Literary Master 1983

Chapter 79 Cat Ear Piercing ()

But it’s time to end the reading of this letter from a military wife.

Yu Qie pinched Gong Xue calmly. Gong Xue was stunned. Yu Qie pinched Gong Xue again, and she finally came to her senses. The two separated together.

The two of them used ups and downs in their voices, one after the other, to imitate the 84 Spring Festival Gala segment where Zhao Zhongxiang and the female host Chen Sisi were greeting each other for the New Year:
"Comrades (comrades)!"

"You are a brave PLA soldier (repeat), you are also a good child to your parents, a loyal lover, a life-long friend to your comrades, a father in the eyes of your children, you are a man who stands tall and proud... There will always be someone who will keep a light on for you!"

"Please think of the person who left a light for you, please think of him (her)... You are fighting for them, don't let the light they left go out!"

"The true love of the bloody southern border is revealed, and I am willing to work hard for my country.

The laughter and joy are as heavy as the mountains, and the heroic spirit lasts forever in the world! "

Yu Qie and Gong Xue repeated reciting a line of poetry each. As soon as they finished, not only the soldiers of the Seventh Company, but also the other actors who came to express their condolences, even the reporters who were taking notes and the documentary writers of "Military Literature and Art" could not stop crying. They thought of their dearest ones, and then an expression of sharing a common hatred for the enemy emerged.

Propaganda! It was to this effect that the bullets and artillery fire from our southern neighbors hit the rubber fields of border residents and the schools where classes were held. They were certainly not the direct parents or children of the soldiers.

But aren't they the parents and children of warriors?

A general love eventually becomes a specific love.

Amid the extremely warm applause, Ning Ke, deputy squad leader of the third squad of the seventh company, who originally did not believe that the performance would be held at the forefront, stood up and said, "Comrades from the capital of Shanghai are not afraid of death? Why should I be afraid of death?"

"I promise to the people of my hometown: I will defend the southern gate of the motherland and never let the invaders set foot in the country. I will win glory for the people of my hometown and strive to make contributions to the motherland and the people!"

"If they dare to come here, they must run over my dead body!"

"Okay! Please add me in!" This is Huang Jinguang, a soldier from Su Province.

Another person stood up and said, "I will defend my country until my death!"

In the end, these oaths and commitments became the consensus of everyone present. Revolutionary literature author Liu Jiaju excitedly wrote in his notes:

"We talked about the national prestige and military power, we talked about the dignity of the motherland, we talked about the fact that those who offend the mighty Han must be punished no matter how far away they are... But what finally brought us together was the specific person who kept the lights on for us. The soldiers of the Seventh Company will charge forward regardless of everything. As far as I know, almost all of them who were selected are not only children..."

"They have parents, older brothers and sisters, younger brothers and sisters, and dozens of female medical workers and nurses who came with us... They will set up the nearest field hospital in the valley, and I know that many of them have just said goodbye to their passionate lovers. In March 1979, 3 female soldiers were captured during the retreat and tortured. Most of them died in Vietnam. Only two of them managed to escape and returned incognito."

"Yes, there are some selfish women in society. I can't judge them..."

"Today, I asked these female health workers. They signed up voluntarily. Five years ago, we lost two female comrades. Today, we have 58 female comrades! In this war, even women are unwilling to leave! They want to protect their children and husbands! They have reached the limit of their patience!"

"Although I am in the river valley of Laoshan, I can see the majestic and steep mountain ridges above, which are blocked by dense bamboo forests and jungles. Inside the mountains are the karst cave landforms formed 2.7 million years ago, which have never changed! There are hundreds of thousands of Vietnamese people there, and they seem to have taken root there!"

"But I know that everything is going to change! We are going to climb up again!"

As the deputy editor-in-chief of "Military Literature and Art", the report written by Liu Jiaju was almost certain to be published in "Military Literature and Art", so he recorded everything he saw during these days in great detail.

Yu Che was the highlight of his record, not only because Yu Che was a writer who was captured to collect folk songs, but also because Yu Che showed his reliable patriotic enthusiasm during this period.

