Chapter 912: The Motherland Will Not Forget

Accompanied by the sounding of the lights-out bugle, Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi entered the dormitory.

"Where have you two been? If you didn't come back, we were going to find the squad leader." Seeing the two of them return, Zhuoma greeted them.

"We weren't feeling well, so we walked around outside to get some air." Hao Shuwen replied; this was an excuse the two of them had thought of casually.

Having already figured things out, they knew their late return and Wang Yan's late return couldn't be hidden; one only had to ask around to find out. Fortunately, Wang Yan was one person, and they were two, which ruled out many messy, improper thoughts for many people. Although it really couldn't be ruled out, Hao Shuwen's father was a big shot, and everyone knew what kind of person Xiao Suizi was, unless the world had gone mad.

Hao Shuwen dealt with it and changed the subject, not giving others a chance to talk nonsense.

"Lin Dingding, didn't Wang Yan send you canned food today?"

This topic change was quite on point. In the darkness, under the moonlight, Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi exchanged glances and revealed knowing smiles.

Sure enough, Little Xiao Balei laughed: "Lin Dingding, you weren't having a secret meeting with Wang Yan outside tonight, were you?"

Lin Dingding shook her head: "Don't talk nonsense, there's no such thing, it doesn't sound good if it spreads."

"Yo, you're afraid of it spreading? What about Officer Wu and Doctor Zhang? Everyone knows. And Liu Feng, he's our troupe's pacesetter, and he's also spinning around you."

"Look at what you're saying, your awareness is too low. In Wang Yan's words, that's a pure revolutionary friendship; everyone is just taking care of me. Hurry up and put away your dirty thoughts."

Xiao Suizi tidied up her things in the dark, fiddling with hot water to soak her feet, and asked: "Dingding, what do you feel about Wang Yan?"

"Didn't I tell you all before? Wang Yan is a good person. Look, he's pleasant to look at, tall and sturdy, can write articles, can tell stories, and can write songs. He performed so well this time, the troupe will definitely promote him; he has a bright future. Oh, as for me, I said before, Wang Yan has no parents or relatives, so he's more than half a son-in-law who moves in.

It's just that without parents or relatives to help, he might be a bit tight on money, and there's probably no hope for a watch, bicycle, or radio. If you borrow money, you have to pay it back later, so there's not much need. Anyway, he has a future, and he definitely won't lack anything later. Whoever marries him will definitely have a better and better life.

In general, in our troupe, if you remove those cadre children, his conditions are among the best. Hao Shuwen, Suizi, you two are quite close to Wang Yan, do you really have no thoughts at all?"

Zhuoma curled her lips: "You're saying too much. He's sending you canned food and having secret meetings with you; what do you want our dormitory head and Little Suizi to say?"

"Hey, Zhuoma is right, you're just saying too much, are you trying to stir up trouble?" Little Xiao Balei took over the conversation and said so.

"I'm just asking. I even persuaded them both before, and I didn't expect him to send me canned food either." Lin Dingding looked aggrieved.

But Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi both noticed that Lin Dingding didn't use the terms "he" or "Wang Yan," but in the context, she pointed to Wang Yan...

Hao Shuwen rubbed her feet back and forth and laughed: "I'm telling you, Lin Dingding, don't be too happy. You have a group of men surrounding you all day; ordinary people can't stand this, you're just too attractive to men."

"I can't help it. Everyone is a comrade-in-arms in the same troupe. If people take care of me, I can't scold them, can I?"

Lin Dingding's affected tone made Xiao Suizi's whole body numb, and she said unhappily: "Can you speak properly? What are you acting like?"

"I have goosebumps all over." Hao Shuwen rubbed her arms back and forth.

"Don't say that there are few male comrades who take care of you..." Lin Dingding laughed.

"Where? Our dormitory head doesn't lack anything either, it's just that the threshold of her family is too high, making the male comrades in our troupe shrink back," Little Xiao Balei said a realistic word, which was recognized by everyone.

Just a moment ago they were chatting about Wang Yan, and in the blink of an eye, they were chatting about cadre children...

When Wang Yan returned to the dormitory, everyone hadn't slept yet, but they had just packed their things and were lying in their quilts.

"Why are you back so late?" Liu Feng still cared about his comrade-in-arms.

