Chapter 937: A Battle Paved a Road to the Blue Clouds

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"I don't know it's you, you bastard?" Hao Shuwen cursed at the phone, "Why didn't you tell me in advance when you went to fight a war? Do you know how worried I was about you? Why didn't the Vietnamese monkeys kill you, you damn bastard."

"If they really killed me, you would have to take time to run over here to burn paper, which wouldn't be cost-effective." Wang Yan laughed loudly.

"Get lost, get lost, didn't get injured, right?"

"Everything is fine, you don't need to worry. That's it, hanging up, the phone bill is quite expensive. Reporting safety to you, just know that I'm still alive and kicking. There should be a commendation meeting in a while, I'm going to Beijing, and we'll see each other then. I'll write you a long, long letter tomorrow."

"You still care about the phone bill? Just say it if you don't want to chat with me."

"Where and where, I'm at the post office, there are comrades queuing behind, can't delay them."

"Alright then, that's it, wait for you to come to Beijing, see how I deal with you."

Hao Shuwen hung up the phone crisply, Wang Yan smiled apologetically at the people behind, and called Xiao Suizi again.

"Are you okay?" Suizi's voice had a crying tone.

"I'm fine, I'm the undefeated champion of the Kunming Military Region, what are the Vietnamese monkeys? Worried? Don't talk about going to the battlefield, it's just afraid you'll let your imagination run wild and scare yourselves."

"Then you should have given us a message even if you died; this is good, no movement at all. It was Shuwen who asked her father, saying you became an acting company commander and made great merits..."

"If you didn't know, you would have thought I went to perform for the rear, and wouldn't have thought wildly even if there was no movement for a month. By the time you knew, I had already returned safely."

"What if you couldn't return?"

"Don't worry about things that haven't definitely happened, scare yourselves. Look, aren't I fine, standing here alive, without any influence. I'm going to buy some things in a while, and eat at Liu Feng's house tonight. There will definitely be a commendation meeting in a while, and we'll see each other then. I'm at the post office now, there are quite a few people waiting to call, so I'll hang up first, I'll write you a letter tomorrow."

"Good."

Xiao Suizi didn't pester him to say more, and hung up the phone.

Wang Yan turned his head again, showing an apologetic smile, and called Lin Dingding.

"I miss you so much~" Her opening was enthusiastic, bold, and direct.

"Let you worry."

"Actually, I wasn't very worried. I believe in you; I know you must be able to do it. I heard from Hao Shuwen that you made a lot of merits, so I knew you were the best at everything you did."

"Thank you."

"You still have reservations about me, but it doesn't matter. I think you should know that I am the one who loves you the most." Lin Dingding turned to say, "You don't know yet, Chen Can and Zhu Ke were both admitted to Renmin University last year. Chen Can looked for Xiao Suizi before, but Xiao Suizi didn't give him a good face."

Mentioning it casually, Lin Dingding didn't wait for Wang Yan to reply, and continued to ask, "You made so many merits, are you coming to Beijing to accept commendation?"

"Yes, but the time hasn't been set yet. Alright, stop talking, I'm at the post office, there are many comrades queuing behind, hanging up."

"I will always miss you~"

*Click*, this time it was really finished.

Lin Dingding was still so understanding, as for the problem of Chen Can she mentioned, where was that a problem? Chen Can's father was a high-ranking official, and Wang Yan actually knew him long ago, and even appreciated him quite a bit. This also showed that Chen Can was sensible, or that this leader was upright, so Chen Can didn't dare to speak at all.

However, cadre children have the benefits of cadre children. Hao Shuwen's father knew Wang Yan's situation before the war, not to mention Chen Can's father was a participant, and Chen Can must also be clear about Wang Yan's brilliant combat record, and it is estimated that he was so scared he couldn't sleep.

Wang Yan went to settle the phone bill. At this time, someone asked: "Comrade Liberation Army, just heard you on the phone, are you just back from the battlefield?"

