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Liu Feng wrapped it around his waist again, supported it with both hands, and walked slowly around the room: "Don't tell me, your massage is really good."

Wang Yan washed his hands and said with a smile: "I'll get you some plaster for external application tomorrow, and some decoction for internal use. I'll come over and massage you for a few days, and you'll basically feel better. But I want to be the same as before. It’s impossible, just take good care of it.”

While talking, he fiddled with the gas tank and started cooking.

By this time, liquefied gas had been promoted for many years. It was expensive, with a tank of gas costing nearly four yuan. Of course, Liu Feng and He Xiaoping rarely use it. They both eat in the cafeteria and rarely open fire. But even to light the stove, the cost of buying coal is actually about the same.

Liu Feng tried his best to control himself and not look at the burning stove to avoid heartache. Of course, he was not reluctant to part with it. After all, Wang Yan brought so many things and always took care of him. He is just habitually saving, habitually reluctant, and habitually distressed. The fire that is burning and the energy that is being pumped out are all money...

Of course, cooking with one person and one stove cannot be done quickly. But he was very efficient, making stews, mixing cold dishes, cutting platters, and he also had time to light a cigarette with Liu Feng and sit there and chat.

The smell of stew floated in the room, and Liu Feng asked: "I just heard from Hao Shuwen and the others that you are going to the Military and Political University next week for further studies?"

"Well, the political commissar mentioned to me a few years ago that the chief asked for a quota for me. I almost forgot about it in the past six months, but I didn't expect that the chief still remembered it. The notice was sent to me a long time ago. I entered the school directly and was assigned to the political department. He also said that he would introduce me to the main company when I got back. I also asked about you, and the political commissar said that I would be promoted to the deputy company and also applied for disaster relief model. After a while, It’s time to go to the capital to receive the commendation.”

When Wang Yan spoke, he met the resentful looks of Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, both of whom couldn't bear to part with him.

But the times are different after all, and the work we do is also different. If not, why would we see each other so many times throughout the year and say so many words on our minds? Every time, we have to find a place secretly to get along with each other for a while.

The political commissar will talk nonsense, but he will not talk too much nonsense. During the Chinese New Year, the political commissar told him to pay attention to the impact, which means that the impact has been great, and some voices have even appeared, otherwise he would not care about so many nonsense. If you don't pay attention, something will really happen.

But the good thing is that we have already reached this year, and after this year it will be relatively better. Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi are not fools, let alone deaf. They don't know that there are many gossips, which are not pleasant to listen to. They are all pretending to be nothing if they are under pressure.

No one wants to be the one who takes the initiative to fulfill their wishes, but no one knows how Wang Yan wants them to fulfill their wishes...

So Wang Yan just winked at the two of them, and got a pair of rolls of eyes in exchange for a smile.

He Xiaoping looked at her nose and heart, but Liu Feng pretended not to notice at all: "Then, will we still see each other in the capital?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "After I go to Military and Political University, I will write you a letter and call me when you arrive in the capital. I heard that the roast duck in Quanjude and the mutton in Donglaishun are quite famous. By then Let’s have a try.”

"How dare you think about it? I've been to the capital so many times, but I haven't tasted the taste of roast duck yet."

"Then we have to eat more. Aren't you both from the capital? Let Liu Feng bring two back to you when the time comes. Don't forget Xiaoping as well. Hey, don't keep nagging."

Liu Feng paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay, I owe you more anyway. Don't worry if you have too many debts, don't be itchy if you have too many lice. You are a master of money, so whatever you say will be yours."

Hao Shuwen laughed: "You are right, he is rich, but he is not as rich as us, so we have to beat him, a rich man."

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

"Just give me the approval, and I'll beat the rich."

Wang Yan put out the cigarette in his hand: "I guess it's almost done. I'll hurry up and cook. If we talk for a while, I'll be kicked out of the team."

