"Xiao Ping!"
Wang Zhong looked at the tall, well-proportioned, beautiful and kind-hearted girl with twin ponytails and a military uniform in front of him, and ripples suddenly appeared in his calm heart.
Beautiful things are desirable, so are beautiful girls, and a kind heart makes people want to get close to them.
But when a beautiful girl and a kind heart appear in the same person, that feeling is called heartbeat.
"You are a very good girl!" Wang Zhong said sincerely, feeling deeply: "The art troupe is not suitable for you!"
He Xiaoping did not answer the call because she had worked so hard, thinking that she could integrate into the art troupe and get everyone to contact her.
But the reality is always so unsatisfactory.
The disgusting words and distant looks of the team members, as well as the disgust and disdain that some have revealed, some have not yet revealed, but are hidden deep in their eyes...
"Remember, keep the sunshine and beauty in your heart. Don't care about the gossips or the contemptuous looks. Face the future life bravely and strongly. Don't let those clown-like prejudices and rumors full of maliciousness disturb you. Inner Peace."
"Well, I know. I will take good care of myself, eat well, practice dancing well, rest well, do what I should do, and face the future life with a smile."
"That's right!" Just when Wang Zhong was about to say something more, someone from the truck next to him already called him: "Liu Feng! Hurry up, we're leaving!"
"I'm coming!"
"I'm leaving!" Wang Zhong carried the bag and said to He Xiaoping: "Take care of yourself, and I will write you a letter when I get there!"
Although He Xiaoping was reluctant to give up, she still nodded heavily.
"Liu Feng!"
Wang Zhong turned around and had just taken two steps when suddenly He Xiaoping's shout came from behind him.
Wang Zhong turned to look at her again: "What's wrong?"
He Xiaoping's eyes flickered, and she mustered up the courage to quickly walk up to Wang Zhong. There was only one foot between them. Looking at Wang Zhong in front of her, all the courage she had just mustered up suddenly gave way. He Xiaoping lowered her head nervously. , but remembering what Wang Zhong said just now made her strong and picked up her courage.
Suddenly, an unprecedented courage welled up from the bottom of his heart again. He looked up at Wang Zhong and said bluntly: "Liu Feng, can you... give me a hug?"
Wang Zhong smiled and opened his arms. He Xiaoping stepped forward and leaned into Wang Zhong's arms. He tilted his head and pressed against Wang Zhong's shoulders. Wang Zhong patted He Xiaoping on the back and said, "Okay, I'm leaving! "
He Xiaoping reluctantly withdrew from Wang Chong's arms: "Be careful on the road and be sure to write me a letter when you get there."
As if she was afraid that Wang Zhong would forget, He Xiaoping looked at Wang Zhong and reminded him again.
"Don't worry, remember it!"
After saying that, with a sunny smile, Wang Zhong turned around and headed towards the truck that had been waiting for a long time. The colleague in the car stretched out his hand to pull Wang Zhong into the carriage. Wang Zhong turned to look at He Xiaoping who was still standing outside the gate. He waved his hand and said, "Go back quickly!"
"Goodbye!" He Xiaoping also waved to Wang Zhong repeatedly.
Looking at the truck gradually going away, He Xiaoping did not leave. Instead, she stood there, looking at the direction of the truck, recalling the hug just now, with a dazed smile on her face, and an inexplicable feeling in her heart. Occupied by unprecedented warmth.
....Although it only lasted a few seconds, and although the person had already gone far away, He Xiaoping was particularly nostalgic for the sense of security, comfort, and warmth in her arms.
If Wang Zhong hadn't been in a hurry to leave just now, He Xiaoping would have been reluctant to let go and leave Wang Zhong's arms.
After Wang Zhong left, He Xiaoping suddenly felt lonely. In such a large art troupe, she didn't even have anyone she wanted to talk to.
Among the three people in the same dormitory, Hao Shuwen is the daughter of a high-ranking official and the well-deserved leader of the dormitory. In her eyes, He Xiaoping is just a joke in her spare time.