There were many people in the post office, and it was very noisy. It was hard not to speak loudly when calling. Wang Yan heard someone on the side saying they remitted money home, asking their mother to go to the provincial capital to see a doctor.

"Yes, just returned to Mencius, pay more attention to the newspapers later, you should be able to see my photo."

Sometimes, there are always some pleasant coincidences. Wang Yan pointed to a set of "14th Army" that the man was holding, and said, "I wrote this book, thank you for your support."

"Are you Wang Yan?" The man reacted and wondered, "Aren't you from the Art Troupe? How did you make merits on the battlefield?"

"Volunteered. Hey, don't think I'm bragging to you. Whether I'm the real Wang Yan, whether I really went to the battlefield, you'll know later."

"That's true." The man nodded in agreement, and after a slight hesitation, he asked, "Comrade Wang Yan, can you trouble you to sign this book for me and write a message?"

"No problem." Wang Yan agreed with a smile, took out a fountain pen from his pocket, asked for the man's name, and wrote different words in each book.

In fact, Wang Yan had already signed many names and written many messages. During the year he studied at the Military and Political University, he was invited to the publishing house and accepted an interview. At that time, a batch of reprinted books was to be sent to various places, so he took the initiative to write signatures and messages on the title page, which was a surprise for the readers.

Seeing Wang Yan writing vigorous characters on the title page, this comrade had confirmed Wang Yan's identity. He had seen others buy books with signatures, and had a deep memory of Wang Yan's handwriting.

He asked: "Comrade Wang Yan, this time the 11th Army and 14th Army are both participating units. Do you have any plans to continue this battle? Add it to these two books?"

"No, this time I will write a book about this battle alone, and write all the participating units into it. I have already asked the higher-ups, and I will go to various units to understand the situation in the second half of the year. The title of the book has been thought of, just call it 'Style of Blood-Stained', and I also wrote a song of the same name, which is being arranged, and Fang Hongmin will sing it. It should be heard on the radio this month."

"In addition, I have another book about our border defense soldiers, called 'Youth Plateau'. If there are no accidents, it should be published by the end of this year. You can take a look then."

Wang Yan said while writing, and said quite a lot. He knew that being able to know this news in advance was a good thing for this comrade who seemed to have a pretty good life. After going back, he could brag to others, which was a wonderful feeling.

After writing the signature and message for this reader comrade, Wang Yan went to find his friends who had friendly exchanges before. The spring breeze of reform was still quite far from this border town, and the materials were not really that abundant, so the so-called black market still existed.

However, compared to three years ago, the situation was definitely getting better year by year. Especially for the army with the most sufficient guarantees, it could be seen from the food. Every year, there was more and more meat to eat, and the variety of vegetables was gradually increasing. It was no longer like before, cabbage for the last meal, potatoes for the next, although it still occupied the mainstream, it was gradually decreasing.

Wang Yan went on a shopping spree again, buying a lot of things. Fish, meat, and eggs were naturally essential, and he also got several cans of milk powder and the like. He was busy in Liu Feng's house for a while, made a sumptuous dinner, and drank with Liu Feng.

While chatting and laughing, Liu Feng patted his head and said: "By the way, Wang Yan, I wanted to tell you before you went to fight. Didn't I go to Beijing again? I went to the house you bought for me to see, and I also went to see your house. The few people you arranged were quite dedicated, the courtyard was cleaned up well, and there were furniture and so on. I heard it was even antiques or something. It was really good, just too big."

"No ambition, still complaining about the house being big? I tell you, when there are high-rise buildings everywhere in the future, you will know the goodness of a big courtyard. Beijing is the capital, and it will definitely be an inch of land and an inch of gold in the future. In the same piece of land, others are building high-rise buildings, living in dozens of households, and we are just one household, wanting to do whatever we want. You experience it."

