As the lights-out signal sounded, Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi entered the dormitory.
"What are you two doing? If you don't come back, we will have to find the squad leader." Seeing her two people coming back, Zhuoma asked in greeting.
"I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. The two of us walked around together to get some fresh air." Hao Shuwen replied, which was an excuse the two of them came up with at random.
I had already figured it out before. The two of them came back late, and Wang Yan also came back late. This cannot be hidden. You can find out by asking around. But the good thing is that Wang Yan is one person and they are two people, which eliminates many people's messy and improper thoughts. Although such a possibility cannot be ruled out, Hao Shuwen's father is a big boss and everyone knows what kind of person Xiao Suizi is, unless the world goes crazy.
Hao Shuwen responded and changed the topic, not giving others a chance to talk nonsense.
"Lin Dingding, Wang Yan didn't send you canned food today?"
The topic was transferred very well. In the darkness and under the moonlight, Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi exchanged glances, showing a tacit smile.
Sure enough, Little Ballet smiled and said, "Lin Dingding, aren't you having a tryst with Wang Yan outside tonight?"
Lin Dingding shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing. It's not good to spread it."
"Hey, are you still afraid that the news will spread? What do Director Wu and Doctor Zhang say? Everyone knows it. And Liu Feng, who is the pacesetter of our regiment, is also hanging around you."
"Looking at what you said, your consciousness is too low. In Wang Yan's words, it is a pure revolutionary friendship. Everyone is just taking care of me. Put away your dirty thoughts."
Xiao Suizi groped for the things she was packing in the dark, played with the hot water to soak her feet, and asked, "Ding Ding, how do you feel about Wang Yan?"
"Didn't I tell you before, Wang Yan is a good person. Look, he is good-looking, tall, and can write articles, storytellers, and songs. He behaved so well this time Well, the regiment must give him a promotion, he has a bright future. Oh, for me, as I said before, Wang Yan has no parents, relatives or friends, that is, most of them are sons-in-law.
I just don’t have parents or relatives to help me, and maybe money is tight, so I don’t think I can count on it. If you borrow money, you will have to pay it back later, which is not necessary. Anyway, he has a future, and everything will definitely be fine in the future. If anyone marries him, his life will definitely get better and better.
Generally speaking, if Wang Yan is in our regiment, except for those cadres and sons, the conditions will be among the best. Hao Shuwen, Sui Zi, you two are very close to Wang Yan, do you really have no idea at all? "
Zhuoma curled her lips: "What you said is superfluous. I'm sending you cans, and I'm having a tryst with you. What do you want our dorm principal and Xiao Suizi to say?"
"Hey, Dolma is right, you are just superfluous and are making trouble, aren't you?" Little Ballet answered and said.
"I'm just asking. I tried to persuade them both before, but I didn't expect them to send me canned food." Lin Dingding looked aggrieved.
However, both Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi noticed that Lin Dingding did not use the terms "he" and "Wang Yan", but in the context, he also pointed out Wang Yan...
Hao Shuwen rubbed her feet back and forth and said with a smile: "I'm telling you, Lin Dingding, don't be too happy. You are surrounded by a group of men all day long. Most people can't stand this. You are too attractive to men."
"I can't help it. We are all comrades in the same regiment. If they take care of me, I can't scold them."
Lin Dingding's pretentious tone made Xiao Suizi feel numb all over, and she said angrily: "Can you please speak properly? What are you doing?"
"I have goosebumps all over my body." Hao Shuwen rubbed her arms back and forth.
"How about there are not many gay men looking after you..." Lin Dingding laughed.
"No, our dormitory master is good at everything, but the threshold at home is too high, which discourages the gay men in our group." Little Ballet said the truth, which was recognized by everyone.
Just now we were chatting about Wang Yan, but in an instant we were talking about the cadres' children...
When Wang Yan returned to the dormitory, he was not asleep yet, but he had just packed up his things and lay down on the bed.
"Why did you come back so late?" Liu Feng still cared about his comrades.
"It's not like I went out to perform for a while, and I had some ideas in my mind, thinking about writing a song. I held it in for a long time, but I didn't even get a single word out."
Guan Dongming smiled and said: "I heard that those powerful people write lyrics and compose music at the same time. Why do you have to work so hard?"