"I went out for a tour, and I had some thoughts in my head, thinking about writing another song. I held it in for a long time, but didn't squeeze out a single word."

Guan Dongming laughed: "I heard that those powerful people write lyrics and compose music in one go. Why is it so difficult for you?"

"Shut your mouth. If you can do it, you go. Wang Yan at least wrote a song, and the instructor said it was good, and it was promoted nationwide. Just you understand, huh?"

It was Chen Can who spoke. Everyone was ignoring the previous conflicts; Chen Can and Zhu Ke were the same, they had adapted very well, and occasionally would crack jokes with Wang Yan. Perhaps they were holding back evil intentions; after all, know yourself and know your enemy. Anyone who was beaten up would hold a grudge.

Wang Yan knew these things very well, but he didn't care; he just wanted to see what they could stir up.

"Dongming is right, there are indeed such people. But people are different. My level is poor, I don't have deep accumulation, I just luckily wrote a song, how can I compare with those masters."

As he spoke, he was also soaking his feet with hot water, lit a cigarette, and chatted with everyone, glossing over the late return, and after tidying up, he went to sleep...

The next morning, in the Art Troupe's auditorium, hundreds of eyes were watching the stage. Wang Yan stood straight, with Political Commissar Ning Shan and relevant leaders from the Political Department on the side.

"Comrade Wang Yan has successfully completed the 14th Army tour mission..."

Yes, this was a commendation meeting for Wang Yan, using concise and succinct words to express recognition and affirmation of Wang Yan's work in writing songs, writing articles, publishing articles, and touring to tell stories. At the same time, it was announced that Wang Yan had passed the inspection period for joining the Party and successfully joined, and was promoted to the rank of platoon leader as an exception.

They encouraged Wang Yan to create more excellent works, to make persistent efforts, to strive to enrich the spiritual and entertainment life of the vast number of front-line officers and soldiers, and called on all comrades in the Art Troupe to learn from Comrade Wang Yan.

After a series of ceremonies, the team disbanded to do their own things. Wang Yan followed the Political Commissar and other troupe leaders to send off the leaders of the Political Department.

Wang Yan walked back with Ning Shan.

"Your performance this time was very successful. Troupe leaders from all over have reported upward, saying you spoke well. Although many were martyrs, there was no excessive sadness, the content was interesting and profound, and they hope you will go again; many soldiers haven't heard it. It just so happens that it will be the New Year in more than a month, and you are familiar with all the places, so the chief instructed that you go through it again before the New Year, so that the soldiers can have a happy New Year. Leave tomorrow."

"Yes!" Wang Yan responded crisply. This was what he did; the soldiers liked it, and he was naturally happy too. Just obey orders and listen to commands.

"Oh, by the way." Ning Shan had a smile on his face, "The chief has already finished reading your forty-odd thousand words of manuscript, saying it can be published, and asked you to write more and better works. He also said you know so many martyrs, many of whom even he didn't know."

"Whoa, it's only been two days, right? The chief is quite free."

"How are you talking?" Ning Shan glared at Wang Yan, "I heard you went to the kitchen to open a small stove yesterday?"

"Old Zhang is not righteous, it was in vain that I worried and ran around for his wife and children." Old Zhang was the quartermaster, named Zhang Songjiang, also a Northeasterner, chubby. As a logistics leader in charge of food and accommodation, not being fat would be a disservice to this position.

"Stop it. Old Zhang reported it to me, after all, the influence is not good. You pay attention, if it becomes the talk of the whole troupe, I won't be able to avoid punishing you."

"Political Commissar, what a good person, definitely just letting me write a self-criticism."

"Self-criticism? Must be a demerit!" Ning Shan threatened Wang Yan, but seeing the latter smiling and not caring at all, he shook his head and laughed, and asked curiously, "It wasn't opening a small stove by yourself, was it with the female comrades in our troupe?"

"That, Political Commissar, I'll go back and prepare, I'll go first." Wang Yan waved his hand and turned to run away; the old guy was quite curious.

Ning Shan shook his head with amusement, carrying his hands behind his back, wandering and humming "We Soldiers" as he left. This was a great general under his command; every time he went out to wander, the achievements of his direct leader would thicken by a point, and they all had a bright future...

Returning to the rehearsal room, the people preparing for warm-ups gathered around to congratulate Comrade Wang Yan on his progress.

