Chapter 170 I just met you
On May 5, the condolence activity of "Sending Literature and Art to the Military Camp" came to a successful conclusion. In the evening of that day, the Western Guangxi Military Region held a grand ceremony for the dialect group of writers who support the army. Farewell party.
In addition to performances such as "Prairie Female Militia", the art troupe also performed military songs of the 41st Army and other units.
The entire venue was filled with military songs.
Of course, the real climax was the chorus of "Beat the Annan White-Eyed Wolf", the voice was so loud that it almost broke the roof.
"If the motherland is invaded, hot-blooded men should strengthen themselves!"
"Drink up this bowl of hometown wine, and the strong men will never return..."
In the applause again and again, many Come back and sing again and again, no one gets tired of singing and no one gets tired of listening.
We are even ready to report it to the General Administration and other relevant departments.
Fang Yan was "greeted" by the leaders of the military region one by one. He almost lost himself in the "Teacher Xiao Fang"!
After all, judging from the military rank system that will be restored in a few years, some of them will be able to carry the stars.
It’s a good thing that we don’t drink alcohol at the banquet, otherwise we would have to drink till we were all light and make some fool of ourselves, which would not be pretty.
What I drank was Guixi’s unique Kangyuan White Lemon, which tasted a bit like a mixture of lemon tea and cola.
"Teacher Xiaofang has been visiting for so many days. I wonder if he has thought about what to write?" This is the question that everyone is most concerned about.
How can a great talent like Fang Yan be satisfied with just one war song?
Let the military district next door see it, and think that we have no achievements that we can create. Let's write another novel, one for each unit!
“After interviewing so many days and so many people, I do have some ideas.”
Fang Yan started from the Battle of Shuojiang and talked about reconnaissance stations behind enemy lines, scouts, Agent Annan, the topic closely revolves around special operations.
The leaders of the military region looked at each other with surprise.
“I didn’t expect Teacher Xiaofang to be interested in this.”
Including Li Cunbao, the writers and editors who participated in the cultural support army were all surprised when they heard this.
“At the symposium not long ago, I believe you all still remember that I mentioned a new type of military literature.”
Fang Yan looked around and his eyes fell on Li Cunbao .
“Military science fiction.”
Li Cunbao was very cooperative and praised.
"Yes, military science fiction can also be called military fantasy."
Dialect talks about the concept of military fantasy literature.
The leaders of the military region heard that "military fantasy" is based on facts, rational deduction and creation of future battlefield combat forms, military equipment, military modernization, etc., and write future wars , write about future contact.
I suddenly became interested.
"Teacher Xiaofang, please continue."
"I know nothing about military affairs. You are the experts in fighting. I don't dare to do anything in front of you."
"It's okay. We just have a casual chat. It's okay if we make mistakes."
"That's it." , when I visited, I could always hear that there was war The soldier said that the enemy's special operations team has infiltrated. Why can't we form a special operations force to destroy these invading enemies in the same way? ? ”
Everyone became more and more interested.
Fang Yan said: "Although I don't know much about military affairs, I have read a lot of military history. I found that the Annan battlefield was a tropical jungle war, the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea was a hilly and mountainous war, the border with Tianzhu was a plateau and Gobi war, and the northern border was a cold zone field war. , there are islands and reefs in the South China Sea and the East China Sea In offensive and defensive battles, with so many complex terrain environments and climatic conditions, will the army need such special forces in the future?"
Li Cunbao and others looked sideways, feeling that Teacher Fang was not only a writer of military literature at this moment, but also something more. The style of a military expert.
“This issue is worth discussing!”
“In fact, during the Anti-Japanese War, our army began to attach importance to the formation of special forces. Although they are not called ‘special forces’, there are huge differences in their names. Like the 'Armed Forces Behind Enemy Lines', the 'Special Agents', and the 'Police Reconnaissance Company', but that's what they do."
"No, no, there are differences."
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There was a lot of discussion, but only what could be said.
Fang Yan listened quietly. There was no plan to form special forces in the country, nor was there a teaching institution for the purpose of training special forces, let alone any decent teaching materials and theories.
Just in case, I asked again, "Should it be okay for me to write this kind of military fantasy that focuses on future special operations?"
"No problem, of course no problem! ”
“Yes, Annan has been sending a small team of agents to infiltrate and spy on information. If it is written truthfully, there will inevitably be a risk of leaking secrets. Military fantasy is a good subject, true and false, false and true, and it may be able to confuse the opponent. "< br>
Everyone was very interested in this novel about special forces.
Fang Yan said: "It's just a preliminary idea at the moment."
Li Cunbao saw them all smiling and said that regarding military knowledge and other aspects, he could provide help within the allowed range. .
"What I asked for."