The aroma of braised pork has already spread, and the comrades and their families in the nearby regiment have suffered. Master Wang stir-fried and stir-fried for a meal, and prepared a table of eight dishes. Wang Yan got some wine and drank with Liu Feng. While the five of them were chatting and laughing, the eight dishes were just like a mess, with no trace of them at all. Give Liu Feng a chance to have a second meal...

"I'm going to the Military and Political University and will write to you. Why are you crying? Aren't you going to perform again in two days? Look, even if you don't go, you won't be able to see each other a few times throughout the year. What did I say? Farewell. It’s normal, just relax.”

After leaving Liu Feng's home, Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi were still in low spirits. Even though they both had eaten just now, it didn't affect their mood at all, so Wang Yan comforted them with such words.

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

Maybe at this moment, they both thought the same thing. If they didn't have talent, they would be less busy and see people every day. Or even, just have a close relationship with one of them...

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

After reflecting on the meaning of the words, Hao Shuwen punched him angrily: "It's annoying, you used to be quiet, who knew you would become so active? And you still talk about me like that? Beat you to death."

Xiao Suizi seriously reflected on this issue. Wang Yan's talent was definitely an indispensable factor, and his own personality charm made him shine. No matter what, she had to admit that her affection for Wang Yan definitely didn't originate in that utility room, it was just the beginning of their getting closer.

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

Xiao Suizi said angrily: "Bah, I still miss you deeply."

"That's right, you're a stinking gangster, shameless." Hao Shuwen still said the same thing.

But under the moonlight, their faces had already warmed up and their faces were red.

This is how it is at this time, some small ambiguities can stir up the girl's mind, and she will remember it for a long time. Every time she thinks about it, she always feels a little shy.

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

The three of them walked back slowly and happily. Wang Yan is in the middle, Xiao Suizi is on the left, and Hao Shuwen is on the right. Under the moonlight, their figures are stretched very long...

When I saw Lin Dingding again, she was still so charming, and her talkative eyes were still as eager to resist but to welcome her. There is also the inconvenience that you have to come over when you meet, you have to push and fumble around.

She hugged Wang Yan's arm hard: "I saw you said something to Hao Shuwen today, and then she and Xiao Suizi became unhappy?"

"You relax and speak first, otherwise I really can't explain clearly."

"Oh, it's been so long and you haven't gotten used to it yet? I finally saw you once and I want to get closer to you. I can smell your scent so that after you leave, I can think about it again. For a long time, like now, it feels like you never left.”

Very capable... Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, but still took out his hand forcefully and took half a step back: "The chief fought for it for me... I will leave next week."

"Ah~~"

Lin Dingding sighed and came up again: "Then I won't be able to see you for a year?"

Regardless of Wang Yan's refusal, she jumped up and kissed Wang Yan, and then hugged Wang Yan's arm tightly to her chest: "But have you made progress? This is a good thing. Then when you arrive in the capital, , can you also write me a letter? It doesn’t take much, just write one in half a year. Just like now, don’t we only see each other once every half a year? Don’t you think so? "

Just kidding, how could Wang Yan write it? Isn’t there evidence? I frantically showed it to Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, and it was all over...

He said: "Okay, it's getting late, go back and rest quickly."

"Are you that annoying to me?"

Wang Yan didn't answer the question: "I'm too tired."

"That's right. You've been driving for a long time, and you were flirting with Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, and you were drinking with Liu Feng." Lin Dingding let out a long sigh and let go of Wang Yan, "Let's go and have a good rest."

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

Seeing Wang Yan disappear, Lin Dingding lost her smile. She let out a sigh of relief and kicked the weeds on the ground as if to vent her anger. After a while, her eyes became firmer again. stand up.

The contact must not be deep enough, so that Wang Yan has become numb and immune to this kind of tugging and tugging, and there is no attraction anymore. We should have more contact next time, she thought, and affirmed herself...