"Congratulations, Wang Yan, promoted directly to platoon leader, and you're still so young, the future is limitless." Lin Dingding stood in front, speaking to Wang Yan in a sweet voice.

Wang Yan waved his hands repeatedly: "Comrade Lin Dingding, I must criticize you. We are here to serve the vast number of soldiers, and even more to serve the people. Regardless of whether we are promoted or what the treatment is, the Party and the country have never let us go hungry.

Regardless of anything, we must do our own job well; where is there any talk of a future or no future? As the saying goes, 'The silkworm will only die when its silk is exhausted, the candle will only turn to ashes when its tears dry,' I just want to serve the soldiers and the people for my whole life."

"Well said!" Liu Feng applauded.

Others also sent applause to Wang Yan; there was no way, these words had reached the end.

"Yes, yes, my awareness was low. Everyone, we must all learn from Comrade Wang Yan's spirit of dedication in the future." Lin Dingding's eyes flowed, full of admiration, with a hint of charm.

Seeing Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi feel nauseous, seeing Liu Feng feel jealous, seeing other comrades clamor, it looked like they were about to start a commotion.

Wang Yan smiled at Lin Dingding, waved his hand, and greeted: "Alright, alright, I've already felt the congratulations from the comrades, let's disperse. Don't say now that I'm a platoon leader; even if I were given the treatment of a division commander, if I can't play the suona well, I still can't play it well, I still have to practice."

Once these words came out, there was a roar of laughter. Making fun of one's own shortcomings always makes people laugh.

The crowd dispersed to warm up and prepare. Wang Yan went to get the suona and other things and left, going to his storage room again.

"Wang Yan runs out to practice by himself every day, it looks quite pitiful." Lin Dingding watched Wang Yan walk away and spoke to the people around her.

"What's pitiful about him? He's the most free. No one manages him; he practices when he's happy, and wanders around when he's not happy. How good. Now he's promoted, he can tell stories, and every time he goes out and comes back, he brings back a lot of good things. How nourishing."

"What do you know? People need friends, not to mention Wang Yan has no father or mother. Our troupe is his home, and we comrades are his relatives and friends. But he's always by himself, how lonely."

Lin Dingding's words made Xiao Suizi on the side look sideways, exclaiming that she had learned something. She understood that Lin Dingding's intention was to build momentum for herself and let the rumors between her and Wang Yan spread. But she had to admit that what Lin Dingding said was really beautiful; no wonder so many men revolved around her...

"Wang Yan, you must be careful. I'm telling you, Lin Dingding is too calculating."

In the storage room, after telling everything from last night to this morning, Xiao Suizi looked like "I'm doing this for your own good," persuading Wang Yan not to fall into Lin Dingding's gentle trap.

"I'm afraid I can't hold on..."

"You have to hold on even if you can't." Hao Shuwen slapped him, thought for a moment, and said, "Listening to Suizi, Lin Dingding is about to discover your secret base. Are you considering moving your base? I'm telling you, if she really finds you, you'll have it coming."

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement: "Although our troupe's place isn't small, it's not that big either. If she really wants to find it, where is there a place she can't find? Otherwise, how did you two wander over? Lin Dingding is just a beautiful female comrade, not some wolf, insect, tiger, leopard, monster, or demon. Why should I hide from her?"

"You're right, anyway, be careful. Suizi is right, she's too calculating, it's better to stay away."

Hao Shuwen's eyes flickered, she nodded and agreed with Wang Yan's words, then took some money out of her pocket and handed it to Wang Yan, "Here, this is all the money I have, and there are some tickets I don't use."

"This is mine, I took fifty for you, and I kept ten." Xiao Suizi also took out money and other tickets from her pocket.

"Then I won't be polite." Wang Yan smiled and took them, put them together, and counted them properly.

"Hey, when are we going to eat meat next time?"

"It's only been one night..."

"Really interesting, who would complain about too much meat." Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes.

"Don't I have canned food? You two can eat as much as you want. If you want to open a small stove again, it'll have to be after the New Year."

Xiao Suizi asked curiously: "Why?"

"I'm going out for a performance tomorrow, still going through the 14th Army, performing for the other half of the soldiers who haven't heard it. Won't it be the New Year when I come back after another trip? Aren't the few pigs raised in our troupe waiting for the New Year? It can only be after the New Year."