"Already experienced it." Liu Feng sighed, "You don't know, I specifically went everywhere to ask about the price. It was 3,500 when you bought it at the beginning of the year. How much do you say it is now?"

Wang Yan cooperated very well, guessing with a smile: "5,000?"

"5,000? Over 10,000!"

Liu Feng compared a finger with strength, and the slight tremor reflected his inner restlessness when mentioning this matter. He said, "Why don't you record the price difference, and I'll pay you back slowly later."

"Once bought, it's done. It was 3,500 at the time, so it's 3,500. Our country will definitely get better and better in the future, and the houses in Beijing will definitely get more and more expensive. It's 10,000 this time, and it will be 20,000 next time, do you record that too? Then hundreds of thousands, millions later?" Wang Yan shook his head with amusement.

"Sigh, I really owe you too much."

"Don't always say these useless things. There are only the two of us left in the whole Art Troupe. You ramble on and on, what do you want to pay back? Why don't you cut a kidney now?"

Liu Feng shook his head with a bitter smile. What Wang Yan said was definitely not pleasant, but it was true, but there was really no way to pay it back. He stopped grinding and raised his wine glass: "Come, drink, toast to you for defending the country and making great merits!"

Wang Yan touched glasses with him with a smile and took a sip of Moutai.

After eating and drinking for a while, the couple didn't eat as much as Wang Yan alone.

Seeing that the meal was coming to an end, Liu Feng spoke again: "There is one thing I must tell you first, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"You say." Wang Yan crunched on peanuts, smiling and teasing the little one in He Xiaoping's arms who was blinking and looking at him. He raised his head, and the little one giggled for no reason.

The name of this child was still given by him. Liu Feng said he was a great writer with high culture, and his naming was better than his father's. Little did he know that Wang Mouren was already annoyed by naming his own children, but he couldn't refuse, so he gave one, called Liu Jingxiu.

This name was taken from Zhuge Liang's famous sentence: "The conduct of a gentleman is to cultivate himself in quietness, to cultivate virtue with frugality; without detachment, one cannot clarify one's ambition, and without tranquility, one cannot reach far." So it could also be called Liu Jiande. At that time, he took these two names, and Liu Feng chose Liu Jingxiu. He thought he should cultivate himself in quietness and be safe. He also said Wang Yan had culture, and he wanted to name him Liu Ping...

Liu Feng continued: "Isn't it April already? In less than half a year, Xiaoping will go to Beijing to go to university. Before, you said that maybe I would be transferred there too. I really took it to heart. You said the child is so small, and Xiaoping is going so far, and it will be several years..."

Wang Yan waved his hand, not letting him continue: "I originally thought about this matter, and planned to handle it for you when I go to Beijing. Tell me, where do you want to go?"

"I listen to you. I think you know many leaders. If it's easy to handle, transfer me to Beijing. If it's too troublesome, forget it. I remember you said before she took the university entrance exam that our Art Troupe would be disbanded, and in the future, we would vigorously develop the economy, and you also said that maybe you would transfer to be a big boss. If it doesn't work, give me some advice, and I can transfer too."

"Transferring has to wait for four or five years; there is no specific policy yet. If you do it, you'll be buying low and selling high, and you'll be arrested in less than three days, and I'll have to fish you out then. Do you want to go to the Song and Dance Troupe, or do administration at the General Political Department? Or do administration at the Song and Dance Troupe?"

"Anything is fine, I just want to have more free time, so it's convenient for me to take care of the child."

"Then go to the Song and Dance Troupe to do administration, it's relatively easier there. It just so happens that you dance well, although you were slacking off, you weren't eating for nothing."

Wang Yan said with a smile, "Then it's settled. I'll handle it for you when I go to Beijing, just in time for Xiaoping to start school. Oh my, looking at it this way, buying the house was not appropriate, it's a bit far from the school."