"Shut up, you do what you want. Wang Yan has finally written a song, and the teachers have agreed that it will be promoted nationwide. You understand."
It was Chen Can who spoke. Everyone was ignoring the previous conflicts, including Chen Can and Zhu Ke. They had adapted well and occasionally joked with Wang Yan. Maybe he is holding back his bad feelings, after all, he knows himself and his enemy. Anyone who gets beaten up will still hold a grudge.
Wang Yan knew these things very well, but he didn't care. It just depends on what they can get out of it.
"What Dong Ming said is right, it does exist. But people are different. My level is low and I don't have deep accumulation. I just wrote a song by luck. How can I compare with those of you guys?"
While talking, he also soaked his feet in hot water, ordered some Chinese subs, and chatted with everyone without saying a word. After getting over the matter of returning home late, he packed up and went to bed...
The next morning, in the auditorium of the cultural troupe, hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at the stage. Wang Yan stood upright, flanked by political commissar Ning Shan and relevant leaders of the Political Department.
"Comrade Wang Yan has successfully completed the tour mission of the 14th Army..."
Yes, this was a commendation meeting for Wang Yan. In simple and concise words, Wang Yan was recognized and affirmed for his work of writing songs, writing articles, publishing articles, and touring storytellers. At the same time, it was also announced that Wang Yan had passed the party membership During the inspection period, he successfully joined the party and was given the news that he would be promoted to the official platoon.
Encourage Wang Yan to create more excellent works and make persistent efforts to enrich the spiritual and entertainment life of front-line officers and soldiers. He calls on all comrades of the art troupe to learn from Comrade Wang Yan.
After a ceremony, the team disbanded and went about their own business. Wang Yan, along with the political commissar and other regiment leaders, sent the leaders of the Political Department away.
Wang Yan and Ningshan walked back.
"Your performance this time was very successful. The leaders of the troupe from all over the country have reported it and said that your speech was good. Although many of them were heroes, they were not overly sad. What they said was interesting and the content was profound. I hope you will go again. Once, many soldiers have never heard of it. It happens that the New Year will be in just over a month, and you are familiar with every place, so the leader instructed you to go there again before the new year, so that the soldiers can celebrate the New Year happily, and tomorrow Set off."
"Yes!" Wang Yan responded simply. This is what he does. The soldiers like it, so he is naturally happy. He just obeys the order and obeys the command.
"Oh, that's right." Ningshan said with a smile on his face, "The chief has read your manuscript worth more than 400,000 yuan and said it can be published so that you can write more and better works. He also said You know so many heroes, many people don’t even know him.”
"Hey, it's only been two days, right? The chief is quite free."
"How are you talking?" Ningshan glared at Wang Yan, "I heard that your kid went to the kitchen to turn on the stove yesterday?"
"Old Zhang is unjust. It's useless for me to worry about his wife and children." Old Zhang is the chief of staff, his name is Zhang Songjiang, he is also from the Northeast, and he is chubby. As a small logistics leader in charge of food, accommodation and other matters, I would not be in this position if I were not fat.
"Don't come here. Lao Zhang is reporting it to me. After all, the impact will not be good. You should be more careful. If you become a commotion for the whole group, I won't punish you."
"The political commissar is such a good person, he must have asked me to write a review."
"Review? You must record a demerit!" Ning Shan threatened Wang Yan, but when he saw that the latter was smiling and didn't care, he shook his head and laughed, and then asked curiously, "If you don't start a small stove by yourself, do you follow the others in our group?" Lesbian, right?”
"What about that, political commissar, I'll go back and get ready. Let's go first." Wang Yan waved his hand, turned around and ran away. The old boy was quite trustworthy.
Ningshan shook his head in a funny way, put his hands behind his back, and left with a swaying hum, "We are soldiers." This is a general under his command. Every time he goes out and wanders around, his performance as a direct leader increases by one point, and he has a bright future...
Back in the rehearsal room, people who were preparing to warm up gathered around and congratulated Comrade Wang Yan on his progress.
"Congratulations, Wang Yan, you have been directly promoted to the front row, and you are still so young, your future is unlimited." Lin Dingding stood in front of him and spoke to Wang Yan in a sweet voice.