"Going again?" There was a hint of disappointment in Xiao Suizi's tone.

"Isn't this our position? I'm a one-man show, and our performance mission is so heavy, we definitely have to run around more. I guess it will be the norm in the future, and the time spent in the troupe will be limited. Hey, there's really no way, mainly because I'm too excellent. I say your expressions don't look very good, as if I died."

"Get out, get out, get out, it would be best if I never see you again in this life. I'm afraid my money will be eaten by you, you give me back the money first, and I'll give it to you when the time comes." Hao Shuwen looked unhappy.

"It's already in my hands, and you still want it back? You wish. Giving me the money first and eating later is the same. Besides, can't I exchange so many meat cans for money? It's cheap for you, and you're still not satisfied."

Wang Yan waved his hand, looking quite free-spirited, "Alright, hurry back. How did Lin Dingding discover this place? She followed behind you two. When the time comes, you say I have things here, should I give them to her? If I don't, everyone who sees it gets a share; if I do, then I really sent her things, and you two even witnessed it for her. It's my fault for being too attractive to female comrades. Comrade Lin Dingding, who is so attractive, was fascinated by me, really..."

"Go to hell... Let's go, Suizi, showing off all day long."

"Let's go, I'll see you off tomorrow." Xiao Suizi's eyes also flowed, sparkling and pitiful, as if she had inherited Lin Dingding's true teachings...

Wang Yan watched the two leave with a smile. Although this era wasn't exactly slow, once separated, it was always difficult to get immediate contact. It seems that distance really produced beauty in this era, making feelings stronger; this was the romance of the era. After all, decades later, it would be very different, and distance would easily produce who knows how many little green hats.

The next day, the news of Wang Yan's departure was widely known; naturally, it was said by the people in the dormitory. Everyone cared about Wang Yan and sent a few words of advice. After all, going for more than a month was really not a short time. So when eating that day, it was exceptionally noisy.

After breakfast, under the farewell of Hao Shuwen, Xiao Suizi, and... Lin Dingding, Liu Feng, and others, Wang Yan was still in that marching attire, still in that military truck, still with that driver and assistant who couldn't close their mouths from smiling, and Wang Yan started his 14th Army tour path once again.

On the last tour, after passing through several regiments, Wang Yan received a very warm welcome when he went to unfamiliar regiments. That was the fame spreading, and the clamor of giving face in doubt. But when Wang Yan left, it was all sincere farewells.

Now, walking the same road again, although most of the faces were new, with only a few familiar faces, after a month and a half, Wang Yan received sincere welcomes.

"Comrades-in-arms, I am Wang Yan, I salute you. Although many comrades are new faces, I believe everyone knows my personal situation, so I won't waste time introducing myself, and will go straight to the point. Who can tell me, who was the person I told the brothers about last time?"

"Lü Xuemin!"

"Good, last time I talked about Lü Xuemin, everyone should have known the general idea from the comrades who heard it, so I won't say much. Today, I will tell the brothers about an anti-Japanese hero during the Eighth Route Army period, the commander of the New 1st Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army, Ding Silin. You may not know much about the establishment and reasons for our army's units during the War of Resistance Against Japan, so I will straighten it out for you from the beginning. Back then..."

Although the soldiers had been taught to read, their cultural knowledge was generally lacking, and they didn't know much about these things. This was what Wang Yan must say when telling stories. Including talking about the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, it was also from the general environment, talking about the participating units, then tracing the origin and past of the participating units, the resumes of some commanders, etc. It was never just talking about one person, but to let the soldiers have a comprehensive understanding of strategy, tactics, and methods, just focusing on highlighting the heroes of local battles.

This was also the reason why the soldiers loved to listen—broadening their horizons and increasing their knowledge. Not to mention the soldiers, even the regiment leaders were listening intently; there were many things they didn't know either.

Of course, Wang Yan wouldn't just talk about these. After all, this kind of big environment could only be talked about once, but a local battle had many heroes. So in order to be full, he would also mix in many others, such as talking about the commanders on the opposite side.

Just pick a soldier's name and put it on the foreign devil killed by the battle hero, highlight the contest between the two, the local tension and excitement, etc. He could even discuss with everyone how the battle hero killed the enemy, and by the way, talk about the use of bayonets and the methods of killing enemies with bare hands. If it didn't work, he could spar with the soldiers; these were all small things.

