gregarious?"

Wang Yan shook his head in a funny way, "You all have better backgrounds than her, and your families are all good. Comrade He Xiaoping is different. Her father has been sentenced since she was a child, and is being rehabilitated on a farm in the northwest. Her mother took her to remarry, and she should have just been married at that time. Five or six years old.

Judging from her cautious behavior, she knew that she was not popular with her stepfather. They definitely don't have enough to eat, and they are often beaten or scolded. She may not understand what you are talking about, and she doesn’t dare to ask, so how can she get along with others?

You are still the dormitory leader. Always take care of her, and don't follow others to laugh at her all day long. It's not easy for Comrade He Xiaoping. Also, you two should not tell anyone about these things. I promised not to tell anyone. "

Hao Shuwen asked: "How did you know?"

"Liu Feng picked her up from the capital, and he was the one who ran the political trial. Why don't you know what happened?"

"I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic. Okay, since you have begged me, I will take care of Comrade He Xiaoping. But these candies are not enough."

"Oh, Hao Shuwen~"

Looking at Xiao Suizi's appearance, Hao Shuwen glanced at Wang Yan: "Who asked him to be a good person, so it's obvious that we are all bad people? Is he the only one who is good? I don't care, I still treat him as a bad person. Anyway, these candies are not enough. "

Wang Yan knew that Hao Shuwen did it on purpose. She would take care of He Xiaoping even if there was no benefit, just to find an excuse to make trouble with him.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Hey, your tone is quite loud. It seems like it's enough to be shot." Hao Shuwen looked at the smiling Wang Yan in surprise, then looked at Xiao Suizi after thinking for a while, "How about we eat some meat? Although we are treated well, we can also We are eating meat, but there are only a few pieces, enough for who?”

"Is it possible?" Xiao Suizi looked at Wang Yan uncertainly.

"What's not possible? Then let's just eat braised pork and wait for my news. It definitely won't work this time. The political commissar said that I, a storyteller, can occupy the stage by myself. He thought of arranging for me to go out and perform by myself, and all the troops would Let’s perform a show so that our work can be carried out more and we can better take care of the soldiers in our military region. The political commissar is studying these two days. I will have to leave then, maybe a month. I will wait until I come back. Bar."

"Okay, we'll be waiting for you. Do you have enough money? I've saved fifty yuan."

"I'm sixty." Xiao Suizi was not far behind.

"Then why don't you buy it yourself? Why bother bothering me?"

"You are such a fool that you don't know a good person's heart." Hao Shuwen, who had looked concerned just now, immediately changed her face, stood up and pulled Xiao Suizi, "Let's go, Suizi, I don't want to look at him."

"Then let's go." Xiao Suizi was dragged by Hao Shuwen and greeted Wang Yan.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, watched the two people leave, and closed the door to block the cold wind from the corridor...

Storytelling programs can indeed support a performance. Because the time can be long or short, Wang Yan can talk for an hour or two by himself, and the average condolence performance is only this long.

Although there are relatively few long stories written by Wang Yan, Wang Yan has the ability to write long stories, and he also told Ning Shan that he can easily write hundreds of thousands of words. So based on the more than 300,000 words Wang Yan has written, Ningshan will naturally believe in his ability.

As for the scale of the content, it was also because of the 300,000-word minimum. The leaders of the Political Department had already reviewed it and approved the start of large-scale performances. They also instructed Wang Yan to write more about heroes during the Anti-Japanese War. In this regard, Ningshan also believed in Wang Yan's ability. Even if what Wang Yan talks about is not already written in the book, there will be no problem.

With these two guarantees, even if something goes wrong, it won't be a big problem. This is Ningshan's achievement, so he naturally wants to promote it. Wang Yan is just a small soldier, and he doesn't just fight wherever he goes.

Ningshan acted quickly. The day after Wang Yan met Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi in the utility room, he sent a truck containing speakers, lamps, generators, diesel and other equipment used for the performance. Wang Yan packed a marching backpack, took all kinds of things, and set off with the truck driver and assistant.

Wang Yan's performances are performed in troupe units. In fact, their art troupe's performances are also performed in troupe units, and only in a few cases are they performed in battalion units.

Because the number of battalions is relatively large, if the performance is based on battalions, a group will perform three or four performances. Moreover, not all soldiers of a battalion are gathered in one place. There are five to six hundred people in a battalion, and the companies under its jurisdiction are scattered nearby. The garrison mission cannot be stopped. Only half of the fighters can come to the show.

It would be much better to take the regiment as a unit. The soldiers at all levels below can allocate some people to the regiment headquarters. Even if it is less than half, it is still more than a thousand people. Looking at it in this rotation, every time it is a large-scale performance.

As for the performances at the battalion level, it is not that there are no performances at all, but the cultural troupe of the division is mainly responsible.

Of course, Wang Yan's career as a performer was not smooth. After all, he was the only one, and there were no beautiful lesbians. This made the soldiers who came from all over the country very disappointed.

But it got better after he opened his mouth. Every time he performed, he had to introduce his life experience and get closer to the soldiers, and then he started telling serious stories. Sometimes, two short ones are given at one time. Sometimes, just talk about one long thing at a time, anyway, it’s not the same thing. Each time he sang a cappella for the soldiers, and his "composed" We Soldiers count as the curtain call.

Every time Wang Yan went to a place, after telling his story, he became a welcome object among the soldiers, and welcomed him. The next time he went there, he would have opened up a new situation in the army...

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