"Comrades and brothers here, I am Wang Yan, and I pay tribute to the comrades who guard the border!
When I came this morning, the comrade who picked me up at our regiment headquarters was named Qiu Fangjie. As soon as he saw me, he told me, Comrade Wang Yan, you have come to our regiment. I was thinking at that time, I have never been to our group, so you are not being polite to me. As a result, Comrade Qiu Fangjie told me that now my name is widely spread in our Yunnan Province Military Region, and everyone who has never heard of it knows that I am a good storyteller.
This made me feel flattered, but at the same time, I was also proud. Why are you proud? Because it brings fun to the majority of comrades, it also lets everyone know about the heroes of ancient China, modern China, and our party. We will not forget the revolutionary deeds of our heroes, and we must inherit their revolutionary spirit.
Although everyone knows me, I still want to introduce myself to you... Today, the hero we are talking about is still my fellow countryman. He is one of the founders and leaders of our Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. His name is Zhao Shangzhi.
... Then there is another figure who is also the leader of the Anti-Japanese Alliance. Everyone should be familiar with it and have heard his name more or less, that is our General Yang Jingyu..."
In the mountains on a plateau of more than 3,000 meters, the red sun penetrated the clouds and fell on every soldier who sat and listened to the story with his hands folded in his sleeves. Their faces are red and chapped, their lips are peeled, and their skin is rough, but their blood is hot.
The soldiers formed a circle. They sat very close to each other to keep warm and avoid the wind. They also wanted to hear the sound of the speaker in the middle clearly and eliminate the annoying sound of the diesel generator in the distance.
Wang Yan stood in the middle of more than a thousand people, holding a microphone and telling stories in circles. From time to time, I have to interact with the soldiers.
His performance form is still very complex. It can be regarded as storytelling, stand-up comedy, or a non-offensive talk show. Because he not only tells stories, but also has the humor of cross talk, communicates with the soldiers at any time, and has the irregularity of a talk show.
The soldiers welcomed him very much, mainly because they wanted to gain more knowledge, know what ruthless combat heroes are, and also know more about the fearless spirit of sacrifice.
It has been a month and a half since I left the art troupe to perform solo, which is longer than the original one month. The main reason is that every time Wang Yan goes to a place, he receives extremely high praise from all the officers and soldiers, which is fed back to the division headquarters and then to the military headquarters. The military headquarters then spreads it to other division headquarters and other regiment headquarters under his command. Of course, it also spread to other armies.
The performance task this time was with the 14th Army, but many groups that were not originally on the performance list were all added as Wang Yan's performance progressed. As a result, Wang Yan's performance became a real army tour. Half of the soldiers in the army have listened to Wang Yan's book and his singing of 'We are soldiers' which has become better and better.
Wang Yan also talked about many heroes. Needless to say, Dong Cunrui, Qiu Shaoyun, Huang Jiguang, etc. were also present, as were the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain. This is to follow the instructions of the leaders of the Political Department and talk less about ancient times and more about the heroes of the Anti-Japanese War and the period of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea. However, he did not mention the figures in the National Army. They were all from the Red Army, Eighth Route Army, and New Fourth Army at that time, and they had to be safe.
The leader asked him to talk, but he didn't let him talk nonsense. After all, the current environment is not right. Although Mr. Peng had already left at this time, he dared to tell Mr. Peng and many others to give it a try. Of course he has this sensitivity, but he won't cause trouble for himself.
Here, today, is the last stop of Wang Yan's performance. After finishing here, and being given a farewell by the regiment leaders, he sat in the truck he came from and drove for two and a half days, arriving near In the evening, we finally returned to the art troupe in Mengzi.
"Reporting to the political commissar, the performance mission has been successfully completed, please give instructions."
The first time he came back, Wang Yan carried his equipment and reported to the political commissar's office. When you knock on the door and enter, you step forward with clicking steps, making a clanking sound on the floor, and stand at attention neatly and powerfully to salute.
"Stomp lightly, don't you hear the floor creaking?" Ning Shan scolded, already walked out from behind the desk, asked Wang Yan to sit down, and made tea for Wang Yan with a smile on his face.
"You really made me proud when you went out this time. The chief fully affirmed and recognized the work of our art troupe and commended you personally.