Needless to say, Lin Dingding is quite beautiful, has a good voice, and sings well. She is the goddess in the hearts of countless people, but in He Xiaoping's eyes, Lin Dingding is not even as good as a brothel girl.
He had affairs with several men at the same time. In order to expose himself and avoid being gossiped about by others, he did not hesitate to slander Wang Zhong, saying that he...
He Xiaoping was so disgusted with Lin Dingding that even looking at her pretentious appearance made her feel sick.
As for Xiao Suizi!
Her cold look on the sidelines also made He Xiaoping completely disappointed in her.
In addition to training every day, there is training. He Xiaoping practices harder and harder. Every day it is the dormitory, training ground, bathroom, canteen, four o'clock and one line. The longing in her heart with Wang Zhong's departure turned into a spur to her to forge ahead. Motivation to act.
As for the teasing, prejudice, ridicule, isolation, and all kinds of gossip about her, He Xiaoping felt uncomfortable hearing it, but as soon as she thought of what Wang Zhong said to her when he left, He Xiaoping felt that these things made her uncomfortable. The thing didn't seem to have any substantial impact on her.
If you really take these unpleasant words seriously, then you will fulfill their wishes.
He Xiaoping discovered that when she was invisible, turning a blind eye to those ugly words, and turning a blind eye to their isolation, ridicule, and prejudice, when she ignored their state farmers, those actions and those ugly words they said were... So childish, so ridiculous.
Just like a clown, he is trying his best to make the audience smile.
No!
They are not even as good as clowns. The clown's performance at least brings joy to the audience, but what they do brings nothing but harm to others.
He Xiaoping suddenly figured it out, and even He Xiaoping herself was very surprised.
Twelve days later, it was raining outside. In the training hall, the day's training had ended, and He Xiaoping was about to leave.
"He Xiaoping! I have your letter! Go get it from the political commissar yourself." The instructor suddenly told He Xiaoping.
He Xiaoping was stunned for a moment when he heard this. In just a moment, a smile appeared on his face. It was a surprise and a joy from the heart. It was Xiao Suizi and even the entire art troupe. Except for the day when He Xiaoping first came to the art troupe, there was a smile after that. There was no smile like the one I had seen on He Xiaoping's face again.
He Xiaoping put on her coat, picked up her umbrella and ran out without saying anything. Ignoring the heavy rain falling outside, she ran straight into the rain curtain.
In the dormitory, He Xiaoping returned to the dormitory and was already soaked from the knees down. A lot of water was splashed above the knees, and water got into her shoes, step by step.
.... He Xiaoping carefully took out the wonderful letter she had protected from her arms and stuffed it under the pillow like a treasure. He Xiaoping wished she could open the letter and read it immediately, but she didn't want to share herself with Hao Shuwen and the others. of joy.
I could only hold back my unwelcoming mood, grab a towel and a washbasin, put on my slippers, and go out and rush to the bathroom.
After taking a shower, He Xiaoping went to the canteen again. After dinner, she took a flashlight, climbed back to the upper bunk, put down the mosquito net, and reached out to take out the letter placed under the pillow.
But as soon as he picked up the letter, He Xiaoping was stunned.
The seal of the letter was no longer in the same sealed state as when she got it back.
He Xiaoping didn't get out of bed, she just sat cross-legged on the bed, holding Wang Zhong's letter in her hand, and asked calmly: "Which of you has read my letter?"
"I saw it!" As soon as He Xiaoping finished speaking, Hao Shuwen stood up and looked at He Xiaoping confidently and without emotion at all.
"What's wrong? Isn't it okay?"
Lifting the mosquito net and looking at Hao Shuwen from a high position, He Xiaoping was very angry and wanted to rush down and slap Hao Shuwen, but in the face of reality, she had to compromise: "Letters are very private things. If your Your upbringing tells you that you can read other people's letters without their permission, so I really feel sorry for your parents!"
"He Xiaoping! What do you mean!" These words directly touched Hao Shuwen's heart and lungs.