Wang Yan waved his hands repeatedly: "Comrade Lin Dingding, I have to criticize you. We serve the vast number of soldiers, and even more, the people. No matter whether it is promoted or not, no matter what the treatment, the party and the country will never Let's go hungry.
No matter what, we must do our job well, and there is no saying that there is no future. As the saying goes, silkworms will die when they die, and tears will dry up when wax torches turn to ashes. I just want to serve the soldiers and the people for the rest of my life. "
"Well said!" Liu Feng applauded.
Others also gave Wang Yan applause. They had no choice but to say this.
"Yes, yes, my consciousness is low. We all must learn this spirit of dedication from Comrade Wang Yan in the future." Lin Dingding's eyes were full of admiration, and there was a hint of amorous feelings.
Watching this made Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi feel nauseous, watching made Liu Feng feel disgusted, and watching other comrades started making noises and was about to start a fight.
Wang Yan smiled at Lin Dingding, waved his hand, and said, "Okay, okay, I have already felt the congratulations from comrades, let's all leave. Don't say that you are in the queue now, and you are treated like a true teacher. Whether I can play the suona well or not, I still have to practice."
As soon as these words came out, the whole crowd burst into laughter. Joking about your own shortcomings always makes people really laugh.
Everyone dispersed to warm up and prepare. Wang Yan went to get the suona and other things, left, and then went to his utility room.
"Wang Yan goes out to practice by himself every day. He looks very pitiful." Lin Dingding watched Wang Yan walk away and talked to the people around him.
"What's so pitiful about him? He's the most at ease. No one cares about him. When he's happy, he can practice. When he's unhappy, he can go out for a walk. How wonderful. Now that he's doing it again, he can still tell stories. He can take it when he comes back from a walk. A lot of good stuff, so nourishing."
"What do you know? Everyone needs friends. What's more, Wang Yan has no father or mother. Our regiment is his home, and our comrades are his relatives and friends. But he is always alone, how lonely he is."
Lin Dingding's words made Xiao Suizi on the side look sideways and said that he had learned something. She understood that Lin Dingding's intention was to build momentum for herself and spread rumors about her affair with Wang Yan. But what she had to admit was that what Lin Dingding said was so beautiful. No wonder so many men were surrounding her...
"Wang Yan, you must be careful. Let me tell you, Lin Dingding is too scheming."
In the utility room, after talking about everything from last night to this morning, Xiao Suizi had an expression of "I am doing this for your own good" and advised Wang Yan not to fall into Lin Dingding's gentle trap.
"I'm afraid I can't bear it..."
"You have to resist even if you can't." Hao Shuwen slapped her, thought for a moment, and said, "I heard from Suizi that Lin Dingding wants to discover your secret base. Are you considering moving your position? I'll tell you. Said, if she really comes to you, you will suffer."
Wang Yan shook his head in a funny way: "Although our group's place is not small, it's not very big. If you really want to find a place where you can't find it, how else did you get here? Lin Dingding is just a beautiful lesbian. She's not a wolf, a tiger, a leopard, a monster, why should I hide from her?"
"You're right. Anyway, just be careful. Suizi is right, she's too scheming, so it's better to stay away."
Hao Shuwen's eyes flickered, and she nodded in agreement with Wang Yan's words. Then she took out some bills from her pocket and handed them to Wang Yan, "Here, I only have so much money, and there are still some unused bills."
"This is mine. I gave you fifty yuan and I kept ten yuan." Xiao Suizi also took out the money and other tickets from his pocket.
"Then you're welcome." Wang Yan took it over with a smile, put it together, and counted them in a decent manner.
"Hey, when will we eat meat next time?"
"It's only been one night..."
"It's really interesting. There's no such thing as too much meat." Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes.
"I have some canned food there. You two can eat whatever you want. If you want to open a small stove again, it won't be until after the New Year."
Xiao Suizi asked curiously: "Why?"
"I'm going out to perform tomorrow. I'd better go through the 14th Army and perform for the other half of the soldiers who have never heard of it. Wouldn't it be the Chinese New Year after I go back again? Those pigs raised in our regiment will just wait. What about the New Year? We can only wait until after the New Year."
"Are you going again?" Xiao Suizi's tone was a bit disappointed.
