Back to 80: My Literary Life

After eating in the cafeteria the next morning, Officer Zhang called everyone together, issued an interview pass to everyone, through which they could interview the army soldiers, and announced a series of disciplines.

Finally, I emphasized: "The military camps around the county include hospitals, art troupes, and logistics units. Except for a few confidential units, everyone can go in for interviews. For everyone's safety, be sure not to leave the camp! In front of you is Faka Mountain!"

Officer Zhang pointed to the towering mountain peaks in the distance and said.

There was also the faint sound of gunfire.

After the gathering, everyone separated, in twos and threes. Fang Minghua didn't go with anyone. He went straight to the art troupe station alone carrying a yellow satchel.

Although it is mid-May, it is already very hot in southern Xinjiang. Fang Minghua was wearing a solid shirt and yellow rubber shoes, and soon he was sweating profusely.

After arriving at the station of the cultural troupe and showing his interview pass, the soldiers standing guard at the door immediately let him go.

Where are you going? What to interview? In fact, Fang Minghua didn't know either.

He just wanted to see if Song Tangtang was there.

The result disappointed him, so he asked a female soldier and informed her that Song Tangtang and the others had not returned yet.

Forget it, let's get down to business. You can't just come back in vain, right?

It's an interview anyway. With a small notebook in hand, you can ask a random soldier. It doesn't matter if he is useful or not, just write it down first.

At noon, Fang Minghua went back to the guest house for lunch. Just after finishing the meal, he saw a soldier trotting in: "Who is Comrade Fang Minghua? There is someone looking for him outside."

"it's me!"

Fang Minghua hurried out of the canteen and saw a female soldier standing not far away.

It's Song Tangtang!

Fang Minghua's hanging heart suddenly relaxed.

Song Tangtang at this time was not much different from when he was in Xijing, but it was much darker. It seemed that the sunshine in southern Xinjiang was indeed poisonous.

"Just came back today? Have you had dinner?" Fang Minghua greeted.

"I just came back and had eaten." Song Tangtang replied, looking at Fang Minghua: "I heard from one of my sisters in the group that you came here to collect information - why do you have to come here?"

"What's wrong? Isn't it a little dangerous? You stay here every day." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"I am a soldier! I must come!" Song Tangtang frowned slightly: "And you are a writer, so you don't have to come here."

"But I'm here."

Song Tangtang looked at him and said nothing.

"Just take a walk?"

Song Tangtang nodded.

The two of them walked aimlessly along a path. Of course, Fang Minghua would not forget to bring Zhao Hongjun's words to her.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Red Army. I'll be fine." Song Tangtang said.

"I heard from your colleagues that you just came back from providing condolences on the front line?"

"Um."

"Is it dangerous?" Fang Minghua asked concernedly.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Fang Minghua discovered that Song Tangtang spoke very little and looked a little tired between his brows.

"Song Tangtang, I'm going to write a novel about your art troupe." Fang Minghua said his purpose.

"Write about the art troupe? What's there to write about about the art troupe? You should write about soldiers!" Song Tangtang said.

“Aren’t the soldiers in the art troupe warriors?!”

Song Tangtang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, like a flower blooming.

"Fang Minghua, can't you tell? You are very sharp-tongued."

"Hehe, each other, each other."

"Do you really want to write it?"

"Really." Fang Minghua said solemnly, "So, I hope you can provide some writing materials."

"Well, what do you want to know? Just ask."

As Song Tangtang spoke, he bent down and picked an unknown little flower on the roadside and played with it in his hand.

"I heard from your colleague that you went to the Faka Mountain condolence performance. Were you in any danger?"

"It's not dangerous." Song Tangtang looked relaxed; "On the way back, we encountered a little trouble and encountered enemy shelling. A shell exploded more than fifty meters in front of our car, but the personnel and vehicles were fine."

"Fifty meters?" Fang Minghua was shocked when he heard this: "If the car drove a few seconds faster, wouldn't it have been hit?! Are you saying it's not dangerous?!

"This is normal, after all this is the front line."

Why.

Fang Minghua didn't know what to say.

Looking at the girl in front of him, he couldn't be more different from the cool girl he met at the Xijing dance.

Fang Minghua couldn't help but ask: "Song Tangtang, can I ask you a personal question?"

"go ahead."

"You, the Red Army, and your dancing friends, I guess your family is not ordinary, why did you come to this dangerous place?"

"My dad is the leader of the army, so I wanted to join."

"You want to come to the front line?!"

"I grew up in a military camp and wanted to be a soldier, but as a girl I could only be an art soldier. I was originally in the art troupe of northern Xinjiang, but then the war broke out and the troupe decided to allocate some people to support southern Xinjiang, so I signed up. , I wrote to my dad, and my dad was also very supportive."

It is indeed the same as what Zhao Hongjun said.

"You and your dad are really great." Fang Minghua admired him from the bottom of his heart.

"What's the point? After all, I'm just an art soldier. I stay at the rear most of the time. It's much safer than those soldiers fighting on the front line. There are several people in our compound who joined the army and came here, and one of them has already died."

Fang Minghua sighed deeply and fell into silence. After a while, he said, "Song Tangtang, what else can you offer?"

"Fang Minghua, I really don't know what to say? I think this is very common. Otherwise, tomorrow I will find you a male soldier in our regiment. His name is Zhou Shunlai, who is also from Xijing and is in southern Xinjiang. He has been in the art troupe for almost ten years, and he has seen and heard much more than me." Song Tangtang came up with an idea.

"That's good!" Fang Minghua was overjoyed.

"You can come over tomorrow morning. I want to go back and rest. I'm a little tired after running for a few days." Song Tangtang said.

"Okay then, you go back and rest. Do you want me to send you off?"

"No, it's just a few steps away. Goodbye!" After Song Tangtang said that, he turned to leave, but suddenly thought of something and warned him, "Pay attention! Don't leave the station and run around!"

"Do not worry."

I'm not a young boy.

Life is precious.

Back at the guest house, Fang Minghua found Director Zhang, who was in charge of their work, and told him his creative ideas.

Director Zhang was surprised when he heard this: "You want to write a novel about literary soldiers?"

Fang Minghua briefly talked about what happened to Song Tangtang when he met her just now and during her performance.

"Yes, I want to use the soldiers of the art troupe to reflect the cruelty of war and the heroic deeds of the soldiers."

Officer Zhang is also engaged in literary and artistic creation in the army. He immediately knew how Fang Minghua wrote and praised: "Your idea is very unique! Describing war does not necessarily have to be described from the front. I hope you can write something like "The Dawns Here Are Quiet" "Such a great work."

Ah?

Fang Minghua has read "The Dawns Here Are Quiet", a novella written by Soviet writer Boris Vasilyev.

It is written about five young, honest and kind-hearted Soviet girls during the Soviet Patriotic War. The girls worked as anti-aircraft gunners and fought to the death against the bestial fascist gangsters, and finally gave up their short precious lives.

Since then, it has been put on the screen several times, attracting worldwide attention and praise, and has also had a great response domestically.

The next morning, after Fang Minghua had eaten, he went to the art troupe to find Zhou Shunlai with his yellow satchel on his back.

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