Didn’t you submit your manuscript to People’s Liberation Army Literature and Art before you left? They made a special call to open a column on Chinese heroes. Your more than 300,000 words will be published in that column and spread throughout the army.
And the song "We Are Soldiers" that you wrote, Lao Liao sent the song to the song and dance troupe of the General Political Department. It was highly praised and has been forwarded to the art troupes of major military regions. At the same time, Fang Hongmin was invited to the capital to record. Lao Liao went over to guide the band. Everyone has come back and the music has been played on the radio.
Finally, after research by the regiment and approval by the Political Department, you will be promoted to the front row under special circumstances and your salary will be set to Level 22. "
"Thank you to the party, thank you to the country, thank you to the political commissar and the head of the political department. I will serve the people wholeheartedly, serve the vast number of soldiers, and create more works." Wang Yan stood up and saluted, speaking loudly.
"Okay, sit down. You are still young, only twenty years old. Although you are an art soldier, your treatment is treatment, and attention is attention. Work hard in the future, and no one will treat you badly."
Ningshan waved his hands, seeming to have remembered something, and said, "By the way, your song troupe will reward you with 20 yuan. For those manuscripts you wrote, the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art will give you 30 yuan as a manuscript fee. It will be specially given to you to accompany the publications. I sent it here, Liu Feng got it for you, they are all in your dormitory."
Wang Yan nodded, put down his marching equipment, took out a stack of thick notebooks from a bag, and placed them on the table.
"This is a manuscript I wrote during the performance. The head of the Political Department last time gave instructions, so I must complete it. So this time I mainly write about the heroes from the Red Army period, the Eighth Route Army, and the New Fourth Army period.
Political Commissar, you wanted to keep a copy of the manuscript, so I copied it out again. But let me tell you first, political commissar, this is just one copy, and I will never copy it separately in the future. This time I wrote more than 400,000 words. I didn’t feel anything wrong while writing, but it was really uncomfortable to copy. I have made three copies this time. Please take a look and send them to the chief for review. I will leave a copy here and send it to the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art after the leadership has finished reviewing it. "
"How much? More than 400,000?" Although he wrote about more than 300,000 a month ago, Ningshan was still surprised, "Oh my, they are launching satellites, you are really productive. Okay, I I knew you were right, so I will send it to the chief tomorrow."
You know, Wang Yan's daily schedule is basically quite full, and he can't stay in one place for too long. I only have time to write when I stay overnight in various places every night.
Wang Yan nodded with a smile and asked: "I also have cigarettes, tea, cans and other things sent to me by the regiment leaders from various places. They are so enthusiastic that I can't even ask for them. Can you get some, political commissar?"
"Can I still care about that little thing of yours?" Ningshan glared, got up, went to his desk, opened the cabinet, and took out a strip of flowers, "Take it, get out of here."
"Then I won't be polite to you, political commissar. I have to take a shower quickly. Although I can take a shower in ten days and a half, my clothes are all stained and I have to leave."
Wang Yancai was not polite. He stuffed the cigarette into his bag, packed it up and left immediately.
Ningshan watched Wang Yan leave and went to make a phone call with a smile...
"Wang Yan? You're back. Didn't you say a month? It's been more than half a month." Seeing Wang Yan coming in through the door, Liu Feng enthusiastically stepped forward to help, muttering with concern.
Everyone in the dormitory was there, playing poker out of boredom. It's actually getting cold outside, which is not inconsistent with the temperature in Mengzi. It's still cold when it should be, and people are reluctant to move. Unlike in spring and summer, after practice every day, we still play table tennis, basketball and other sports activities.
Others, including Chen Can and Zhu Ke, also greeted Wang Yan with a smile. Chen Can and Zhu Ke were still the same, fake, a bit reluctant, and seemed to be coping with things, which was very uncomfortable. sincere.
Wang Yan responded with a smile, handed the bag he was carrying to Liu Feng, untied his marching rucksack, and replied: "Isn't this so good that it has spread around? The regiment leaders have asked me to If we want to perform, how can we refuse? We are here to serve the soldiers. So this time, not a single regiment was left behind, and the 14th Army performed it from beginning to end."
"You are so awesome."
Hearing Wang Yan's pretentious words, Guan Dongming agreed and then sighed.
