The literary era since 1979

Chapter 170 Just met you

On May 5, the consolation activity of "Sending Literature and Art to Military Camps" came to a successful conclusion. That evening, the Guixi Military Region held a grand farewell party for Fangyan's team of writers who supported the army with culture.

In addition to performances such as "Female Militia of the Grassland", the art troupe also played military songs of the 41st Army and other units.

Military songs were loud throughout the venue.

Of course, the real climax was the chorus of "Defeat the White-Eyed Wolf of Annan", the sound was so loud that it almost blew the roof off.

"If the motherland is invaded, the passionate men should strengthen themselves!"

"Drink up this bowl of hometown wine, and the strong man will never return..."

Amid applause, he returned to the stage many times and sang again and again, never getting tired of singing and never getting bored of listening to him.

We have even prepared to report it to the General Political Department and other relevant departments.

Fangyan was "greeted" by the leaders of the military region one by one, and he almost lost himself in the calls of "Teacher Xiao Fang"!

After all, according to the military rank system that was restored a few years later, several of them would be awarded stars.

Fortunately, we don't drink alcohol at the party, otherwise we would have drunk so much that we would have felt dizzy and made a fool of ourselves, which would have been ugly.

What I drank was the Kangleyuan white lemon, which is unique to western Guangxi. It tasted a bit like a mixture of lemon tea and cola.

"Teacher Xiaofang has been visiting for so many days. I wonder if you have thought about what to write?" This is the question that everyone is most concerned about.

How could a talent like Fang Yan be satisfied with just singing a war song?

Let the neighboring military district see this, and they will think that we don’t have any outstanding military achievements. So they will write another novel, one for each unit!
"After interviewing so many people over so many days, I do have some ideas."

Fangyan started the conversation with the Battle of Shuojiang, and talked about reconnaissance stations behind enemy lines, scouts, and Annan agents, with the topic closely revolving around special operations.

The military district leaders looked at each other in surprise.

"I didn't expect Teacher Xiao Fang would be interested in this."

Including Li Cunbao, the writers and editors who participated in the cultural support for the army were all surprised when they heard this.

“At a recent symposium, I believe you all remember that I mentioned a completely new type of military literature.”

Fangyan looked around and his eyes fell on Li Cunbao.

“Military science fiction.”

Li Cunbao cooperated very well as a supporting actor.

"Yes, military science fiction, or military fantasy."

The dialect speaks of the concept of military fantasy literature.

When the leaders of the military region heard about "military fantasy", they rationally deduced and created based on facts about future battlefield combat forms, military equipment, and military modernization, and wrote about future wars and future battles.

All of a sudden, I became interested.

"Teacher Xiao Fang, please continue."

"I know nothing about military affairs. You are the experts in fighting. I dare not show off my skills in front of you."

"It's okay, just chatting casually. It's okay if I'm wrong."

"It's like this. When I was visiting, I always heard soldiers say that the enemy's special forces had infiltrated. Why can't we form a special operations force to fight back in their own way and eliminate these invading enemies?"

"Special Operations Forces?!"

Everyone became more and more interested.

Fang Yan said: "Although I don't understand military affairs, I have read a lot of military history. I found that the Annan battlefield was a tropical jungle war, the Korean War was a hilly mountain war, the border with India was a plateau Gobi war, the northern border was a cold zone field war, and the South China Sea and East China Sea were island and reef offensive and defensive wars. With so many complex terrain environments and climatic conditions, will the army need such special forces in the future?"

Li Cunbao and others looked at him sideways, feeling that Teacher Fang was not only a military literature writer, but also had some of the demeanor of a military expert.

“This issue is worth discussing!”

"In fact, during the Anti-Japanese War, our army began to attach importance to the establishment of special forces. Although they were not called 'special forces', there were many different names, such as 'armed work team behind enemy lines', 'range team', 'special agent company', and 'police investigation company', but this is what they did."

"No, no, no, there is still a difference."

Everyone was talking about it, but they only discussed the parts that could be discussed.

Fangyan listened quietly. There was no plan to form special forces in the country, nor any teaching institutions for the purpose of training special forces, not to mention any decent teaching materials and theories.

Just in case, I asked again, "It should be okay for me to write this kind of military fantasy focusing on future special operations, right?"

"No problem, of course no problem!"

"Yes, Annan has been sending small groups of agents to infiltrate and gather intelligence. If we write it as it is, there will inevitably be the risk of leaking secrets. Military fantasy is a good subject. It can mix the real and the fake, the real and the fake. Maybe it can confuse the opponent."

