Chapter 37 037 There is a beautiful flower in the world, it is the bloom of youth
Fang Minghua followed Zhou Shunlai into the auditorium. There was no one below, and a dozen female soldiers on the stage were chattering.
He saw Song Tangtang, she was standing quietly aside.
Song Tangtang also noticed Fang Minghua sitting in the audience and nodded slightly to him as a greeting.
"Okay, sisters!" A female soldier who looked like a coach clapped her hands: "Now let's start the rehearsal, first is Song Tangtang's solo dance. Tangtang, are you ready?"
Song Tangtang nodded.
"Okay, music!"
The song from the speaker sounded:
There is a beautiful flower in the world
That is the beauty of youth
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The clanking hard bones bloom
Li Li’s blood dyes it red
Ahhh
《Velvet Flower》!
The theme song of the movie "Little Flower", sung by Li Guyi.
Song Tangtang danced to the music.
The dance was ballet, but Fang Minghua didn’t know what the repertoire was, but it was very good.
This reminded him of He Xiaoping's solo dance under the moon in the movie "Youth".
“She danced an excerpt from ‘Ode to Yimeng’, which is also a ballet.” Zhou Shunlai introduced in a low voice next to him.
Oh.
"Song Tangtang is the best dancer in the art troupe and the most beautiful female soldier."
Really?
Fang Minghua took a closer look.
It seems so.
In fact, which girl in the art troupe is not beautiful? But Song Tangtang has a different kind of beauty,
Elegant, cool, yet sassy.
“I heard that Song Tangtang’s family background is very deep, and her father has a big background, but she can still stay here to train and express condolences like other female soldiers in the art troupe. I admire this very much.” Zhou Shunlai continued.
“I admire you too.” Fang Minghua nodded.
After Song Tangtang danced solo, the group dance followed immediately. Fang Minghua and the others watched for a while before quietly going out, so as not to disturb the girls' rehearsal.
After returning to the guest house for dinner at noon, Fang Minghua came to the art troupe station again. This time he did not see Zhou Shunlai. In front of the female soldiers' dormitory, he met Song Tangtang, who was carrying a wash basin and preparing to wash clothes.
"Where's Brother Zhou? Why didn't you see it?" Fang Minghua asked.
"It seems that I have a temporary assignment to go to the hospital." Song Tangtang said.
The hospital is a place where art troupes often go to perform. Those injured soldiers not only need physical treatment, but also spiritual comfort. In these days, there is no Internet and little TV, so the performances of art troupes are very popular.
"You don't want to rehearse? Then I'll talk to you?" Fang Minghua said.
“Okay then.”
Fang Minghua followed Song Tangtang out of the camp. There was a small river not far away. The two came to the river. Song Tangtang took out soap and a washboard and squatted by the river to wash clothes.
Fang Minghua stood beside her, looking at her serious look, and didn't know what to say for a while.
Finally, Song Tangtang spoke up: "What did you and Brother Zhou talk about?"
Fang Minghua didn't hide anything, so he told her in detail what Zhou Shunlai had said.
Song Tangtang pursed his lips and smiled after hearing this: "Brother Zhou is enthusiastic and likes to help others. There are more female soldiers than male soldiers in our regiment, so he does a lot of the dirty work without any complaints."
"He is also handsome. In addition to playing the trumpet, he can also play the accordion and harmonica. We all like him. If he hadn't been married, there would probably be a girl who likes him."
"I heard , the art troupe is not allowed to fall in love, right?" Fang Minghua said.
The girl rolled her eyes at him.
"Of course not, but can certain things be prohibited?!"
"Song Tangtang." Fang Minghua also squatted down and looked at the girl, and asked cautiously: "I have a question I want to ask, sorry if it’s inappropriate.”
"Ask." Song Tangtang said while washing clothes.
"I heard that the art troupe is quite chaotic, right?"