"Hey, Wang Yan, you don't know, right? During your absence, Fang Hongmin and Lao Liao went to the capital to record songs. The song you wrote is now being played on the radio. I heard Lao Liao say, National promotion.”
Liu Feng answered: "Yes, Wang Yan, you have also passed the submission to the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art. They sent you a magazine with your article. That is the bag on your bed. I heard from the political commissar that it was returned to you. Thirty yuan royalties."
"I already know. When I came back, I went to report to the political commissar. He told me something. He also said that composing this song was good, and the group wanted to reward me with ten yuan. Hey, he also gave me a Zhonghua. "
While he was talking, Wang Yan had already unpacked his luggage, opened the pocket he brought back, and took out things from it.
"These are the cigarettes, tea leaves, and some canned pork and beef that the leaders of each group gave me after my performance. Come on, come on, don't be polite, one pack of Chinese for each person, one box of canned food for each person. But don't show off, it will affect It’s not very good after all.”
Wang Yan opened the Huazi generously and threw a box to each person. The cans were placed there and Liu Feng helped distribute them. Chen Can and Zhu Ke didn't say any words of rejection, they just pretended to be polite and accepted it with a smile.
The same is probably true for everyone else, but Liu Feng is the most sincere. He really thinks about Wang Yan.
But after accepting it, he was also very happy. Wang Yan didn't need to use his thousand-year-old brain to think. He could think of the whereabouts of Liu Feng's canned food just by using his heels...
After chatting and joking for a long time, answering these people's questions, Wang Yan also packed up his things, and even read the magazines sent to him by the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art, as well as the royalties.
As the political commissar Ning Shan told him, he opened a column called "Chinese Hero", which published the article he wrote about Lu Xuemin. In addition, at the printing office, I also wrote an introduction to him, including his life experience and current workplace, as well as the address of the art troupe.
Although he also accepts submissions from other people, in the face of more than 300,000 words of manuscripts, he is the columnist, and this column is specially opened for him. What's more, he still has more than 400,000 words of manuscripts that have not been submitted.
As for the manuscript fee, it is purely the hard-earned money given to him for writing a lot of words. If he had followed the royalties system of the 1950s and 1960s, he would have been able to make ends meet with this book...
After tidying up and grabbing a set of clean clothes, Wang Yan carried the basin and wandered to the bathhouse.
After a month and a half, the power of his manuscripts and songs had been fully demonstrated. The comrades he met on the road greeted him more warmly, were more lively, and even talked to him.
It was a lot cleaner in the bathhouse, firstly because it was already the end of bathing and there weren't many people inside. Secondly, they met naked in a bathhouse. Wang Yan was dressed in muscles that were cut by swords and axes, and more importantly, he had strong capital. Others were a little embarrassed to approach, still afraid of contrast...
After taking a hot bath, scrubbing away the accumulated dirt on my body, and washing my winter cotton military uniform and other clothes, the bell for dinner was already ringing.
Wang Yan put on his clothes and walked back energetically.
When we arrived not far from the dormitory, we bumped into a group of laughing female soldiers.
"I just heard someone said you were back. I still didn't believe it. Are you really back?" Hao Shuwen greeted her with a loud voice from afar.
"What, I can't come back?"
"Hey, I don't have anything nice to say when we meet. I don't even need to talk to you."
"Okay, I haven't seen you for more than a month, why do you pinch me when we meet?" Xiao Suizi smiled and stretched out her hand, "Comrade Wang Yan, welcome home."
"Hey, it has to be Comrade Xiao Suizi." Wang Yan laughed and shook hands with her, his hands soft and soft, and he let go at the first touch.
"Comrade Wang Yan, welcome home." Hao Shuwen directly grasped Wang Yan's hand and shook it back and forth.
"Pay attention to the impact, Comrade Hao Shuwen, there are so many people, what does it look like to fight?"
Lin Dingding caught the contradiction again: "Does that mean there aren't so many people like this anymore?"
"It's okay for you to know, but you still have to say it? It's so outrageous in broad daylight, with everything clear."
"I'll beat you to death, you stinking gangster." Hao Shuwen blushed, and Bang Bang hit Wang Yan's arm with two fists.
"Okay, okay, stop making trouble. I'm so hungry that my chest is pressed to my belly. Go back to dry the clothes and get the lunch box."
Wang Yan waved his hands with a smile and was about to leave.