Everyone was very interested in this novel about special forces.

Fang Yan said: "It is just a preliminary idea at present."

Li Cunbao saw them smiling and said that he could provide help with military knowledge and other aspects within the permitted scope.

"I can't ask for it."

Fangyan thanked him, as he would be staying in western Guangxi for a long time.

Now with professional guidance, we can avoid taboos or leaks as much as possible.

The military district leader smiled and asked, "Every unit has its own number and name. A fictional special reconnaissance brigade like this certainly cannot be completely copied from the real one. I wonder what Teacher Xiao Fang is going to name it?"
"The wolf soldiers of western Guangxi are the best in the world."

"I have to think of a name that won't be disgraced."

Fangyan gave a meaningful smile.

…………The next day, early in the morning.

Fang Yan and Li Cunbao carried the donated canned pineapples, got on the arranged jeep, and arrived at the gate of Guixi Film Studio.

Guo Baochang was seen accompanying several factory leaders, who had been waiting for a long time, with enthusiasm on their faces, especially Wei Bidada.

"This is Director Wei from our Guixi Factory."

"Teacher Fang, Teacher Li, welcome, welcome."

Everyone shook hands and got to know each other.

Led by Guo Baochang and others, Fang Yan and Li Cunbao came to the guesthouse 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."

"That's too kind."

Li Cunbao waved his hand.

"Also give us a chance to show our hospitality."

Guo Baochang asked them to have a good rest.

Li Cunbao couldn't wait to ask where the library was.

Guo Baochang asked curiously: "Don't you want to take a rest first?"

Li Cunbao glanced at Fangyan and said, "Like he said, when inspiration comes, we must run like a horse. Even if we have to slap ourselves hard, we must catch up with the inspiration and never let it run away."

Then, the group came to the library, a red brick bungalow that was neither big nor small.

Fangyan glanced casually, and Gong Xing's delicate and pretty face suddenly came into his sight, and his eyebrows raised.

When he looked at Gong Xing, Gong Xing 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 Xing?"

Li Cunbao, who was standing at the door, had his eyes fixed on the pretty Gong Xing, just like Fangyan.

Guo Baochang told the whole 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 Xing.

Guo Baochang shook his head and said that the Hundred Flowers Awards and the Golden Rooster Awards would be held simultaneously in Chang'an at the end of May.

As one of the golden flowers of Shanghai Film Group, how could Gong Xing be absent from such a big event in the film industry?

But it was too dangerous to let her go north alone.

It just so happened that the Guixi Factory was also going to send them to participate, so they decided to travel together so that they could take care of each other on the way.

"So that's it."

Fang Yan thought that Fang Hong and Xiao Mei were her fans, so she planned to find an opportunity to get autographs for them.

"Comrade Gong Xing comes to the library to read books on time every day these days." Guo Baochang added suddenly that she lives in the room next to Fang Yan's.

Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?

Fangyan was very surprised and glanced at him.

"Let's not stand outside the door and talk."

Li Cunbao's mind was full of "The Garland under the Mountain" at the moment, and he wanted to write it down quickly.

Fang Yan and Guo Baochang looked at each other and walked straight to the table where Gong Xing was sitting. It was not because they wanted to go, but because Li Cunbao was already sitting opposite her and was waving at them.

Gong Xing was reading absentmindedly, and through the corner of her eye she noticed that Fang Yan was getting closer and closer to her until he sat on her right.

"This is Comrade Gong Xing from Shanghai Film Studio."

Guo Baochang lowered his voice and introduced them to each other.

"Hello, Comrade Gong Xing."

"Hello, Mr. Fang."

Gong Xing and Fang Yan looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

The heart, which was originally as calm as a calm lake, seemed to have a small stone hit into it, jumping up and down, splashing water one after another.

Why hasn’t the fight been finished yet?

"When the time comes, I will come and invite you again."

Guo Baochang said goodbye and left, walked to the door, looked back, and looked at Fang Yan and Gong Xing. He always had an illusion of déjà vu. Although they were not talking, it was full of pictures and stories, as if he had met them once before.

"call."

Gong Xing glanced at the word "Quiet" pasted on the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. The pebble finally sank, and the rippling water surface slowly calmed down.

Moving my eyes from left to right, I saw Fangyan concentrating on writing. In the densely packed words, I could see—

"Battle of Shuojiang", "Battle of Fakashan"...

(End of this chapter)