"Isn't this our position? I am just a performer. Our performance tasks are so heavy, so we must travel more. I guess it will be the norm from now on. The time in the group is limited. Hey, there is really no way. The main reason is that I am too good. I said that the expressions on the two of you are not pretty, as if I am dead."
"Gungungun, I wish I could never see you again in this life. I'm afraid that you will steal my money, so please pay me back first and then give it to you." Hao Shuwen looked annoyed.
"You've got it all, and you still want to go back? You're beautiful. It's the same thing if you give me the money first and then eat later. Besides, why can't I exchange so many canned meats for money? I've given you an advantage, but you're not satisfied yet."
Wang Yan waved his hand, with a somewhat free and easy look, "Okay, go back quickly. How did Lin Dingding find out about this? I just followed you two. When the time comes, will you tell me whether I can give her anything? ? Don’t give it to anyone who meets you, give it to me, then I will actually give her something, and you two also gave her a testimony. It’s my fault too, for being too attractive to lesbians. Comrade Lin Dingding is such an attractive woman Comrades, they are all fascinated by me, it’s really..."
"Die, you... are gone, Suizi, you're going to stink every day."
"Let's go. I'll see you off tomorrow." Xiao Suizi's eyes were also flowing, and they were so radiant and pitiful, as if they had received the true inheritance of Lin Dingding...
Wang Yan watched the two people leave with a smile. Although cars and horses in this era are not so far away, once they are separated, it is always difficult to get immediate contact. It seems that distance in this era really creates beauty and makes the love stronger. This is the romance of the times. After all, it will be very different after a few decades, and distance can easily produce countless cuckolds.
The next day, the news that Wang Yan was leaving was widely known, and naturally it was people in the dormitory who spread the news. Everyone was concerned about Wang Yan and sent a few words of advice. After all, I have been there for more than a month, which is really a long time. So it was a bit noisy during the meal that day.
After breakfast, accompanied by Hao Shuwen, Xiao Suizi and...Lin Dingding, Liu Feng and others, Wang Yan was still in the same marching attire, still in the same military truck, and still smiling the same way. The ear-to-ear driver and assistant, Wang Yan once again embarked on the tour of the 14th Army.
On the last tour, after going through several groups, Wang Yan received a very warm welcome when he went to unfamiliar groups. It was the hustle and bustle of being dubious and giving face as his reputation spread. But when Wang Yan left, he sent him sincerely.
Now he was walking the same path as last time. Although most of the faces he faced were new faces and only a few were familiar faces, after arriving again after a month and a half, Wang Yan received a sincere welcome.
"Comrades, my name is Wang Yan, and I pay tribute to you. Although many of my comrades are new to me, I believe everyone knows my personal situation. I will not introduce myself nonsense and go directly to the topic. Who can tell me , who was it that I told my brothers about last time?"
"Lu Xuemin!"
"Okay, I talked about Lu Xuemin last time. You all probably know it from the comrades who have heard it, so I won't say more. Today I will tell you about the anti-Japanese hero of our Eighth Route Army period. He was the 129th Division of our Eighth Route Army. Commander of the 1st Regiment of the 386th Brigade, Ding Silin. You may not know much about the organization and reasons of our army during the Anti-Japanese War. Let me give you a rundown from the beginning. Back then..."
Although the soldiers were illiterate, they generally lacked cultural knowledge and did not understand these things. This is what Wang Yan must say in his story. Including talking about resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, we also talk about the general environment, talking about the participating troops, and then tracing the origin and past of the participating troops, the resumes of some commanders, etc. It is never about just talking about one person, but about giving soldiers a comprehensive understanding of strategy, tactics, and tactics. It just focuses on highlighting the heroes of local battles.
This is also the reason why soldiers like to listen to it, to broaden their horizons and increase their knowledge. Not to mention the soldiers, the regiment leaders were all listening attentively, and they didn’t know many things.
Of course, Wang Yan won't just say this. After all, such a large environment can only be talked about once, but a local battle has many heroes. So for the sake of fullness, he will also add many other things, such as talking about the commander on the opposite side and so on.
He could randomly name a soldier and place it on the foreign soldier who was killed by the fighting hero. He could highlight the rivalry between the two people and the local tension and excitement. He could even discuss with the big guy how the fighting hero should behave. To kill the enemy, I would like to talk about the use of the bayonet and the method of killing the enemy with bare hands. If it doesn't work, just make gestures with the soldiers. This is all trivial.