The themes were two: one was happiness, and the other was passing on thoughts. The latter was even more important; after all, there was no program in the Art Troupe that was given for free, and all had purposes. The root of his popularity and affirmation by leaders was that he passed on thoughts happily and not boringly, and it indeed had substance.

With this ability, ordinary people couldn't do it, and second-rate people couldn't do it well either. It required deep accumulation, broad knowledge, a witty mind, and a nimble tongue. These were all accumulated through Wang Yan's own bitter study under the care of his "living father," and he dared not forget his "living father"...

Wang Yan walked from place to place like this, bringing brand-new different experiences to himself, bringing happiness to the boring frontier officers and soldiers, bringing achievements to the leaders, and bringing satisfaction to higher leaders...

Of course, he didn't forget his mission. The chief of the Political Department had said, let him continue to create more and better works. So on the basis of reading forty-odd thousand words in two days, even if he didn't finish reading forty-odd thousand words, just reading half of it was enough to explain the problem. Wang Yan had reason to believe that the chief was addicted to reading, so he asked him to write quickly, waiting to read it.

So he was still writing articles. This was real creation; he really didn't copy.

But he finally "created" another masterpiece after "We Soldiers"...

On the plateau, in a certain regiment's station, the morning sun was warm, and the wind was cold. Wang Yan was wearing winter clothes inside, and a military overcoat that was still fashionable decades later outside, with a winter hat on his head. Because the straps weren't tied tightly, the two parts protecting his ears and cheeks were like small wings, fluttering.

After the cheers of a group of soldiers with their hands in their sleeves and red, cracked, rough faces ended, Wang Yan held the microphone shamelessly and said loudly: "Last time I came to our regiment and finished the story, what I sang to everyone was 'We Soldiers' that I 'created,' including before coming to our regiment, this performance of mine, what I sang to comrades in other regiments was the same. But today, I will sing a different one to everyone.

Previously, I spent a month and a half walking through our 14th Army, and at that time I had some thoughts, but I couldn't write them out. This time I will walk through it again, and the journey is currently half over, and the thoughts in my heart have finally been written out. It is precisely because of our People's Liberation Army, and even more because of the hardships of our frontier defense troops like our 14th Army who guard the frontier in obscurity.

The loneliness of comrades-in-arms, many people don't know and don't understand. The hardship of comrades-in-arms, people don't know and don't understand. The dedication of comrades-in-arms to our motherland China, people also don't know and don't understand. But all this, our motherland will not forget, our great new China will not forget.

Will not forget the sweat, blood, injuries, and the youthful years paid by comrades-in-arms. Precisely because of this, I wrote such a song, its name is 'The Motherland Will Not Forget.' This song is dedicated to our vast number of People's Liberation Army comrades, to our 14th Army comrades, to our... regiment's comrades."

The next moment, Wang Yan looked at the young but weathered faces and sang loudly and passionately.

"In the vast sea of people, which one am I."

"I melt my youth into the motherland's rivers, the mountains know me, the rivers know me."

"The motherland will not forget, will not forget me..."

Up to now, Wang Yan had been singing songs intermittently for two months. On the basis of retaining emotion, his singing had added a bit of technique. Plus, he knew how to vocalize, his voice was loud, his pronunciation was clear, and a song with a slightly sad background was sung by him with great vigor, with a lot of iron-blooded meaning.

This song also had a simple melody and easy-to-remember lyrics. By the time Wang Yan sang the second verse, the soldiers were already singing along. By the time he sang the second time at the strong request of the soldiers, it was already a chorus.

In the mountain hollow of the plateau, under the scorching sun, with the earth as support, the snow-capped mountains as background, and the strong wind as accompaniment, the soldiers guarding the frontier sang loudly, singing about their dedication, and singing even more about their youthful years filled with blood and sweat in obscurity. They sang very happily and very loudly, because the motherland would not forget them...

The Art Troupe's mission was very heavy, especially now that it was the end of the year, Wang Yan had to run through the 14th Army again, not to mention others, so the Art Troupe's schedule had been particularly dense recently, and they were also not free.

