Literary Master 1983

Chapter 73 Gong Xue
"Yu Qie, Yu Qie? Don't sleep anymore, wake up!"

"Are we there yet?"

"This is the front-line command center. We will rest here today, rehearse the program, and meet the soldiers. Tomorrow we will go to the Laoshan front line - also by jeep."

Feng Gong patted the military jeep under his butt and asked Yu Qie to open his eyes and take a good look.

Feng Gong is a friend Yu Qie just met when he came here. He is an actor from the Radio Art Troupe. He applied on his own initiative to come to the front line to perform a consolation show. He is tall and thin, with obvious nasolabial folds.

[I miss you guys so much! ]

Hey, this is the guy, who later became a famous sketch actor.

"How can you still sleep? I think you are really brave. I came here worried to death."

"Feng Gong, if you are so scared, why did you come here?"

"I have a bad background..." Feng Gong sighed, and then thanked the uniformed comrade who was driving. "I'll trouble you tomorrow as well."

"No trouble!" The comrade in military uniform saluted them and asked Yu Qie for an autograph. The two of them quickly returned the salute.

A small reception tent was set up in front of the command post with white words on a red background: Warmly welcome people from the literary and art circles to come to the Laoshan front line for a consolation performance!

Yu Qie looked around and saw military flags fluttering in the wind. Soldiers were running drills, training, and climbing walls. Their fighting power was off the charts. I don't know if it was to report to them, but the soldiers used their real skills: two people climbed over a three- or four-meter-high wall in a few seconds; a fifty-meter muddy road was slid across by the soldiers like geckos with two extra legs.

Feng Gong said: "This batch of soldiers are all from the KM Military Region, and they are particularly good at fighting mountain warfare - after coming here, they practice mountain warfare."

"You're quite professional. How did you figure that out?"

"I was a soldier for two years, and I almost went to war... I'll tell you in secret, people die in wars, but luckily I didn't go."

"Aren't you here now, Feng Gong?"

"Yu Qie... You've written so many novels, why haven't you learned some nice words to flatter people?"

Since April, the personnel who went to the Laoshan front line to express condolences have been divided into several waves. Yu Qie and his group set out from Shanghai and Yanjing, gathered at the KM railway station, and then took a bus to the command center, where everyone gathered together.

Because Yu Qie arrived late and Feng Gong was approved on a whim, the two of them got into the same car. After entering, someone received them, looked at their IDs, made a note of them, and let them go.

And pointed out the direction to them.

"Go, go, change your clothes." Feng Gong was very anxious.

Conditions in the camp were limited, and the few large houses were allocated to female comrades. Therefore, most men changed clothes in places like toilets and canteens, and some changed clothes on the spot.

Feng Gong was shy and came to the cafeteria to change clothes, but there were the most people in the cafeteria.

Hey, isn’t this Li Shuangjiang?
You gave birth to a good son!
Zhu Shimao with thick eyebrows and big eyes is here too!
"Xu Lingjun, you are Xu Lingjun!"

Zhu Shimao was quite excited when he found someone with thicker eyebrows and bigger eyes than himself: "Nice to meet you!"

This, this is...

A middle-aged man who looked like a great man smiled and said, "Are you here to participate in the show, too? I'm Gu Yue."

Who doesn't know Gu Yue? A great actor with a special personality.

When some actors play great men, it can be seen that they are just acting, but when Gu Yue stood there, it seemed like the great man really came: it is said that after seeing Gu Yue, the family members couldn't help but shed tears.

"Hello, Teacher Gu Yue! I'm Yu Qie, and I'm considered a writer."

Before Yu Qie finished speaking, Feng Gong took the opportunity to change his clothes and said, "He is the author of "Letter from My Fiancée" and "Big Scatter"... If you don't know, what about "A Moment of Romance"? That's right, he is that person!"

Gu Yue was quite surprised. "The Letter from the Fiancée" was very popular on the front line, and all the soldiers who came to visit the officers and soldiers had read it, but no one expected that it was written by such a young person.

