Chapter 918: Writing a Letter

The weather in Mencius is good, but it is not always sunny every day, and it rained. The art troupe's performance team returned on such an afternoon.

The sky was overcast, the rain was pouring, and the truck drove in with a "tu tu tu" sound, full of noise.

Wang Yan was in the rehearsal venue, playing "The Mark of Rain" on the piano to relax himself. Hearing the movement outside, he stopped playing, got up and opened an umbrella, opened the door of the rehearsal room, and saw the large truck parked directly at the door of the rehearsal room, and a group of people jumped off the truck with things.

Before he could go over, someone ran over, it was Old Liao: "Such a big rain, don't join in the fun, the music is arranged, let the band practice in a while, you look at it and give some opinions."

"Then I have to help move the musical instruments."

Wang Yan didn't talk nonsense, went straight to the truck, nodded to Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, pretended not to see Lin Dingding throwing flirtatious glances at him, and went to help the band move things.

Lin Dingding's fierce attack was indeed sudden, but not abrupt. After Wang Yan showed his head, Lin Dingding began to show favor. After Wang Yan published a book and carried out large-scale tours throughout the Kunming Military Region, that was really determining the boundless future.

As for the so-called cadre children, there are indeed a few small conveniences, but at this time, any cadre children are useless, and no one has the courage to make trouble. Hao Shuwen is enough to be awesome, doesn't she eat meat wolfishly? As for the more awesome Chen Can, who has no opponent in the art troupe, doesn't he also take the cans and cigarettes sent by Wang Yan with a smile?

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

Speaking of people, Wang Yan is tall and big, not bad, very durable, humorous and witty, and also enthusiastic. His reputation in the art troupe is not inferior to Liu Feng, but no one treats Wang Yan as a joke.

Speaking of talent, storytelling, songwriting, writing articles, and even publishing the book "Chinese Hero", two volumes, and there will be more.

Speaking of conditions, no father or mother, early promotion to cadre, a subsidy of more than 50 yuan a month, and all kinds of cans, cigarettes, tea, etc. when performing outside, nothing is missing.

Speaking of the future, Wang Yan is already like this, as long as he doesn't go astray, how can he be bad in the future?

Lin Dingding is also proud of her charm, but Wang Yan, such a person, doesn't look at her, which is naturally an insult to her, although Wang Yan didn't do anything. Combined with Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, her competitive spirit came up, and she was not a conservative girl relative to the vast number of women in this era, so she directly bumped into it and launched a fierce attack on Wang Yan.

She is naturally afraid of Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, otherwise she wouldn't be sneaky, wouldn't it be better to tease openly like before...

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

"No, don't you have things? Hurry up and tidy up, don't catch a cold in a while. It's uncomfortable to catch a cold in this weather. Go, I won't take big things, just do what I can."

Xiao Suizi said "Oh", and Hao Shuwen leaned over and asked: "I saw Old Liao talking to you just now?"

Wang Yan nodded: "Old Liao is anxious, planning to arrange new songs in a while, and arrange the music."

"You are not particular, you wrote new songs and didn't tell us, it was still during the performance, watching Fang Hongmin hum in the corner, everyone knew."

"It's the same sooner or later, it's better to listen to the finished product directly."

"You wrote this song better, almost the same as Singing the Motherland." Xiao Suizi said seriously, she really thought so.

It is true, "Me and My Motherland" is the same level as "Singing the Motherland" and "My Motherland". As soon as the melody rings, it can move the hearts of Chinese people, and people are always in tears, because we have become strong, looking back at the past, that is the red road paved by the hot blood of countless martyrs and their unyielding souls in blood and fire.

Wang Yan smiled modestly and melancholically: "This may be the peak of my songwriting in this life. It will probably not be as good as this in the future."

Xiao Suizi comforted: "High and low, ups and downs, isn't it normal? Don't think too much."

"Alright, hurry up and tidy up."

Waving to them with a smile, Wang Yan helped the band busy. As for the props, they obviously didn't intend to move. After all, it was such a big rain, and they were not in a hurry to take it down, so they naturally left early.