"It's not far at all, I specifically made a trip and estimated it, it's only ten kilometers. When the time comes, ride a bicycle, and it will be half an hour one way. This time is nothing in our place, but it's nothing in Beijing..."

The topic turned to Beijing again, and Wang Yan listened to the couple's imagination of their future life in Beijing with a smile. This is good, the couple has development, and life is stable...

Returning after the war, there was no difference from before the war. If there was any, it was that the life of the Art Troupe was busier, constantly performing outside to relieve the pressure on the soldiers.

Wang Yan didn't rest for long, only stayed in the regiment for a week, and then started performing again.

As mentioned earlier, the scale of this performance was quite large, perhaps, this was also his last performance as an art soldier. It was exactly what he had applied for before, to perform once in the regimental units of all participating troops, collect combat details, and use them to write books.

The books he wanted to write this time included two parts: "Style of Blood-Stained," which belongs to battlefield documentary, and another part about problems, gains, experience, and some thoughts on how to solve problems and the future in the battle, which he named "My View on the Self-Defense Counterattack against Vietnam." Both were big volumes. Perhaps in three to five years, his two views could be seen in the market.

It's not to say that this is a secret, after all, they are all published things, and it is impossible to keep them secret if you want to. It's just that the things written are not suitable for the time. The broad masses of the people, or the broad intellectuals among them, are not suitable to see them. It is easy to cause ideological trends, thereby affecting decisions, which is obviously not possible, so they have to be kept for a few years before publishing.

In addition, there is the Chinese Hero series. In the process of performing, he also has to write about the heroic figures of this battle.

This time, the tour received a warmer welcome. His fierceness had already spread widely, and although everyone felt it was too exaggerated and not something a human could complete, no one doubted it. Because it was impossible to lie about this; the soldiers wouldn't, the leaders wouldn't, and the large group of old leaders above, as well as the leaders in Beijing, wouldn't even more.

And what he said was also about this battle, no longer talking about the stories of characters from the past. Just talk about him and the soldiers of his company, how they fought—this was also what the soldiers wanted to know most. Wang Yan bragging about himself was also very exaggerated, and although the soldiers booed, they also laughed happily. Talking to oneself always gave people a feeling of bragging, and also made people more open-minded.

Wang Yan never begrudged joking about himself; he had a lot of entertainment spirit, although what he said was the truth. But he was too excellent, no way. Unlike what the soldiers thought must be exaggerated, he was already not so awesome, and was already very restrained.

At the same time, he didn't forget what he said to the soldiers before. When organizing photos, he had already washed several extra copies. During this performance, when he arrived at the 40th Division, he also went to send photos to the soldiers and chatted with them by the way.

It hadn't been long since the war, but when everyone talked about it, there was quite a bit of sighing, which was naturally because of the casualties. The seriously injured soldiers hadn't returned yet, many would be directly transferred, and some had clearly died. Before the war, they were all good brothers blowing cowhide together, but after the war, it was hard to see each other again, so it was inevitable to feel that things were different.

There was also one thing in the middle, that was Wang Yan's treatment was raised again, saying that he was promoted to battalion level first, taking a step ahead, which was the regiment's. After the commendation, it was not known what level he would be promoted to.

Wang Yan personally estimated that he would be a deputy regiment commander at most. Even if he was an art soldier, the level of treatment couldn't be set casually. After all, he was young, only twenty-five this year, and it was already quite good to be at the regimental level, which was because his merits were really huge.

Of course, it's not to say that this merit was made in vain, the level of treatment is just the most basic thing, and even the most insignificant thing. The most important thing is the future.

But for him, it seemed to be insignificant too. But if he was a person of this world, Political Commissar Ning Shan's statement was very accurate, it was really a road to the blue clouds paved by one battle... ===== CHAPTER 938 =====

However, to him, this seemed equally unworthy of mention. But if he were a person of this world, Political Commissar Ning Shan's assessment was very accurate—it really was a battle that paved the way to the clouds...