There are two themes, one is happiness and the other is conveying thoughts. The latter is even more important. After all, none of the performances in the art troupe are free, they all have a purpose. The fundamental reason why he is popular and recognized by leaders is that he conveys his thoughts happily and not boringly, and indeed has connotation.
With this ability, ordinary people cannot do it, and it is not easy for ordinary people to use it. It requires profound accumulation, extensive knowledge, a witty mind, and a sharp tongue. This is all under the care of the living father. Wang Yan has accumulated it through hard study. He never dares to forget the living father...
Wang Yan just walked everywhere, bringing himself new and different experiences, bringing happiness to the boring frontier officers and soldiers, bringing achievements to the leaders, and bringing satisfaction to the higher leaders...
Of course, he has not forgotten his mission. The head of the Political Department has said that he should continue to create more and better works. Well, on the basis of reading more than 400,000 words in two days, of course, even if I have not finished reading more than 400,000 words, I have only read half of it, which is very telling. Wang Yan had reason to believe that the chief was addicted to reading and asked him to write it quickly and wait to read it.
So he was still writing the article. This was a real creation, and he really didn't copy it.
But he finally 'created' another masterpiece after 'We Are Soldiers'...
On the plateau, in the headquarters of a certain regiment, the morning sun was very warm and the wind was very cold. Wang Yan wore a winter coat underneath, a military coat that was still fashionable after decades, and a winter hat on his head. Because the drawstrings were not tied tightly, the two parts that protected his ears and cheeks flickered like small wings.
After the cheers of a group of soldiers with hands in their sleeves and red and rough faces ended, Wang Yan held up the microphone shamelessly and said loudly: "After I told our group the story last time, The song I sang for everyone was "We Soldiers" that I 'created'. Even before I came to our regiment, I sang the same song for my comrades in other regiments during this performance. But today, I will sing a song for you. Different.
I spent a month and a half walking through our 14th Army. At that time, I had some ideas, but I was never able to write them down. This time I am about to walk again. I am currently halfway through the journey, and I finally wrote down my thoughts. It is precisely because of our People's Liberation Army, and even more so about the hardships of our 14th Army, an unknown border defense force that guards the border.
Many people don’t know or understand the loneliness of our comrades-in-arms. People don’t know or understand the hard work of our comrades-in-arms. People also don’t know or understand the sacrifices of our comrades-in-arms for China. But our motherland will not forget all this, and our great New China will not forget it.
We will never forget the sweat, blood, injuries, and years of youth sacrificed by our comrades-in-arms. It is precisely in this way that I wrote such a song, its name is 'The Motherland Will Not Forget'. This song is dedicated to our comrades in the People’s Liberation Army, our comrades in the 14th Army, and our comrades in the regiment. "
The next moment, Wang Yan looked at the young but weathered faces and started singing loudly and passionately.
"Who am I in the vast sea of people?"
…
"I blend my youth into the rivers of my motherland. The mountains know me and the rivers know me."
"The motherland will never forget, and it will never forget me..."
Up to now, Wang Yan has been singing songs intermittently for two months. His singing has become a little more skillful while retaining emotions. Coupled with the fact that he also knew how to pronounce his voice, his voice was extremely loud and his words were precise and well-tongued. A song with a slightly sad background was sung by him with great sonority and a strong sense of iron-bloodedness.
This song also has a simple melody and easy-to-remember lyrics. By the time Wang Yan sang the second verse, the soldiers had already started singing along. By the time it was sung a second time in response to the strong request of the soldiers, it was already a chorus.
In the mountains of the plateau, under the scorching sun, with the earth as the support, the snow-capped mountains as the background, and the strong wind as the accompaniment, the soldiers guarding the border sang loudly, singing loudly about their efforts, and even more singing about their unknown youth years full of blood and sweat. They sang They were very happy and loud, because the motherland will not forget them...
The art troupe has a very heavy task, especially now that the end of the year is here, Wang Yan has to go through the 14th Army again, not to mention other people, so the art troupe's schedule has been particularly intensive recently, and they also have no time to spare.