Very quickly, everyone was busy moving the musical instruments into the rehearsal room. Although exhausted, no one left. After tidying up, they prepared to start the arrangement work.

Naturally, it was because Old Liao was anxious. He was a pure person, always wanting to complete the music work he loved with high quality. This song was delayed for so long because of performing outside, and he had already thought about the arrangement but couldn't implement it as soon as possible, so he was naturally tortured and anxious.

Fang Hongmin was also eager to try on the side, he was already familiar with the score, and the lyrics were memorized, just waiting to sing.

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

Before long, a sound of drums and horns sounded in the room, followed by the melody of the melodious violin and the heavy cello, wandering in the room...

Wang Yan sat on a stool with his legs crossed, leaning against the wall, listening to the melody carefully. There are differences, everyone's ideas are different, and the understanding of music is naturally different. Old Liao's business level is hard, and his music aesthetic ability is quite outstanding, so his arrangement is naturally not wrong.

Old Liao's arrangement tone, although not as exciting and clanging as regular military music, is also bright and happy. Naturally, there is tenderness when thinking of the motherland, but more of it is thinking of the motherland's happiness. The overall emotion is not contained, but upward.

Coupled with Fang Hongmin's male middle voice, it sounds very festive and happy. This is the charm of music, and a song always has many ways to perform.

This rain has not stopped, only getting smaller and smaller, until the next day.

The music in the rehearsal room is still continuing, Wang Yan is still sitting there listening to the song.

After confirming the changes with Old Liao, he got up with the score that had been modified many times, and said to the band: "Listen well, the first bar... good, everyone mark it, come again together. Fang Hongmin?"

The latter responded: "I have no problem."

"Everyone..." Old Liao raised his hand, paused for two breaths, gasped, "Come, one two, go..."

As the voice fell, the drums and horns sounded at the same time, and then more musical instruments joined in, enriching the melody.

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

The female soldiers who were practicing dance on the side had long stopped their movements, watching the band and listening to the singing. Although they had heard it many times, the people present still felt like an electric shock, their souls trembling, and there were thousands of words in their hearts.

After the song, Old Liao let out a long breath of satisfaction, comfortable, he looked at Wang Yan: "Is it decided?"

"Decided!" Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

"Good, this song is well written. Tomorrow I will let the leaders of the Political Department come over to listen to it, and this song will be arranged for the next performance."

Ning Shan applauded, and patted Wang Yan on the shoulder, "Half a year, no songs, no articles. The leaders still care about you, asking if you are exhausted, or if you have encountered any problems in creation? I didn't expect this to be a big one, good boy, you work hard, strive to write more and better works."

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

"Alright, don't delay your rehearsal, I'm leaving, find me anytime if you have any problems."

Ning Shan walked away with his hands behind his back, humming the tune he had just heard.

After he left, the rehearsal room became lively, all praises for Wang Yan, Old Liao, Fang Hongmin, etc., but mainly concentrated on Wang Yan.

After a lively period, only a few people were left.

"Wang Yan, you are really amazing, you wrote it really well." Xiao Suizi's words had a bit of Lin Dingding's charm.

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement: "Didn't you say that yesterday? It's been rehearsing for half a day today, and it's not that you just heard it."

Hao Shuwen curled her lips: "You are redundant to praise him, you are still chattering when you hear good words."

"Then you say whether I wrote it well or not?"

"Good!" Hao Shuwen laughed.

"Then what are you chattering about." Wang Yan waved his hands helplessly, "Alright, alright, it's not the first day I know I'm amazing. I still have a long-length masterpiece that hasn't been finished. It will be even more amazing when the time comes. Hurry up, go do what you need to do."

After speaking, he walked out of the rehearsal room.

"It's about to disperse, where are you going?" Xiao Suizi asked.

"Go to the utility room, and then write a book. This time it's a big volume, and it really has to be written for a long time." Wang Yan said, turned and left.

Young people's love always wants to stick together at all times. Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi naturally want to spend more time with Wang Yan, saying all kinds of messy things, but in fact, this is not easy.

The art troupe is not idle. Although at the peak, there are more than 100,000 art troupes at all levels in the whole army, compared with the army scale of 6 million, it is still dwarfed, and there are very heavy performance tasks, each with something to do.

Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, on the days when they are not on missions, one has to rehearse with the band and also improve their business level, and the other has to follow the song and dance team, dancing from morning to night.

The time they can spend with Wang Yan is no more than an hour or two a day.

And in two days, they will go out to perform again, and in four or five days, Wang Yan will also go out for a tour again. Perhaps when they return to the regiment to rest next time, they will miss it just like three months ago. All year round, they only spend a few days together, and in those few days, only the three of them are together for a few hours.

Just like now, they have to take a shower after practicing, and then it's dinner time, which is everyone together, and it's not good to say anything, so only an hour or so after dinner, they can wander around together, chatting and laughing.

So because it was still drizzling this night, the three of them chatted in the utility room until dark. After breaking up, Wang Yan, who was about to return to the dormitory, heard Lin Dingding's call again.

"Didn't I say, let's keep a distance, what are you looking for me for? Besides, it's raining, it's easy to catch a cold, hurry back."

"Don't go, I said keep a distance, but I didn't agree. What you said later, is it caring for me?" Lin Dingding blinked her big eyes, full of deep affection. When she spoke, she grabbed Wang Yan's arm.

"Don't pull and pull, what does it look like?" Wang Yan shook off her hand gratefully, "What the hell do you want to do?"

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

"I don't want to be good with you."

"I know, you are just stubborn and dare not admit it. But it doesn't matter, you will know my good sooner or later."

Lin Dingding didn't listen to what Wang Yan said at all, just said her own words, "By the way, your new song is really good, and it will definitely spread all over the country again."

"Thank you."

"Oh, you are really boring."

"Alright, it's raining, hurry back."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I've only said a few words to you. Wang Yan, do you dislike me so much?" Lin Dingding looked like she was about to cry at any time.

Wang Yan sighed helplessly: "Didn't I tell you clearly? Why can't you understand? I'm already embarrassed enough, can you let me go and don't make me more embarrassed?"

"I knew it, you have me in your heart."

"You really misunderstood."

Lin Dingding stepped forward again, wanting to kiss Wang Yan again, but Wang Yan took a step back. She didn't give up and continued to approach.

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

"I didn't make trouble, I am serious. I am really sincere to you, don't you believe it, touch it?" While speaking, Lin Dingding grabbed Wang Yan's hand and wanted to act.

Seeing Wang Yan hurriedly let go and retreated, she laughed coquettishly, and then said, "I know, you just think I am too close to other men, right? I don't believe you don't pay attention to me at all. Don't you notice that there is no one around me?"

This is teasing a stupid boy. Wang Yan has limited times to see Lin Dingding in the past half year to the present, so where did he go to find the people she said were not around?

"What do you want to say?"

"My heart is full of you."

Lin Dingding wanted to grab Wang Yan's hand again. Although Wang Yan was hesitant and hesitant, he was finally grabbed by Lin Dingding.

Her hands are naturally very good, smooth, slender, and white. She rubbed Wang Yan's hands and said: "I know you can't make up your mind, but I am not in a hurry. I just want you to know my feelings for you, no matter when, I am waiting for you."

She was already leaning on Wang Yan, as if she had no bones, and the weight of more than 90 pounds was pressing 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 don't you push me away?"

Wang Yan wanted to shake her off along with her words, but Lin Dingding seemed to know everything, her arms tightly wrapped around Wang Yan's arm, pressing on her chest, and I don't know if she was intentional or unintentional, in short, the change in the shape of the softness on her chest had been transmitted to Wang Yan's arm. After all, it is summer, and both of them are wearing thin summer clothes.

"Hurry up and let go, what if someone sees it?"

"It's good to see, Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi will be completely dead. In this way, our good things will be done." As she spoke, she jumped up and pecked Wang Yan on the side of his face again.

Wang Yan naturally dodged, but he didn't dodge, and was still succeeded by Lin Dingding...

"Why are you like this again? Hurry up and let go."

Feeling Wang Yan increase his strength and understanding Wang Yan's impatience, Lin Dingding laughed 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 refusal words, she smiled brilliantly at Wang Yan: "I'm leaving, see you tomorrow."