Lin Dingding greeted: "No, we haven't welcomed you yet. Comrade Wang Yan, welcome home."
Seeing her extend her hand, Wang Yan shook his head in amusement, but still held it: "It's like the leader is expressing condolences."
Even so, she still shook hands with Xiao Baere, Zhuoma and others who were joining in the fun, and then left amid the delicate smiles of the female soldiers.
Not far away, Chen Can and Zhu Ke stood together, silently watching the excitement of Wang Yan and the female soldiers here...
Wang Yan was very fast and hung the cotton-padded jacket to dry on the clothesline downstairs. He took the other clothes to the dormitory, which were all single clothes inside and needed to be dried faster.
After doing this, Wang Yan took his lunch box and went to the cafeteria to eat. Today’s dinner is dumplings stuffed with cabbage...
I packed a box full as usual and ran to the kitchen to get some soy sauce and a head of garlic.
Everything was scarce. When Wang Yan poured soy sauce, the chief secretary was watching, fearing that he had poured too much. Many people come here without soy sauce.
Carrying the dumplings, he arrived at the fixed dining table. As expected, Liu Feng was a warm man again today. He cooked noodles for Lin Dingding and sat opposite Lin Dingding again.
"Wang Yan, come and sit here. Liu Feng said that you visited all the regiments of the 14th Army this time. Tell us about it." This was Lin Dingding's warm greeting.
Her enthusiasm made Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi look askance at her.
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and walked over again.
Sitting next to Hao Shuwen, He Xiaoping quickly stood up and said, "You can sit here."
Without refusing, Wang Yan sat down next to Hao Shuwen with a smile and gave Hao Shuwen a look of "you're good".
He asked He Xiaoping with a smile: "How are you? Are you getting used to it?"
"adapted."
"Where's the medicine I prescribed for your father last time?"
"Sent it, but I didn't receive a reply."
"Next time you write a letter to your father, ask him to write down his physical condition in detail, and explain everything he feels. Then I will take a look at the situation and prescribe him some medicine."
He Xiaoping nodded solemnly: "Okay, thank you, Wang Yan."
"We are all comrades-in-arms. No need to be polite. Let's eat."
Seeing that Wang Yan had spoken to He Xiaoping, Lin Dingding looked at Wang Yan with a smile and pushed the lunch box at hand over.
"Hey, Liu Feng worked hard today and cooked noodles for me again. You two can eat these dumplings."
Xiao Suizi, who was looking at Wang Yan with a smile, turned his eyes to Lin Dingding, who was smiling and laughing next to him...
"Thank you, Comrade Liu Feng."
"Look at you..." Lin Dingding pretended to be unhappy.
"I'm going straight to the source." Wang Yan smiled and put half of it into his lunch box, and pushed the rest to Liu Feng through Hao Shuwen.
While picking up garlic, he changed the subject, "How are you, comrades, during the month and a half I've been away?"
"It's still like that, how can you be as wonderful as you? If you are not in the art troupe, your legend is still everywhere in our troupe.
The article you wrote was published, and the song you wrote was promoted nationwide. It seems that the teachers have listened to the song you wrote and read the article you wrote. It is really enviable. "
Lin Dingding's eyes seemed to be shining with admiration.
"Maybe it's just luck. I didn't expect that reading stories to the soldiers during training would be so popular. I've never written anything before, but I just published it as soon as I wrote it.
As for the song he wrote, it was all Lao Liao's credit. He put a lot of effort into it, and he lost two pounds in just a few days. "
Little Ballet answered on the side: "Wang Yan, what you said is so irritating. What does it mean to become popular as soon as you talk about it, and publish it as soon as you write it. Besides, Lao Liao said that the lyrics and music are all yours. I haven’t changed at all. Excessive modesty is just pride.”
"There's nothing I can do about it. The result is here now. I'm just proud of everything I say. Then I won't pretend anymore. Let's show off. I am proud."
After hearing Wang Yan's words, everyone laughed.
"I finally admit it. I see your tail has already reached the sky." Hao Shuwen took Wang Yan's chopped garlic again.
Lin Dingding spoke again: "Wang Yan, tell us, what is this journey like?"
"It's not like everyone has never been to a performance before. They are all the same and nothing special. If I have to say it, it is very cold. But the soldiers are the same. They listen as long as I speak..."
