Chapter 34 The true story (please collect and vote for further reading)
“I once went to the battlefield for an interview and met a company commander who was a rural soldier like me. His hometown was in the Yimeng Mountain area. It's an old revolutionary area and it's very poor. When I was chatting with him, he said that his family had just built a house and had a huge debt."
"He and his wife have been married for less than two years. The relationship was very good. After the troops were mobilized, he followed the troops to the front line. Before leaving, he wrote a letter to his wife, specifically telling her that he would sacrifice her life and find a good man to remarry. Families should think more about the country’s difficulties and not reach out to organizations. The debts for building a house at home can be paid off with pension funds.”
Isn’t this the prototype of the male protagonist Liang Sanxi in the movie “Garland Under the Mountain”. ?
Fang Minghua thought to himself.
"What happened next?" he asked.
“After the interview, I returned to the rear and went to another unit. Just last spring, I had a comrade who happened to be in the same unit as the company commander, so I called him to ask him to specially After asking about the situation of the company commander, I found out that he died in a battle not long after my interview." After finishing speaking, Li Cunbao took a deep puff of his cigarette.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit silent.
Finally, Fang Minghua broke the silence and said: "Brother Li, I think it will be great if you write this story into your novel."
"Do you think it is feasible?"
"Of course it's feasible, and it's quite touching."
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
"Xiao Fang, does it feel a little heavy? Then I'll tell you something lighter. "Li Cunbao said with a smile.
“What is easy?”
“This is what a soldier I interviewed told me.” Li Cunbao said:
"It is said that their company commander thought of many ways in order to let all the company's combat backbones have a fuller understanding of the border and to better understand the enemy's situation. He actually found a way to contact the division artillery reconnaissance team to mount a high-power telescope to the top of the mountain. , arranged for the whole company to take turns to observe the enemy's situation. The soldier also went to see it. "Do you know what he saw?" "
"What did you see? Fang Minghua asked curiously.
“He said he saw several thatched bungalows halfway up the mountain. There was an open space in front of the door, and he actually saw two female soldiers! "
"Female soldier? ”
"Yes, the soldiers told me that they were from the enemy's laundry squad. Every company has one. Due to continuous fighting, the enemy's manpower resources are very limited, so there are many female soldiers to enrich the combat units."
"For the first time Seeing the enemy's female soldiers on the battlefield, the soldier also felt fresh and observed carefully. The two enemy female soldiers were walking side by side, holding washbasins in their hands, as if they had just washed their hair and went to dry their hair. Xiaoyi. Her long hair is draped over her shoulders, and her movements and posture are very beautiful."
"He thought she was a beautiful woman, and was a little excited at the time, but she turned around and said, "My mother." Why are you so ugly?"
Li Cunbao imitated the Yu provincial dialect so vividly that Fang Minghua couldn't help but laugh.
The two were chatting when a soldier asked them to go to dinner and stopped talking.
After eating, Fang Minghua and a group of writers happily entered the auditorium in the military camp. Watch the performance of the art troupe with the soldiers.
"Red Star Shines on Me to Fight" and "War Horse Neighing". They are all red songs of this era, as well as allegro and national dance peacock dance. Everyone watched with great interest.
“The finale is ballet!” Li Cunbao whispered.
Ballet is still a new thing in China these days. Although there are only a few red ballets performed, it is rarely seen by ordinary people. Occasionally, you can see a few words in newspapers, and of course you can see live performances. Very excited.
The classic ballet "The Red Detachment of Women" performed this time
Move forward, move forward.
A warrior has a heavy responsibility
Women have deep hatred
In ancient times, Hua Mulan went to join the army in place of her father
Today, there is a women’s army to shoulder the burden Guns for the People
Amid the warm and cheerful songs, a group of actresses dressed in Red Army uniforms danced ballet steps and appeared on the stage, immediately arousing warm applause.
Fang Minghua and a group of writers were arranged in the front row. He looked at each girl carefully.
Wearing a performance Red Army costume, with bandages on the calf, but wearing shorts, revealing the slender thighs.
Sure enough, under the light, they all have healthy, wheat-colored skin, not the big white legs in the movie.
I just didn’t see Song Tangtang.
Isn't she a ballet dancer? Why didn't you show up?
Have you been transferred?
No way?
The next company?
It is possible.
"Hey, Xiaofang, which girl are you looking at? Are they all handsome?" Li Cunbao next to him asked with a low smile.
This?
Is there something in the words? Fang Minghua did not hide anything: "There is a female soldier from our Xijing in the art troupe, and I know her. His friend asked me to send a few words to see if she is here."
"She Are you there?" Li Cunbao asked.
Fang Minghua shook his head.
"It's okay, you can ask after the performance is over."
The ballet finally ended with a round of applause, and the audience left the stage one after another. Fang Minghua said to Li Cunbao: "Please give me Director Zhang. Tell me, I'll go find someone and come back later."
"Okay, but don't be too late."
Fang Minghua nodded and ran back to the backstage, but he didn't dare to go up. .
The girls are all changing their clothes. If I go in rashly, will I be considered a hooligan?
That’s a big problem.
Just wait outside the auditorium.
Twenty minutes later, Fang Minghua saw a group of girls coming out of the auditorium talking and laughing. He quickly stopped the female soldier closest to him. She had pigtails and looked very cute.
“Hello, comrade, is Song Tangtang here?”
The girl did not answer him but looked him up and down through the street lights outside the auditorium: "Who are you?"
"My name is Fang Minghua, I am the writer who arranged to come to the army to collect information this time. I am from Xijing, and Song Tangtang is a friend of the Xiang Party."
"Are you a writer? Such a young writer?" The girl was surprised when she heard this: "You are not older than me, right?"
Is this important? ?
Fang Minghua patiently showed the girl his certificate issued by the Writers Association, and the girl believed it.
"Tangtang, you said, I went to the front line with the propaganda team to express condolences. I have been gone for a week." The girl replied.
"When will you come back?"
"I don't know, I guess it will be soon." The girl said.
"Is it dangerous?" Fang Minghua asked quickly.
“Danger?” The girl glanced at him and said, “We are going to Mount Faka. Do you think it is dangerous or not?” After saying this, the girl turned and left.
What? !
Fang Minghua felt nervous for no reason.
There was no other way, Fang Minghua had no choice but to return to the army guest house.
As soon as he entered the dormitory, Li Cunbao was washing his feet. When he saw him coming in, he asked: "Have you seen your fellow countryman?"
Fang Minghua shook his head: "The one in their regiment People said that she went to Faka Mountain with the propaganda team’s lower company.”
"Faka Mountain?!"
Li Cunbao was startled, then thought of something and quickly comforted: "It's okay. The art troupe often goes to the front line to express condolences, but the places where you go are safer, and it will definitely not happen. Just give condolences during the war, don’t worry.”
Fang Minghua nodded after hearing this.
Brush your teeth, wash your face and feet.
Take off your clothes and Fang Minghua lies in the mosquito net.
Li Cunbao soon snored quietly, but Fang Minghua couldn't fall asleep.
The moonlight outside is like water.
He put his hands behind his head and thought about his relationship with Song Tangtang.
No matter what, I hope this brave girl will be fine.
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