After speaking, she looked at Wang Yan affectionately, turned and stepped away, her steps light.

Watching Lin Dingding leave, Wang Yan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, putting his hands in his pockets, and swayed back to the dormitory...

The next day, Lin Dingding still didn't talk to Wang Yan, but her eyes were always unspeakable, with endless ambiguity, no one knew.

When their eyes met, she always smiled brilliantly, as if she was immersed in this unknown ambiguity, enjoying the process of teasing Wang Yan.

That night, after Wang Yan had another happy braised pork meal with Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, Wang Yan, who was about to return to the dormitory, was stopped by Lin Dingding again.

"I saw it!" she said, her tone a bit heavy.

"Saw what?"

"Saw you and Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi cooking small stoves in the kitchen to eat braised pork." Lin Dingding said affirmatively, "I remember there were two times before, Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi came back very late, you were cooking small stoves in the kitchen, right?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, not denying it.

"And I also saw you go to the utility room over there, I secretly went to see it, it was full of cans, and sugar, etc. Did you give the cans to them?"

Wang Yan still nodded and said: "I gave Liu Feng and the others a can each."

Lin Dingding looked incomprehensible: "What do you think?"

"I don't lack cans. I eat and take them when performing outside, and eat meat cans as an extra meal every day. I can't eat so many when I bring them back. If I sell them when I go out, I can't find a place.

Besides, this is military goods, it's easy to have trouble if it flows out, so I gave it to them. Don't look at me with this look, they didn't take advantage of me, whether it's eating cans or braised pork, they all paid."

"Bah, they are the same as me, they haven't been promoted to cadre yet, and they have a subsidy of 27.5 yuan a month. How much money can they give you?"

Wang Yan smiled without saying a word.

"You know I'm not asking about these."

"I know." Wang Yan nodded and said, "But I told you last night, I don't know either. If everything is clear, why did King You of Zhou play with the princes with beacon fires, why did King Zhou of Shang love Daji, and why did Xiang Yu of Western Chu bid farewell to his concubine? Instead, I want to ask you, what do you think."

"That's what I think." Lin Dingding stepped forward and looked at Wang Yan with her head up.

Wang Yan took a step back, shaking his head: "I really don't know what to do, don't join in the fun."

"What if I have to join?"

"You want to be a concubine?"

"Bah~" Lin Dingding slapped Wang Yan coquettishly.

"So, we'd better keep a safe distance. You know Hao Shuwen has a bad temper, right? Xiao Suizi is actually soft on the outside and hard on the inside. I can be sure that before you scratch me, you have to be beaten hard first."

"Cut, isn't it just having a father who is a Corps Commander..."

Lin Dingding said it didn't matter, but the fear inside could not be covered up.

"Am I good-looking?" she asked.

"Good-looking."

"Not worse than Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi, right?"

"Each has its own merits."

"Then why can't you be so good to me?"

"Why bother? Officer Wu, Doctor Zhang and the others have good conditions, and many of the Zhu Ke group are cadre children. You say why do you want to embarrass me, an orphan?"

"Actually, I noticed you a long time ago. When you had a scandal with Hao Shuwen before, I said, whoever marries you is half a son-in-law. I didn't feel anything before, but since you showed your talent, wrote songs, told stories, wrote articles, one person can support a performance of thousands of people, and speak for such a long time, making soldiers happy, I feel you are a person worth entrusting for life."

"Can you stop embarrassing me?" Wang Yan pushed away Lin Dingding, who was getting closer and closer, "I really don't know what to do, you are not good like this, really."

"Then what is good?"

Lin Dingding suddenly stepped forward and kissed Wang Yan on the side of his face, "Is this good?"

Wang Yan seemed to be stunned, stunned for a moment, he hurriedly took a step back: "Comrade Lin Dingding, you are really not good like this, you should really go to the reading room to read books about hygiene. Let's pretend that nothing happened today, and keep a distance in the future. It's not early, hurry back, isn't there a performance tomorrow? Get a good rest."

After speaking, he didn't care about Lin Dingding's expression, turned and walked out of the corner, back to the dormitory...