No matter how much we are reluctant to leave, there will always be separation when we get together. The next day, after breakfast, the cultural group set off again. This also marks the end of the meeting after half a year, and the next reunion will be a year later.

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

Liu Feng's condition has improved greatly. The bruises that had not gone away for more than a month have disappeared a lot in a few days, and he can be regarded as regaining his ability to take care of himself. In other words, better self-care. He could actually move before, but it was so painful that he was sweating profusely, which was very inconvenient. Political Commissar Ning Shan gave He Xiaoping a holiday, and He Xiaoping took care of him at home. Later, the situation improved a lot, and then he went back to dancing, leaving Liu Feng slowly moving around the house.

He is such a person, or there are many people like him in this era, and there will be no shortage of such people decades later. The collective comes first, the individual comes last. If you can hold on, hold on, if you can't hold on, grit your teeth and hold on. From the small to the large, from the individual to the whole, it is people like this who support the backbone of China.

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

Compared with later hardcover books, it is certainly not as exquisite, but it is still good. The cover has a red background, and the black characters "14th Army" are written wildly in calligraphy. At the bottom, his name is followed by "——", and the font size is relatively small. But it was not inferior to Kuangcao's '14th Army'. It was even more majestic and magnificent. It was his previous signature that was cut out and printed on.

Opening the title page, there is a recommendation from the editor-in-chief of the People's Literature Publishing House, a brief exchange with him, the previous process of submission for review and publication, and comments from many people. Then there is the preface he wrote himself, which is his original intention to write this book, and also tells the story of his performance. The last part is "In August 1975, in the 14th Army...Regiment", and then comes the main text. .

After looking through it briefly, he threw it to Liu Feng for him to take a look at to relieve his boredom. He specifically signed the book and wrote down the date. He told Liu Feng that the book would definitely sell for more than five yuan in the future. Liu Feng smiled and nodded, saying that he would not sell him until he died.

Just like that, his days in the art troupe were over.

Early that morning, he packed his backpack, picked up his pocket, cleaned the dormitory, closed the door and walked out. He didn't go to say goodbye to anyone. The political commissar was performing with the troupe, and the others were even more absent. Liu Feng was at home, pouting and practicing, and left quietly alone.

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

"I'll give it to you." He said with a smile.

"Forget it, you have to use your waist to walk." Wang Yan smiled and shook his head.

"I didn't say I'd take you to the station. Let's meet here so you don't leave in such a miserable state."

"I'm not dead yet. I don't need anyone to mourn me. Just go back and raise me. Let's go."

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

"Remember it."

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

Not long after he enrolled in school, at 3:42 on July 28, a 7.8-magnitude earthquake occurred in Tangshan. People were unprepared and were sleeping.

Although Wang Yan was in the capital, he felt clearly shocked.

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

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

The government's response was quick. The central government sent a message of condolences that day, and central leaders immediately formed a condolence delegation to go deep into the disaster area. At the same time, it was decided to implement national-level disaster relief, establish headquarters at all levels, provide counterpart support with the People's Liberation Army as the main body, and organize self-rescue and mutual rescue activities. More than 100,000 People's Liberation Army officers and soldiers were mobilized to rush to the disaster area for rescue; 50,000 medical staff, cadres and masses from all over the country were mobilized to rescue the wounded and rescue the wounded and deliver disaster relief supplies.

The critically injured were evacuated by special planes and trains to 11 provinces and cities for treatment. Posts and telecommunications, railways, transportation, electric power, municipal construction and other departments ensure communications, water, electricity and transportation matters. And the most important thing is the management of diseases that will inevitably be induced by major disasters.

Wang Yan and other people from the Military and Political University did not dispatch to provide disaster relief. Their number was too small to be of much use, and their mission was to study and build the army.

And here, senior officers are everywhere, and there are a lot of division-level leaders. They are all leaders who have come from the army from various places for further training. Wang Yan, a small deputy company, is really a little shrimp here, and he has to call the leader.