Hao Shuwen, a descendant of a senior official and the only accordion player in the art troupe, has always had a high self-esteem, looking down on this and that.
"Speak clearly to me!"
Ignoring Hao Shuwen's barking, He Xiaoping put down the mosquito net, took out the letter paper from the envelope, and read it.
"Get off here! Tell me clearly!" Hao Shuwen was furious and tried to climb to the upper bunk to pull He Xiaoping down. Upon seeing this, Xiao Suizi quickly put down the book in her hand and ran over to hug Hao Shuwen.
Ignoring Hao Shuwen, who was being hugged by Xiao Suizi in anger, He Xiaoping focused all her attention on the letter in her hand.
Dear Xiaoping:
Seeing each other is like meeting each other! I'm fine. I arrived here at noon on the fourth day after leaving. Although it's deep in the mountains, the conditions here are very good. There is water and electricity, and there is no shortage of food and drink...
There was not much content in Wang Chongxin's letter. He told He Xiaoping about his current situation, then exchanged a few greetings, and finally recommended that if she felt bored at night and had time, she could go out and buy some books and come back to read them.
In the letter, Wang Zhong also specially recommended several very interesting books to He Xiaoping.
He Xiaoping's father passed away before being reunited with He Xiaoping's father and daughter. Her mother's remarried stepfather's family didn't like her very much, and even her mother didn't like her very much. The family never wrote to her, and He Xiaoping didn't want to. Write letters home.
Especially after He Xiaoping sent Wang Zhong away, she no longer had the slightest hope in everyone in the art troupe. She was no longer like before, trying every possible means to blend in with them and make them accept her.
He Xiaoping thought very clearly, just like what Wang Zhong said that day, life is your own, and you can only walk the road step by step. Whether others praise or slander, your future is still in your own hands.
….There is no need to feel sad, aggrieved and depressed because of other people’s dirty words and contempt.
In that case, you will be the one who gets hurt in the end.
He Xiaoping even had the idea of leaving the art troupe.
But for a moment, she didn't know where to go, let alone where she could go.
The next day, after the day's training, He Xiaoping took a shower, went to the cafeteria to have dinner, and went out directly.
An hour later, He Xiaoping returned to the dormitory holding three books.
Hao Shuwen and Lin Dingding were chatting, and Xiao Suizi was sitting on the bed, leaning on the bedside, holding a book in his hand and flipping through it.
Seeing He Xiaoping, Hao Shuwen's expression immediately changed, and the disgust on her face was undisguised.
Lin Dingding also frowned and looked at He Xiaoping with a displeased look. Although Hao Shuwen opened the letter yesterday and trusted the contents, she read it in front of her and Xiao Suizi. Lin Dingding was very unhappy. Wang Zhong He Xiaoping just went to see him off when he left, but now he was still communicating with Wang Zhong.
As a roommate in the same dormitory, even though Lin Dingding looked down upon He Xiaoping in every possible way, she just said that Wang Zhong was playing a gangster to her, but He Xiaoping still kept in contact with this man who she said was a gangster. He Xiaoping's behavior , but it was like slapping her hard on the face.
Especially because although everyone didn't say it, there were still many people who didn't believe that Wang Zhong would do such a thing.
Thinking of the strange looks she received during training every day, Lin Dingding felt a chill and had goosebumps all over her body.
She was Lin Dingding, who was determined to marry a son of a high-ranking official, and wanted to fly on a branch and become a phoenix. How could she end her career and ruin her future just because of He Xiaoping?
He Xiaoping said nothing and had no intention of greeting them. She closed the door behind her back and hugged the book to her chest. After taking only two steps, Hao Shuwen stopped in front of her.
"He Xiaoping, I want you to apologize to me for what you said yesterday." Hao Shuwen was condescending, pretending to be magnanimous.
He Xiaoping looked at Hao Shuwen in front of her quietly, and suddenly felt that Hao Shuwen, whom she could only look up to, was so childish and ridiculous.