This kind of enthusiasm is not even for gilding, but a real and simple emotion. So Yu Qie, with the keenness of a writer, can also perceive what the soldiers of the Seventh Company need most?
Of course, these were not empty declarations of war, but real people. The soldiers of the Seventh Company came here not to get promoted or make money, but to protect their families.

"Yu Qie!" Liu Jiaju came over, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​leaving a light on? Do you know that the people in the Seventh Company are not only children? Do you know that they all have a big family?" Everyone looked at Yu Qie, wanting to know how the writer would answer.

Gong Xue, who had been a soldier for seven or eight years, also wiped away her tears, pursed her lips, and tried to look in Yu Qie's direction through her tear-blurred vision.

Yu Qie shook his head and said, "I don't know...but I know that whoever destroys my country will destroy my home. If I defend my home, I will defend my country!"

Liu Jiaju, who is already 53 years old, burst into tears upon hearing this:
"Yu Qie, I was in Korea that year, I was only 19 years old, I didn't know how to fight, nor how to save the dying and the wounded, I went there to be a cultural teacher... I was specifically telling stories to the soldiers in the liberated areas, encouraging them and supervising them - later on there was nothing to eat or drink, my brothers asked me to 'educate' them, I didn't talk about any doctrines!"

"I said, please look at the North Koreans, please look at yourself, don't let your mother go hungry, don't let your son go without clothes - they raised their guns and said, fuck, you said that, I'll charge again!"

The show was about to end, and everyone was ready to go home. After several days of travel and months of preparation, with so many people from all over the country, it only took four hours on this small dirt hill. It was certainly meaningful.

Feng Gong asked Yu Qie: "What are you going to do next?"

"I still have to continue collecting folk songs, write a novel, and then go back to Yenching University to study. What about you?"

"I'm going to other locations to perform a few more shows," Feng Gong said.

"You all are not having a good time. I am not having a good time either. I have to go to Mount Fakaka tomorrow." The person who spoke was Li Shuangjiang.

Zhu Shimao asked: "Is your voice okay?"

Li Shuangjiang swallowed his saliva and said, "Tomorrow it will be fine again. I will really go to Mount Fakaka. Lao Feng, we will go the same way."

Yu Qie asked, "Where are the actresses?"

"The actresses really have to leave. There are too many of them and they need someone to take care of them. After all, they are not as useful as men."

The soldiers of the Seventh Company took every opportunity to take photos and sign autographs with the crowd. The soldiers and Yu Qie exchanged gifts.

One soldier said, "I like your novels, Yu Qie, and I also like Gong Xue. Can you two take a photo with me?"

"Of course." The two answered at the same time. Gong Xue held the soldier's submachine gun, and Yu Qie held the little soldier's helmet. Because the strap of the little soldier's helmet was originally too small, Yu Qie didn't fit it well. He worked hard for a while but couldn't adjust it.

So Gong Xue helped Yu Qie adjust the strap of his helmet. "So slow!"

This is a Type 70 helmet produced in the 80s. When the counter-attack broke out, the helmet was not finalized and was used directly, with good results.

"Yu Qie, there are things you don't know too?" Gong Xue said with a smile, "I used to be a soldier. I guess you haven't been one, what a pity."

"I studied at Yanda University. I wonder if you have studied there," said Yu Qie.

Gong Xue was just about to say, "You're a good talker but you don't know how to wear a helmet," when a phone call suddenly came from the camp. Several people hurriedly ran to answer the phone, and then came over to look at Yu Qie.

　I was also surprised to find that Gong Xue really helped a soldier hold a submachine gun, because it shouldn't have been given to other people.

　　I will update at normal time tomorrow. I was drinking before and the time was delayed.

　　Because the production volume of the Type 80 helmets was too large, they were not used up. So decades later, when Lu was short of money, he brought out the Type 80 helmets and Type 59 helmets, which were old antiques, in his New Year greetings video to the people across the country.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)