Of course, this is just an exaggeration. Otherwise, if you really took three steps and saluted, what would it be like? We are all from the same school, so we are all classmates.

The real situation is that his reputation in the military is really great, and a lot of chiefs come to chat with him.

On the first day I arrived, I was called over by the dean and the political commissar. They chatted with him amiably for a while and affirmed the songs he composed, the many heroic stories of "Heroes of China", and the importance of "14th Army". level book, and I have high hopes for my future study at Military and Political University and my future creations. Then, like a giant panda, he was greeted by leaders at all levels, students, and other leaders.

Of course, Wang Yan is an easy-going person. He chats well with various leaders. Everyone speaks highly of him. There are even some military leaders who want to transfer Wang Yan to other places. However, They were all rejected by Wang Yan's words of "obey orders and obey orders".

Generally speaking, it is quite comfortable to be in the Military and Political University. But the external environment is actually not good. The earthquake rescue operation is a long-lasting work, and the Military and Political University receives news from Tangshan every day. In addition, in surrounding areas, the government also called on people to build earthquake shelters and not live in their houses, as everything was in a mess.

In September, there is another national mourning, and then memorial meetings are held across the country. Military and Political University was no exception, and a memorial ceremony was held within the college on the same day.

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

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

Generally speaking, it is no different from "14th Army". They are all the same. However, he has made changes in his writing techniques. He cannot really write two identical books. After all, he is not writing history. People want to read this. There is a large amount of information compiled by the Military Commission. It is a literary creation based on history and communicable.

Similarly, Wang Yan did not forget to take care of his chief, as well as the political commissar who had been slapping his chest in front of the chief. In November, after nearly a year, he finished writing more than 150 books. The '11th Army' worth tens of thousands of words. He sent the manuscript, along with several letters, back to Mengzi...

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

Naturally, the lead singer Fang Hongmin was also there. Lao Liao sent out a bunch of music scores without saying a word, and immediately people became familiar with it, and it was still the same process as before.

"Old Liao, is this Wang Yan writing another song?"

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

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

"No." The latter shook his head, looking equally confused, "Let's go and have a look at Fang Hongmin's place. I don't know what he wrote this time."

Of course Wang Yan wrote to them, and of course they responded. We didn't meet each other, but we were thousands of miles apart. What we said fell on paper, and many things that were difficult to say were also written down. But it is still impossible to explain clearly, but in the end, it has made a lot of breakthroughs in the scale of speaking.

Lin Dingding stood behind the two of them, listening to them talk about the letter without saying anything. Damn Wang Yan, he really didn’t write it for her.

They were not the only ones, other comrades, both men and women, were also very curious about Wang Yan's new work. After all, Wang Yan has written a total of three songs so far, "We Soldiers", "The Motherland Will Not Forget", and "My Motherland and Me", all of which are good songs that have spread all over the country and been promoted nationwide. Now there's a new song, and people are eager to know what it is.

Although there is no use knowing it in advance, and even Lao Liao hasn't composed the music yet, I still think about it.

Fang Hongmin knew that this was the case, so he quickly took out a sheet of music he had prepared and handed it to everyone. The last time he went around, he tore out three pieces of music. This time he copied one piece in advance, which was very clever.

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

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

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

"This is written for the disaster relief force..." someone said after hearing a few sentences.

What Wang Yan ‘created’ this time was ‘For Whom’ the military and civilian fish and water situation.

This song is to praise the People's Liberation Army soldiers who were not afraid of sacrifice during the 1998 flood. Now it is written to the troops who rescued Tangshan, and it does not violate peace. The same goes for the lyrics, no changes needed.

After all, major disasters are often accompanied by heavy rains. Things are not peaceful in Tangshan. It will rain heavily after the earthquake, and the ruins will be nothing more than mud. Moreover, the soldiers also carried out rescue operations at the risk of aftershocks. Various rescue missions also made them cry out their throats and scratch their hands, all with the same fearless spirit...

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