"The Letter from My Fiancée is a good novel, sincere and unique..."

"If you hadn't told me you were a writer, I would have thought you were an actor in the art troupe!"

Yu Qie stretched out his hand and glanced at Feng Gong: "I am not, he is."

Gu Yue looked at Feng Gong and said with a smile: "The art troupe needs all kinds of actors..." There was no need to explain what this meant. Feng Gong looked like a handsome guy. He put on his clothes halfway and asked Yu Qie to help him straighten them and push the wrinkles on his shirt to his waist on both sides, making him look energetic.

"Yu Qie, how do I look?"

"Old Feng, you look very nice in this dress."

Feng Gong wore a very exquisite dark blue striped military uniform and even a tie. He looked neither Chinese nor Western, but he felt pretty good about himself. "It is said that clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha." He was proud for less than a few seconds, and suddenly became worried:

"Yu Qie, I didn't dare tell you before that our consolation performance is in front of the Vietnamese position. By then, they will be able to see us with a telescope. If they fire a few shots... Wow, we will all be finished!"

Yu Qie disagreed: "There are calibrated test guns before the artillery is fired. If the first few shots were inaccurate, we would have fled into the underground fortifications."

"What about using a sniper rifle? The Vietnamese have many sharpshooters."

Yu Qie pointed at his dark green military uniform and said, "I'm with you. The sniper's first bullet will definitely not be aimed at me. You look like a senior officer."

What? Am I a military target?
Feng Gong's brain was about to crash, so Yu Qie advised him: "It's okay. Didn't you write a suicide note before you came here? If you are truly glorious, you can wash away the discrimination against you, and your whole family will benefit from it."

Feng Gong’s great-grandfather was Feng Guozhang, one of the three heroes of the Beiyang government, and his grandfather was a big capitalist.

This incident seemed quite honorable when it was talked about later, but Feng Gong was constantly ostracized by others in those years. The direct reason why he wrote a report to express his condolences to the front line despite being afraid of death was this.

What happened to my ancestors has nothing to do with me, I can still be patriotic.

Feng Gong was desperate: "If I am honored, then this is my fate! Please take good care of my wife and children!"

Some actors who were quick to change clothes had already dressed up and interacted with the soldiers. They chatted about family matters and said some encouraging words.

The itinerary of the condolence tour is as follows:

We rested and rehearsed the program on the first day, and took photos and chatted with the retired soldiers.

The next day we arrived at the front line of the position, which was a small flat slope separated by many temporary tents at the bottom of a valley surrounded by green peaks.

There were no lights or microphones, just a face-to-face performance.

Because the venue was too small, many soldiers were unable to see or participate in the show. They could only know what happened through other people's oral accounts and photos after the battle.

Yu Qie, as a writer, also had a chance to read a letter of condolence on behalf of young people across the country.

In the vast sea of ​​people, Yu Qie saw a group of people that were particularly crowded. He asked Feng Gong, "What are they doing over there?"

Feng Gong took a quick look and said, "She's from the dance troupe. She's a woman. You definitely can't beat her because you're a man."

He said: "In the military camp, no one can compare to girls. There is nothing we can do about it. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

Although Yu Qie was well-known at the front, he was not a movie star after all, and others did not recognize his appearance. With the clothes he wore, they thought he was a new soldier who had just arrived at the front.

Just then, as Yu Qie walked towards the crowd, someone saw him.

Film actress Gong Xue came to his side and gave him a letter of condolence, which read: "Why is the battle flag so beautiful? The blood of the heroes dyed it red!"

"Where is home?"

"From Wanxian, Sichuan Province."

"How old is this year?"

"21."

"Have you ever read a book?"

“I’m studying at Yanda University.”

Gong Xue was writing her own signature when she froze here.

　It is said that because of this outfit, he was spotted by a sniper in a jeep, and was thought to be a senior officer, and was almost sniped to death.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)