"Why should I apologize? It's not me who did the wrong thing." He Xiaoping's tone was calm, but her expression was particularly serious.
Hao Shuwen's expression changed immediately.
Xiao Suizi quickly stood up: "Okay, there is something wrong with both of you. We are all roommates in the same dormitory and comrades-in-arms. We are taught that revolutionary comrades-in-arms should be united and friendly, and help each other. Everyone should retreat. One step, and this matter is over."
Then he pulled Hao Shuwen over and whispered a few words.
Lin Dingding said nothing and looked at He Xiaoping with eyes still full of disgust.
Hao Shuwen glanced at He Xiaoping from time to time, took a breath, and her face changed. She faced He Xiaoping again and stretched out her hand to He Xiaoping: "He Xiaoping, I, Hao Shuwen, have always been bold and bold. Yesterday, I read your letter without your consent. , it’s my fault, I’m here to apologize to you, I’m sorry, I promise, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future.”
.... He Xiaoping was a little surprised. She didn't expect Hao Shuwen to say this. She looked at Xiao Suizi next to her. Xiao Suizi smiled at her, her eyes full of expectation. He Xiaoping sighed, looked at Hao Shuwen and said, "I accept you. Apologize and take back what you said yesterday!”
There was nothing more to say. After speaking, he passed the two people and walked straight to the desk. He put the book on his place, turned on the desk lamp, picked up the top one and started reading.
Hao Shuwen looked at He Xiaoping, who looked calm as usual, with slightly complicated eyes.
Xiao Suizi did her whole day's work before she was willing to lower her face and apologize to He Xiaoping. After all, she was indeed at fault in this matter, but He Xiaoping's reaction made her extremely uncomfortable.
Xiao Suizi sighed, feeling helpless. Since the last underwear incident, He Xiaoping had basically not spoken to the other three people in their dormitory, including Xiao Suizi.
Usually when Xiao Suizi greets He Xiaoping, he only gets simple responses such as 'um' and 'oh'.
Thinking of this, Xiao Suizi felt a little regretful.
Especially the little ballerina, who forcibly tore off He Xiaoping's underwear in front of everyone, everyone watched indifferently, and no one tried to dissuade her. It was even a few instigators in their dormitory who caused this in the first place.
This was a trivial matter that had nothing to do with anyone, but it completely pushed He Xiaoping, the roommate, to the opposition of the other three people in their dormitory.
Looking at He Xiaoping sitting at the desk, reading under the lamp, Xiao Suizi suddenly felt that He Xiaoping was so out of place with them, with this dormitory, and with the art troupe.
In a small dormitory for four people, four women all have their own thoughts.
In the autumn of 1978, the cultural troupe set out to perform condolences below, basically spending every day at an altitude of 3,500 meters above sea level.
The communication between He Xiaoping and Wang Zhong was also interrupted.
The failure to receive Wang Zhong's letter did not affect He Xiaoping's writing to Wang Zhong.
In just a few months, from the beginning to maintaining contact through letters, the two had already established an extremely deep revolutionary friendship.
In the winter of 1978, Wang Zhong, who was still on the Sichuan-Yunnan border, suddenly received another letter from He Xiaoping.
The letter said that she had been thinking about it for a long time in the past few months, and now she had finally made up her mind. She wanted to leave the art troupe and wanted to be transferred to a field hospital to participate in training as a field nurse. When she wrote this letter, she had already asked The superior submitted the application.
Wang Zhong sighed, and the development of things finally returned to its original trajectory. Is this the powerful plot restoration of the world?
But now the art troupe is touring the border to express condolences, changing places every few days. Wang Zhong has no idea where to send the letter and can only wait for He Xiaoping to contact him.
In fact, as early as when he was in the art troupe, when the Lin Ding Ding incident just happened, if Wang Zhong proposed to retire from the army and change his career, there should be no problem.
But which passionate man, son or daughter of the Chinese nation, doesn’t have a heart full of heart and soul to serve the country?
Wang Zhong never considered himself a hero, but in the face of the righteousness of his family and country, he also wanted to make a choice that he would not regret.