While joking, Wang Yan also told everyone some interesting stories. After all, it's impossible for nothing to happen for such a long time, and there are still many interesting things.
After such a dinner, Wang Yan followed everyone to wash the lunch boxes. Hao Shuwen was next to him this time, no longer hiding.
Instead, he came even closer: "I said, you still owe me a meal of braised pork. You have been away for more than a month. Didn't you forget it?"
"You are a lesbian after all, so don't open your mouth and shut up like a fool." Wang Yan replied in a low voice, "I haven't done anything yet, but you scolded me first."
"You care so much. My dad has been scolding people like this since I was a child." Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes, "It seems that the Chinese New Year is coming. Can't this year's debt be carried over to next year?"
"Do you have any tasks tomorrow?"
"I just came back yesterday and have to rest for two days."
"Then tomorrow night, I'll make sure you have all you can eat."
"Nonsense, I've already finished dinner, won't I feel full if I eat a little?"
"Won't you eat less?"
Wang Yan looked like a fool, gave her a look to understand, shook the water on the lunch box, and walked away swaying.
Hao Shuwen curled her lips, looked at Xiao Suizi who was paying attention to their movements, leaned closer and whispered: "Tell me tomorrow night."
"You're just anxious. Wouldn't it be the same if you asked me tomorrow? He's been running around for a month and he can't rest."
"I'm afraid that he will forget, so I have to remind him. I'm telling you, you have to urge him, otherwise there may not be any letter next year."
Immediately, the two of them followed the flow of people and left the cafeteria and walked towards the dormitory building.
After just two steps out, I heard someone greeting: "Suizi! Xiao Suizi!"
Everyone looked over together and saw that it was Chen Can. Then, with a tacit understanding, they all turned their attention to Xiao Suizi.
"You guys go first, I'll wait for Sui Zi here." Hao Shuwen saw Xiao Sui Zi's reluctance, but it was difficult to speak with so many people, so she made a choice for her.
Xiao Suizi glanced at Hao Shuwen, let out a long breath, turned towards Chen Can, and stopped some distance away: "What are you doing?"
"Suizi, you were never like this before."
"Are you okay?" Xiao Suizi didn't answer.
This made Chen Can very sad, although he didn't know how long he had been hurt. No, he knew that it started after Wang Yan beat him.
Every time he saw Xiao Suizi looking at him like a stranger, and thinking back to Xiao Suizi in the past, Chen Can felt particularly stabbed in his heart, which made him want to stab Wang Yan...
He said, "There are too many people here. Come with me."
"It's okay, I'm leaving."
"Wait a minute." Chen Can quickly stopped and stepped forward, "I have two cans of beef here for you to eat."
It was already good that he could apologize to Xiao Suizi before. Now he pressed his warm face against Xiao Suizi's cold ass, which was already the greatest courage. This already made him feel that his self-esteem was being trampled on by Xiao Suizi.
"No, you can keep it for yourself." Xiao Suizi glanced at him, turned around and left...
In a deserted corner near the cafeteria, Lin Dingding leaned against the wall.
She said delicately: "Liu Feng, why did you bring me here?"
"I got something good for you, look what it is!"
"Yeah, canned! It's made from beef!" Lin Dingding was not polite at all. He picked it up from Liu Feng's hand and looked at the words on it. He was surprised, and then blinked and looked at Liu Feng with his big eyes. "For me?"
"Of course, I left it specially for you." The big eyes flickered, and every time they flickered, they hit Liu Feng's heart.
"Where did it come from?"
"Wang Yan was performing outside, and the troupe leaders from various places saw that he performed well and gave him some. Not just cans, but also Chinese cigarettes.
He gave each of us a box of cigarettes and a can of canned food, some with pork and some with beef. I don't smoke, so I didn't ask for it. I'll keep the canned food for you.
But don't tell others. I think Wang Yan didn't have a few cans, so he divided them all among us. It won't be good if you tell others. "
"I love beef the most. Thank you, Liu Feng, you are so kind to me~"
"As long as you like it." Liu Feng smiled, "Hurry up and pretend, don't let others see it. Let's go back."
"Um……"
The two of them turned out of the deserted corner one after another, and this empty corner was just like Chen Can's heart that had been stabbed a thousand times, damp, cold, and without sunlight.