"Chaotic?" Song Tangtang stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at Fang Minghua: "What do you mean? Female soldiers falling in love ? Or does it refer to the persecution of innocent people, drawing clear lines, special treatment for cadres' children in your novels? etc.?" Looking at the girl's clear eyes, Fang Minghua didn't know how to answer for a while.
Song Tangtang lowered his head and started washing clothes again.
While washing, he said: "What I just said, some of the things that happened in the regiment have not happened before, but they don't happen now because of the war."
At this point, Song Tangtang turned to look at Fang Minghua again: Do you think, we often go to the battlefield to perform, sometimes braving artillery fire and risking our lives, but we still care about those jealous and trivial things? "
"This is how it is on the battlefield. Especially among the soldiers, there are many people who dislike each other. But once on the battlefield, there is no such thing. Everyone is a comrade-in-arms and a brother and sister. The other person! "
Fang Minghua was silent.
"I don't really like reading scar literature. "Song Tangtang suddenly said something out of nowhere.
"Why? Are the descriptions in those novels untrue?" Fang Minghua asked.
“I admit, it’s very true, because my dad has suffered a lot and suffered a lot, but my dad said that now that our country has begun to carry out reform and opening up, we should temporarily put aside this heavy burden and focus on it. As for this period of history, let future generations comment on it after a few years. I didn’t understand it at first, but now I think he was right.”
“Don’t worry, the novel I want to write will not be. Scar literature." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Actually, I prefer those little poems you wrote, they are very beautiful." Song Tangtang smiled: "My cousin also likes them very much and admires you very much."
"Ha , no need to worship, I am just an ordinary person.”
"Well, you are an ordinary person, but you are not ordinary."
"What do you mean?"
"You are a writer and I think you are very kind."
Kind?
Fang Minghua was surprised.
You say I'm handsome, and I admit it, but what about being kind? This was the first time that Fang Minghua heard someone talk about him like this.
"I feel it. Also, because the book "Into the Dust" you wrote describes a very kind couple. I think a writer must have sympathy and compassion, otherwise he will not be able to write well. Novel."
Why does this sound familiar?
It seems that a writer named Yu Hua also said it, right?
"Song Tangtang, thank you for giving me such a high evaluation. I will work hard." Fang Minghua replied seriously, but made Song Tangtang laugh.
The flower branches tremble.
“Here, let me help you twist your clothes.” Fang Minghua saw Song Tangtang finishing washing a coat and quickly helped.
This is how Fang Minghua’s life of collecting styles was lived.
In addition to the cultural troupe, he also went to the hospital to chat with the patients, and even went to the nearby military camps. But the most important thing was the cultural troupe, watching them rehearse, following their performances in hospitals and military camps, and getting deeply involved in daily life.
Of course, what Fang Minghua longs for is to be able to go to the front line and truly experience this war. This of course requires an opportunity.
Unexpectedly, Li Cunbao would seize this opportunity and follow the troops to the front line. When he came back, he told him a lot of stories and experiences, which he enjoyed with great interest.
"Xiao Fang, to tell you the truth, although I am a soldier and have collected stories from my company many times, this is the first time I have been on the front line. It shocked me a lot. Really, life and death are the same. Just a hair's breadth." Li Cunbao said, lighting a cigarette for himself.
"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I want to quickly write down what I saw, heard and felt." After speaking, Li Cunbao took out the manuscript paper and sat at the table to write.
Fang Minghua can only feel envious.
The opportunity finally came.
At noon that day, Fang Minghua received news from Zhou Shunlai that tomorrow morning his regiment would organize a propaganda team to perform a condolence performance at a military camp somewhere on the front line.
He immediately found Director Zhang, who was in charge of their collecting work, and told him his request, wanting to go with the propaganda team.
Director Zhang initially disagreed. Although it was relatively safe, it was very close to the enemy's position, but he couldn't stand Fang Minghua's persuasion and finally agreed.
“You must follow the propaganda team and don’t run around!” Officer Zhang warned.
“Don’t worry, I will definitely obey orders.”
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