Fang Yan thanked him, as he happened to be staying in western Guangxi for a long time.
Now with professional guidance, you can avoid taboos or leaks as much as possible.
The military region leader smiled and asked that each unit has its own number and name. A fictional special reconnaissance brigade like this certainly cannot be completely applied to the real one. I wonder what Teacher Xiaofang plans to choose?
"The wolf soldiers in western Guangxi are the most powerful in the world."
"I have to think of a name carefully, but I can't let it be humiliated."
Fang Yan showed a meaningful smile.
…………The next day, early in the morning.
Fang Yan and Li Cunbao carried the donated canned pineapples, got into the arranged jeep, and arrived at the entrance of Guixi Film Factory.
I saw Guo Baochang accompanied by several factory leaders. They had been waiting for a long time, and their faces were full of enthusiasm, especially Wei Bida.
“This is Director Wei of our Guixi factory.”
"Teacher Fang, Teacher Li, welcome."
Everyone shook hands and got to know each other.
Fang Yan and Li Cunbao, led by Guo Baochang and others, came to the guest house and put away all their luggage, large and small.
“The factory knew that the two teachers were coming, so they specially prepared a small welcome party in the cafeteria at noon.”
“This is too polite.”
Li Cunbao waved his hand.
"We must also give us a chance to fulfill our friendship as landlords."
Guo Baochang asked them to take a good rest.
Li Cunbao couldn't wait to ask where the library was.
Guo Baochang asked curiously: "Don't you guys take a break first?"
Li Cunbao glanced at Fang Yan: "As he said, when inspiration comes, you have to run like a horse. Even if you slap yourself hard, you must catch up with the inspiration. You must not let it run away."
Then, the group of people came to the library. The bungalow made of red bricks was neither big nor small.
Fang Yan glanced at it inadvertently, and Gong Cie's delicate and delicate face suddenly came into his eyes, and his eyebrows were raised.
When he looked at Gong Qie, Gong Qie was also looking at him.
At first glance, I didn’t recognize who he was.
But when he saw Guo Baochang standing next to him, he vaguely guessed his identity.
Dialect? !
“Gong Qie?”
Li Cunbao, who was standing at the door, just like Fang Yan, had his eyes fixed on the beautiful Gong Qie.
Guo Baochang told the story truthfully, "She will stay here until the end of the month, and then go to Chang'an with us."
"Are you going to Chang'an to film?"
Fang Yan glanced at him and then at Gong Cie.
Guo Baochang shook his head and said that the Hundred Flowers Award and the Golden Rooster Award would be held simultaneously in Chang'an at the end of May.
As one of the golden flowers of Shanghai Film Industry, how could Gong Qie be absent from such a big event in the film industry?
But it was too dangerous for her to go north alone.
It just so happened that Guixi Factory also wanted to send them to participate, so they simply went together so that they could take care of each other on the way.
"So that's it."
Fang Yan thought that Fang Hong and her younger sister were both her fans, and was going to find an opportunity to get autographs for them.
"Comrade Gong Jie comes to the library on time to read every day these days." Guo Baochang added abruptly that she lived in the room next to Fang Yan.
Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?
Fang Yan was greatly surprised and glanced at him.
“Let’s not stand outside the door and chat.”
Li Cunbao’s mind was full of “Garland Under the Mountain” at the moment, and he wanted to write it out quickly.
Fang Yan and Guo Baochang looked at each other and walked straight to the table where Gong Jie was. It wasn't that they wanted to go, but Li Cunbao was already sitting opposite her and waving to him.
Gong Zhen was reading absentmindedly, and through the corner of his eye, he noticed that Fang Yan was getting closer and closer to her, until he was sitting on her right side.
"This is Comrade Gong Jie from Shanghai Film Academy."
Guo Baochang lowered his voice and introduced them to each other.
"Hello, Comrade Gong Qie."
"Hello, Teacher Fang."
Gong Qie and Fang Yan looked at each other with smiles on their faces.
My heart, which was originally as flat as a lake, felt as if a pebble had broken into it, bouncing one after another in the water.
Why haven’t you finished playing yet?
"When the time comes, I will come to invite you again."
Guo Baochang said goodbye and left. He walked to the door and looked back. Looking at Fang Yan and Gong Jie, he always had the illusion of déjà vu. , obviously silent, but full of pictures and stories, as if I had met him once before.
“Huh.”
Gong Qian glanced at the word "quiet" posted on the wall and let out a sigh of relief. The pebbles finally sank, and the rippling water slowly calmed down.
As your eyes move from left to right, you can see that Fang Yan is devoted to writing, and you can see it in the dense words——
"Battle of Shuojiang", "Faka Mountain" "Battle"...
(End of this chapter)