Chen Can watched dejectedly as Xiao Suizi and Hao Shuwen walked away together, standing there motionless, blowing the cold wind...
"Suizi, what does he want from you?"
"I got two boxes of canned beef somewhere, but I don't want them."
Hao Shuwen didn't understand very much: "What happened to you and Chen Can? Didn't you really like to love him in the past?"
It's not just her, other people have asked her this many times, but Xiao Suizi has always been perfunctory and confused.
In fact, during the past month and a half when Wang Yan was away from the art troupe, Chen Can was actively approaching Xiao Suizi, but Xiao Suizi never pretended to be so.
This is of course abnormal. If it had been before, Chen Canru would have laughed out of Xiao Suizi's face, even in her dreams.
"It doesn't matter if you like her or not, it's just that you have some good impressions." Xiao Suizi shook her head, "But don't talk about it outside. It doesn't matter if everyone says I like Chen Can. I won't admit it anyway."
"Then what's going on? I'm very curious. Please tell me."
"Actually, it's nothing. When we were having lunch one time, the atmosphere at the table of male soldiers was not right. In fact, I had noticed that day. Chen Can kept a straight face, as if something had happened to him.
Then after he finished eating, I caught up with him and asked him what happened..."
"That's all?"
"Is this a small thing? I didn't offend him, so why did he lose his temper with me? Anyway, I have clearly seen who he is from that day, so I must stay away from him.
At the beginning, it was indeed quite uncomfortable, after all, it had been so long. But later I got used to it and realized it was nothing. Now it's fine. "
Hao Shuwen nodded: "You did the right thing. I took it out on you before we got along. Then if we really get married in the future, how can we live together? I just scold him now, but I won't be able to do it in the future."
"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore. It's so annoying. Oh, take a few steps quickly. It's not too cold."
When they returned to the dormitory, the process was the same. Make a jar to dry some water and pour a basin of water for washing your feet. Then he went to bed, reading a book and knitting a sweater.
A room full of female soldiers was lively and quiet for a while. I never knew which sentence set off the discussion.
While they were laughing and joking, the dormitory door was pushed open, and naturally it was Lin Dingding who often came home late.
"Why did you come back early today? Are you not flirting with Director Wu anymore?" Zhuoma teased.
"I'm not stupid, how cold is it outside?" Lin Dingding rolled her eyes, closed the door and entered the house, poured some hot water into her basin, then took out the can from her pocket and put it in with a clang.
This sound attracted the attention of the women in the room.
Hao Shuwen was on the bed next to her. She stretched her neck and took a look, and said in surprise: "Canned food, or meat, did Director Wu give it to you?"
Lin Dingding chuckled: "No."
"That's Dr. Zhang."
"No."
Her mysterious manner made everyone curious. Little Ballet guessed: "Liu Feng?"
"Hey, it's close, but not really."
"Hurry up, who is this mysterious person?" Hao Shuwen urged impatiently.
"Whoever is the most popular in our group recently is the one!"
When Lin Dingding said this, only one name flashed in everyone's mind.
Zhuoma, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, jumped down: "Wang Yan?"
Xiao Suizi, who was on the upper bunk, stuck her head out, but she didn't speak. Hao Shuwen raised an objection: "Can't you?"
"What's not possible?" Little Ballet answered, "Lin Dingding is so beautiful and has a good figure. What man wouldn't be fascinated by her? Wang Yan is no exception."
"From what you said, it sounds like I'm a vixen."
"What do you think?"
"Go to hell."
Xiao Suizi asked: "Where did Wang Yan get the canned food?"
"He is such a good storyteller that league leaders from all over the country have sent him a lot of cigarettes, wine, cans, etc. Don't tell anyone. It will have a negative impact on others if they know about it."
Hao Shuwen asked hesitantly: "Are you two getting along?"
"Look what you said, can you give me a can of wine? Liu Feng is always cooking noodles for me. This is a pure revolutionary friendship, don't talk nonsense."
Zhuomaqi said: "I haven't seen you say a few words, so why did I just send you canned food?"
Lin Dingding smiled and said nothing...
Thanks to brother (Yasuo and Doraemon) for the reward of 500 coins for continued support.
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Thank you to all the brothers who recommended me for your support,
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(End of chapter)