Lin Dingding's expression? She was naturally holding the winning ticket. She looked at Wang Yan, who seemed to be fleeing in a panic, and smiled.

Of course, it was indeed so. Her behavior was beyond the era, bold, and exciting. Young people in this era really haven't reached this level. So her bold move was no less than the power of a nuclear bomb, and really few men could hold it. Whoever is at the age of thinking about spring, comes a beautiful woman, and kisses her, no one can handle it, and can't take the move at all.

Who is Wang Yan? He is a serious big hooligan...

It's just that his leisure heart came up, and he planned to play with Lin Dingding, find some fun, and enrich his life. Although Lin Dingding bullied and squeezed out He Xiaoping, framed Liu Feng, and fished for men, who can say that Lin Dingding is not a good girl? She just didn't meet the right person.

The next day, after breakfast, after being busy for a long time, Wang Yan waved at the truck with a smile, seeing off the art troupe comrades who were about to set off for performance.

On the truck, Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi responded with reluctance. Lin Dingding was also responding. She looked at Wang Yan's dodging eyes looking at her and not looking at her, and smiled more and more wantonly. There were only three words in her eyes: "Wait for me"...

After sending away the art troupe, Wang Yan carried his hands and swayed to the empty rehearsal room. In the next few days, this place was his.

He occasionally practiced musical instruments, and when he was tired, he wrote books here. It is obviously not an easy task to finish a corps. Wang Yan recorded a large amount of information, and he didn't even know many things. Of course, the focus was different, and his understanding of these was limited before.

He silently estimated that according to his idea, he had to write clearly about military history, and he had to pull out the outstanding heroic figures in the team to highlight them, and write according to the timeline from the beginning to the present. A book of 1.5 million words or more is a real big volume.

But Wang Yan didn't give up, he was still writing, because he really had nothing to do, and his energy was abundant. If he was engaged in literature and art, he should do it well.

Now he certainly can't be called a great writer, although he has published books, but it is just a collection of a pile of articles. Although he wrote very well, the homogeneity of the content of the articles cannot be ruled out.

But the military history he wants to write is different. It has history, speculation, and literary quality, and it is a long-length masterpiece. This is a work that can determine his status in the literary world in one fell swoop.

The future literary giant is working quietly... ===== CHAPTER 919 =====

How are you doing? You should be fine. I think you must be very pleasantly surprised to receive my letter, and you'll probably curse me for being a "son of a bitch." This is the reason why I refused when Sui Zi asked me to write letters back then, but now I am writing to you all. I want to give you an even bigger surprise, while I alone suffer the bitterness of this longing...

"Name withheld."

"Sui Zi, hello.

I am in the 14th Army... I just miss you quite a bit.

You love eating canned beef, so I requested some more... and put them in the storage room. You aren't actually fat; sometimes you shouldn't fully believe what the squad leader says. You must eat well.

When we parted, you looked like you were about to cry. That's not good; you should be happy. Long-term separation makes our longing grow deeper and our bond thicker. You are a girl who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside, always suppressing your thoughts and being sentimental—I understand all of that. Do you understand? What I mean is, you must be happy.

How are you doing... You must be very pleasantly surprised. Back then, you asked me to write, and I refused. I saw your disappointment, but now? I think you must be very pleasantly surprised, very taken aback. Yes, remember this feeling; you must be happy.

I want to make you all happy, while I alone suffer the bitterness of this longing.

Name withheld."

Wang Yan wrote two letters. In them, his words were a bit more straightforward. Most importantly, he did not mention the "pure revolutionary friendship" that was always on his lips, and of course, there was also "you all."

What a person who really deserves to be shot...

Returning more than three months later, it was still bad timing. He didn't run into Hao Shuwen or Xiao Sui Zi; they had gone out for performances again. Because of the holiday, even though it was already past the holiday, they still had to serve the soldiers well.

Over the past half year, Wang Yan's writing had never stopped. It was also at this time that he finally finished a book titled "14th Army," which was over 1.6 million characters long.

This time, there were no two carbon copies; there was only one manuscript. Taking advantage of this break, he organized it once and sent it to People's Literature via the post office.

Then he set off once again, continuing his performances...