Wang Zhong is not an orthodox scholar, but his character is not inferior.
...Wang Zhong knew very well that he would not be in the logging company for long.
It is now the autumn of 1978, and war is about to come.
And war never starts suddenly, and preparations for the war have already begun.
Sure enough, not long after winter entered, the order came down from above, asking the entire logging company to head to the southwest border to join the large army. After arriving at the designated location, they would wait for the order.
Fortunately, it is the southwest border. As long as it is not in a high-altitude area, it is basically like spring all year round. It is not like Jiangliao Nagada, where people can freeze to death in winter.
As soon as the troops left, the contact between Wang Zhong and He Xiaoping was completely severed. Wang Zhong didn't know where He Xiaoping was. He didn't know where to send the letter he wrote, and the letter written by He Xiaoping couldn't be delivered to Wang Zhong.
Two people who cared about each other completely lost contact with each other during the winter of 1978.
At this time, He Xiaoping had successfully passed a month of emergency training, was sent to the field hospital, and became a bright field nurse.
Wang Zhong's company also arrived at the designated location and successfully rendezvoused with the large army.
The logging company is not a front-line combat unit, so it is not their turn to charge into battle. However, transporting supplies and providing support are not difficult tasks for them.
There is a saying in the art of war: Before the three armies move, food and grass should go first.
On the first day he arrived, Wang Zhong received a Type 54 pistol commonly known as the Big Black Star, a Type 56 pistol, and countless bullets and grenades.
After a week of special training, the logging company was changed into a transportation company and began to perform transportation tasks.
When Wang Zhong saw He Xiaoping again, the war was over, and Wang Zhong was injured and was carried to the field hospital.
Fortunately, they were only skin injuries and did not damage the internal organs. However, the bones were seriously injured. Fortunately, Wang Zhong dealt with them in time and the injuries did not worsen.
Wang Zhong was injured during his last mission to escort ammunition to the front line. He was ambushed by the enemy. He was shot in the right hand, in the calf, and in the thigh. It was the gun on the thigh. , almost killed Wang Zhong.
Fortunately, in the end, with the concerted efforts of the soldiers, the enemy was wiped out.
But we also suffered heavy losses.
At that time, there was only one health worker accompanying the army on the transportation road, and they were not far away from the front line or the rear.
Fortunately, Wang Zhong's space has a lot of first aid medicines and equipment stored in it. Wang Zhong himself also has level 2 medical skills. After the battle, with the help of the army health worker, he used his extraordinary willpower and strong physique to remove the bullet. He came out and dealt with it in time, so that the injury was not worsened.
He Xiaoping looked at Wang Zhong lying on the bed, held Wang Zhong's hand, and burst into tears.
"Okay! Stop crying! I'm fine!" Wang Zhong still had a smile on his face, but his pale face made the smile look somewhat forced.
Hearing Wang Zhong's comforting words, He Xiaoping's tears finally stopped.
"You're so hurt and you still laugh!" Wiping the tears from the corners of her face, He Xiaoping looked at Wang Zhong with distress in her eyes, but after hearing Wang Zhong's words, she couldn't help but complain.
Naturally, his tone couldn't be described as gentle.
Wang Zhong was still grinning. The two had only been separated for half a year, but at this time, He Xiaoping didn't have any of the youthful feelings she had when she was in the art troupe.
War is indeed the most effective catalyst for growth.
"Xiaoping!" Wang Zhong tightened his hand, held the Rouyi in his palm tightly, looked at He Xiaoping who was wearing a white nurse uniform, and said, "It's so nice to see you!"
Under Wang Zhong's scorching gaze, He Xiaoping felt that her cheeks instantly became extremely hot. She hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Wang Zhong's eyes, and felt a little deer in her heart.
Especially feeling the big hand holding her hand tightly, a feeling called anticipation quietly rose from the depths of He Xiaoping's heart.
Under Wang Zhong's strong physique and He Xiaoping's careful care, Wang Zhong's injuries were healing rapidly.
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