This day, they rarely returned to the Mencius station to rest. Old Liao, with dark circles under his eyes and unsteady steps, came to the rehearsal venue. Now there was no rehearsal, just everyone resting, practicing basic skills, and maintaining their state. And the current people were not all there; they were all divided into groups to perform.

Old Liao found the band that returned only yesterday, gave everyone a piece of paper, and found Fang Hongmin: "A new song written by Wang Yan, sent to me by someone two days ago. The music is arranged, let's try to finish it in one day today, and perform it directly next time we go out."

Fang Hongmin admired Wang Yan quite a bit; after all, he sang Wang Yan's "We Soldiers," and even went to the General Political Department's Song and Dance Troupe to record it for nationwide promotion. In fact, in front of the people of the whole country, the person people knew most was Fang Hongmin, while there was much less attention on Wang Yan. As for Old Liao, that was basically equal to none. He became popular in front of the people of the whole country, and the benefits were endless.

He took the paper happily and laughed: "Last time I asked, he said he was holding it in, and he wrote it after being out for more than half a month?"

"Normal, look at the lyrics he wrote, they are all felt from the heart." Old Liao naturally admired Wang Yan too; this was also his achievement.

After the two exchanged briefly, Fang Hongmin ran to a corner to hum and familiarize himself with the song. Old Liao was also conducting the band, and the music began to play. The group of people who were laughing and talking over there also noticed the situation and asked Hao Shuwen, who had put down her accordion and came over without disturbing the ensemble.

Lin Dingding wondered: "This piece is new, right?"

Hao Shuwen glanced at her and nodded with a smile: "Wang Yan's new song, Old Liao is arranging it."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Xiao Suizi said in surprise: "He wrote another song? Didn't he say it would take a while?"

"Old Liao said Wang Yan felt it from the heart. I just looked at the lyrics, and it's indeed like that. It's written for our frontier soldiers, called 'The Motherland Will Not Forget.' You'll know when you listen to it in a while."

Lin Dingding laughed: "Wang Yan is really amazing, four months, right? Wrote two songs. It's really that he's not in the troupe, and we can still hear his news."

Someone asked: "Dingding, didn't Wang Yan write you a letter?"

"Oh my, why are you so annoying? How many times have I said, there's nothing between us. You also said he's good with Hao Shuwen and Suizi, but that's not true either. There's no such thing, can you let me go? Besides, his schedule is so tight, and he can't receive letters, so what's the point."

Fortunately, Liu Feng wasn't here. In fact, when Liu Feng was there, they wouldn't discuss it like this. But unfortunately, Liu Feng had already sensed some things, but he hadn't told Wang Yan yet.

Xiao Suizi curled her lips secretly and went to Fang Hongmin's side to look at the lyrics. She recognized Wang Yan's handwriting, which was bold and atmospheric. What Fang Hongmin held wasn't Wang Yan's manuscript; it should be with Old Liao.

She read the lyrics once and was moved by Wang Yan's talent and feelings.

She was a female writer, a literary young woman, although she wasn't yet, but her feelings were quite rich, and she was quite sensitive to words.

It wasn't just her who looked. After she came over, Lin Dingding and others also followed to surround them, annoying Fang Hongmin to death, but there was no way, he could only let a group of female comrades pass it around and read it, and then it stopped.

"Written really well, Wang Yan is really amazing, really talented." Lin Dingding expressed her affirmation to Wang Yan straightforwardly.

"Indeed, one song is luck, then two songs is strength. Just looking at the lyrics, you know this song won't be bad."

Xiao Suizi on the side had already returned, with her long legs on the pole doing splits, but she heard Hao Shuwen, who was standing against the wall and swaying her body, sighing.

"What are you sighing about?"

"Thinking... hmm..." Hao Shuwen reorganized her language, "Isn't it because I heard his news? Whenever I think of him, I think of the braised pork we ate that day, thinking of that taste, oh my..."

"Now that you mention it, I'm craving it too..."

They looked at each other and sighed in unison, full of longing for that pot of braised pork in the night.

"Let's go eat canned food in a while, at least it will satisfy our craving."

"Is it bad? Leave him a few cans."

"What's bad about it? Eat it hard. He brought back more this time than last time, why are you saving it for him? And let him really send it to Lin Dingding."

Xiao Suizi shook her head with amusement, watching Lin Dingding talking about Wang Yan with all kinds of affectation... ===== CHAPTER 913 =====