On this day, it was a rare opportunity to return to Mengzi's station to rest. Lao Liao came to the rehearsal venue with dark circles under his eyes and a bit of vacillation in his steps. There are no rehearsals now. We are just taking a break, practicing basic skills, and staying in shape. And the current crowd is not complete, they are all divided into groups to perform.
Lao Liao found the band that just came back yesterday, handed out a piece of paper, and then found Fang Hongmin: "The song Wang Yanxin wrote was sent to me two days ago. I have finished the song. Let's try to finish it by the end of the day today." Go out and perform straight away.”
Fang Hongmin admired Wang Yan quite a lot. After all, he sang Wang Yan's song "We Are Soldiers" and even went to the General Political Department's song and dance troupe to record it and promote it nationwide. In fact, in front of the people of the whole country, the one that people know the most is Fang Hongmin, but far fewer people pay attention to Wang Yan. As for Lao Liao, there is basically no one. He has become popular among the people of the country, and the benefits are endless. .
He happily took the paper and said with a smile: "Last time I asked, he said he was holding it in, and he wrote it after being out for more than half a month?"
"It's normal. Look at the lyrics he writes. They are all inspired by his feelings." Lao Liao naturally admired Wang Yan. This is also his achievement.
After the two had a brief exchange, Fang Hongmin went to hum in nooks and became familiar with the songs. Lao Liao was also there directing the band members and began to perform the ensemble. The music played. A group of people laughing and joking over there also paid attention to the situation and asked Hao Shuwen, who had played the accordion and came here without disturbing the ensemble.
Lin Dingding asked curiously: "Is this song new?"
Hao Shuwen glanced at her and nodded with a smile: "Wang Yan's new song, Lao Liao is arranging it."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Xiao Suizi said in surprise: "He's writing songs again. Didn't he say it will take some time?"
"Lao Liao said that Wang Yan was inspired by the lyrics. I just read the lyrics and it is indeed like this. It was written for us border guards. It is called 'The Motherland Will Not Forget'. You will know after listening to it later."
Lin Dingding smiled and said: "Wang Yan is really good. Four months, right? He has written two songs. It's true that he is not in the group, and we can all hear about him."
Someone asked: "Ding Ding, didn't Wang Yan write you a letter?"
"Oh, why are you so annoying? How many times have I told you that there is nothing wrong between us? You also said that he is good with Hao Shuwen and Suizi, but that's not the case, right? Can you let me go about the disappearance of the shadow? Ah. Besides, he has such a busy schedule and can’t receive the letter, what’s the point?”
Fortunately, Liu Feng is not here. In fact, they wouldn't talk like this when Liu Feng was around. But unfortunately, Liu Feng had already noticed something, but he hadn't told Wang Yan yet.
Xiao Suizi secretly curled her lips and went to Fang Hongmin to read the lyrics. She recognized Wang Yan's notes, which were very grand. What Fang Hongmin was holding was not Wang Yan's manuscript, it should be with Lao Liao.
She read the lyrics and was moved by Wang Yan's talent and sentiment.
She is a female writer, a young and artistic woman. Although she is not yet one, she is quite emotional and quite sensitive to words.
It wasn't just her who was watching. After she came over, Lin Dingding and others also came around. Fang Hongmin was very annoyed, but there was no other way. He could only let a group of lesbians circulate it and read it, and then he calmed down. .
"It's so well written. Wang Yan is so amazing and talented." Lin Dingding affirmed Wang Yan straightforwardly.
"It's true. One song is a fluke, but those two songs are my strength. You can tell by looking at the lyrics that these songs are the same."
Xiao Suizi on one side had already gone back, her long legs resting on the pole doing splits, but she heard Hao Shuwen, who was standing against the wall and swaying next to her, sighing.
"Why are you sighing?"
"Think... um..." Hao Shuwen reorganized her words, "Didn't I hear his movements? When I think of him, I think of the braised pork we ate that day, and the taste, oh..."
"When you say that, I'm also greedy..."
The two of them looked at each other and sighed together, full of longing for the pot of braised pork at night.
"Let's go eat canned food later to satisfy our craving."
"Okay, leave a few cans for him."
"What's wrong? Eat it hard. When he comes back this time, he will definitely get more than last time. Why did you save him? And let him really give it to Lin Dingding."
Xiao Suizi shook his head in amusement, watching Lin Dingding talking about Wang Yan with others in all kinds of pretentious ways...
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