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The weather in Mengzi is good, but it is not always sunny every day. It still rains. The motorcade of a cultural troupe that went out to perform came back on such an afternoon.

The sky was gloomy and the rain was pouring. Trucks drove in, and for a while it was filled with the noise of people.

Wang Yan was relaxing in the rehearsal venue, playing "The Mark of the Rain" on the piano. When he heard the movement outside, he stopped playing, stood up, held up an umbrella, and opened the door to the rehearsal room. He saw a big truck parked directly. When we arrived at the door of the rehearsal room, a group of people jumped out of the car and took their things.

Before he could pass by, someone ran over. It was Lao Liao: "It's raining so heavily, don't just make do with it. The music has been compiled and I'll let the band practice it later. You can watch and comment."

"Then I have to help move the instruments."

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

Lin Dingding's fierce attack was indeed sudden, but not abrupt. After Wang Yan rose to prominence, Lin Dingding began to express his goodwill. After Wang Yan published a book and started a large-scale tour throughout the Kunming Military Region, it really confirmed his boundless future.

As for the so-called children of cadres, it is indeed a bit convenient, but at this time, any children of cadres are in vain, and no one has the courage to behave like a monster. Hao Shuwen is so awesome, doesn’t she also devour meat? As for Chen Can, who was even more awesome and had no rivals in the art troupe, he just smiled and took the cans and cigarettes given by Wang Yan.

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

Speaking of people, Wang Yan is tall and tall, not bad in appearance, very good-looking, humorous, and enthusiastic at the same time. His reputation in the art troupe is not inferior to Liu Feng, but no one takes Wang Yan as a joke.

Speaking of talents, he has written stories, songs, and articles, and even published a book called "Chinese Heroes", which is still two volumes, and there will be more.

Talking about the conditions, he had no father or mother, he was promoted early, he received an allowance of over fifty a month, and he also had various canned food, cigarettes, tea, etc. for performances outside, so he didn’t lack anything.

Speaking of the future, Wang Yan is like this now. As long as he doesn't go astray, there is no way it will be worse in the future.

Lin Dingding was proud of her charm, but people like Wang Yan were so polite to her. In her opinion, this was of course a humiliation to her, even though Wang Yan did nothing. Combined with all the things she had with Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, she became more competitive. Compared to the majority of women of this era, she was not a conservative girl, so she just jumped up and launched a fierce attack on Wang Yan.

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

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

"No, you don't have anything? Hurry up and pack up, don't catch a cold later. It's hard to catch a cold in this weather. Go ahead, I won't get anything big, just make some as much as you can."

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

Wang Yan nodded: "Lao Liao is impatient and plans to arrange new songs and arrange the tunes soon."

"You are not particular. You wrote a new song without telling us. During the performance, everyone only found out when Fang Hongmin hid in a corner and hummed."

"Isn't it the same sooner or later? It would be great to just listen to the finished product."

"The song you wrote this time is even better, almost like singing about the motherland." Xiao Suizi said seriously, she really thought so.

It is true that the two songs "My Motherland and Me", "Singing the Motherland" and "My Motherland" are on the same level. As soon as the melody is played, it can stir the hearts of the Chinese people. Some people always burst into tears because we have become stronger. When we look back, it is paved with blood and fire, the blood of countless martyrs and the cry of their unyielding souls. The red road is formed.

Wang Yan smiled very modestly and melancholy: "This may be the pinnacle of songwriting in my life. I will probably not be as good at writing songs in the future."

Xiao Suizi comforted: "It's ups and downs, it's not normal, don't think too much about it."

"Okay, hurry up and pack your things and go back."

Smiling and waving to them, Wang Yan helped the band members get busy. As for the props, it was obvious that they had no intention of moving. After all, it was raining so heavily and I was not in a hurry to take it down, so I naturally left early.

Soon, everyone was busy moving the instruments into the rehearsal room. Although they were tired, they didn't leave. They packed up and were ready to start arranging music.

Of course, the main reason is that Lao Liao is anxious. He is a pure person and always wants to complete the music work he loves with high quality. This time the song has been delayed for so long due to going out to perform. He has already thought of the arrangement. But the song couldn't be implemented as soon as possible, so naturally I felt tortured and anxious.

Fang Hongmin was also eager to give it a try. He had already become familiar with the music score, memorized the lyrics, and was just waiting to sing.

They are all professional musicians, and of course they know better how awesome Wang Yan's 'creation' this time is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The latter responded: "I have no problem."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ning Shan clapped his hands and patted Wang Yan on the shoulder, "It's been half a year, and there are no songs or articles. The chief still cares about you. Is it because you have exhausted your talents as a gangster, or have you encountered some creative problems? No. When you think about it, you will be a big, good boy, you should work hard and try to write more and better works."

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

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

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

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

As soon as he left, the rehearsal room became lively. They were all praising Wang Yan, Lao Liao, Fang Hongmin and others. Of course, they were mainly focused on Wang Yan.

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

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

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

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

"Then do you think my writing is good?"

"Okay!" Hao Shuwen laughed.

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

After that, he walked out to the rehearsal room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks."

"Geez, you're so boring."

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

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

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

"I knew you had me in your heart."

"You really misunderstood."

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you want to say?"

"My heart is full of you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zhuoma said: "Isn't it Director Wu, Dr. Zhang, or someone else? I see that you have been ignoring them when they came to you recently. Why are you having trouble again?"

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

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

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

Dolma laughed, and Little Ballet was also cheering.

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

Zhuoma and the others laughed and stopped holding on. No one is a fool, just one or two days is fine. This has been going on for a year. The people in the art troupe have generally understood the chaos between Wang Yan, Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi. Now people have been talking about Wang Yan's scandal with Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi in a very measured way, and they are all waiting to see the excitement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"remember to miss me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shuwen, hello.

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

I have a lot of canned food again. I know you love canned oranges, so I asked for some more. If you're there when we return to the group, that's even better. If not, it will be placed in the utility room. Eating too much sugar is not good and can easily lead to illness. You should pay attention to this.

When we parted, I knew you were speaking ironically. Suiko seemed to be about to cry at that time. I know you feel bad too, and I understand you. But parting is a normal part of life, and you have to get used to it. You are right to look free and easy. But don't keep it in your heart, try to relieve it. Being depressed for a long time is not good for your health, so you have to pay attention.

How are you? Everything should be fine. I think you must be very surprised when you receive my letter, and you will yell at me for being stupid. This is why Suiko asked me to write a letter, but I refused, and now I am writing to you again. I want to surprise you even more, and I am the only one who suffers from missing you...

Not well known”

"Hello, Suiko.

I'm in the 14th Army... I just miss you more.

You like canned beef, so I asked for some more...and put them in the utility room. You are not fat, and sometimes you can't believe what the squad leader says. You must eat well.

When parting, you look like you are about to cry. This is not good. You want to be happy. The long separation makes our yearning grow stronger and our friendship deeper. You are a girl who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside. You are always worried and sentimental. I understand that. do you understand? I mean, you have to be happy.

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

I want you to be happy, but I only suffer from missing you.

Not well known”

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

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

When I went back more than three months later, unfortunately, I didn't meet Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi. They went to perform outside again. Because of the festival, even though it was already after the festival, they still had to serve the soldiers well.

In the past half year, Wang Yan has been writing continuously. At this time, he finally completed a book called "14th Army" with a length of more than 1.6 million words.

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

Then he set off again and continued his performance...

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