Wu Qianli wondered why Tanzi was angry? But he could not explain his difficulties:
I will try my best to go back.
What’s the point of getting these credits for me?
Tan Ziwei couldn't explain his rage: Of course he wanted to be angry, but not to such an extent. It was Wu Qianli's inexplicable push that made Tan Ziwei have bad thoughts:
Why are you unwilling to accept a legitimate reputation?
But you...could it be that you...you obviously...you can't be.
The female health worker treated Wu Qianli's wound and found that there was a short scar on Wu Qianli's chest. "It's like a fragment of a bomb that penetrated your whole body, but you are fine. It's amazing... Comrade Wu,
You seem to have died and come back to life."
"I have to tell your company commander about this. You were so seriously injured before. I don't know if there are any sequelae... is it because shrapnel was left in your body? No wonder you always talk nonsense."
"Your injuries are too many and too close. You are really lucky, but you don't care about your life at all."
Wu Qianli asked the nurse not to tell Tan Ziwei, but obviously the nurse would not listen to him. Instead, she told the company commander what she saw in detail.
Tan Ziwei followed the nurse to the camp and observed the movement not far away. The nurse found that Wu Qianli didn't care about his injuries and helped Pinghe write a letter home by candlelight: Pinghe's index finger was always broken in this battle.
He was a sniper, and he was also a good accordion player, but that was before.
Pinghe was a music teacher before joining the army, and he hopes that his children can inherit the legacy.
In his letters home, Pinghe expressed with the help of Wu Qianli's writing:
"Everything is fine for me now. The army is taking good care of me. When I come back, I will teach my children to play the piano... After the war is over, my children should learn cultural knowledge, continue to fight, and also learn music. I believe he can inherit it.
Our talents, by the way, you can take advantage of my absence to teach more children. Maybe when I go back, he can play it for me. I want to check him... The piano is of course very expensive.
, if it breaks, I will find a way to ask someone to buy another one. We still have some methods. You can use it more casually in other places, but you have to play the piano. What is life without music? This is what I tell you.
his words."
While writing a letter for Pinghe, Wu Qianli raised his head and said, "I also like music. Since you can't play the piano now, why not use our money to buy a piano for your child."
Of course Pinghe wanted to refuse, but Wu Qianli said, "What did I say? We will definitely win. You can still use your middle finger to pull the trigger, but how can a child practice facing the air? Isn't that the same as using all ten fingers?"
Pinghe was convinced.
The female health worker checked Wu Qianli's injuries, and the company commander Tanzi joined the conversation: "I heard what you said just now, but I didn't mean it... I'm here to ask someone to find a solution. You don't need to worry about things other than combat."
"Your child will definitely learn to play the piano." Tan Ziwei said as he stared at Ping He's missing fingers.
Then everyone began to talk about life after the war, and the atmosphere gradually eased, and laughter erupted from the camp from time to time. The picture used Wu Qianli's perspective to show such a close-up: the cold moonlight and swaying fire light danced hard on everyone's face, one after another.
.When the screen showed Tan Ziwei, Tan Ziwei, who was originally angry, now also smiled.
Some viewers thought that this was a separation between Wu Qianli and others, implying that they were people from different time and space. Others thought that the beating of the flame symbolized vitality, and this vitality at the end of this paragraph, as the flames flickered and weakened, everyone's
Time is burning out.
Others think that because the perspective is from Wu Qianli, Tan Ziwei's smile means that he has put aside his doubts about Wu Qianli. In any case, he doesn't want to think about it anymore.
On this night, Wu Qianli sang a new song to add to the fun. No one had heard the lyrics in it: Across the mountains/Across the plains/Across the rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River/This vast and beautiful land/is our dear hometown... The melody is easy to remember.
, everyone sang.
Everyone asked: "What song is this?"
"Everyone can sing "Ode to the Motherland"."
"But we haven't heard of it, did you write it? Wu Qianli, you can speak English and write songs. You are really talented."
"I really didn't write it."
Pinghe hummed to the melody of the song and subconsciously wanted to lift the harpsichord, but he couldn't feel his index finger. He grinned and laughed, tears overflowed from his eyes. Pinghe could only nod silently.
Two months later, while retreating to the rear for a break, Tan Ziwei heard this song sung by Wu Qianli from someone else, and he asked: "Who wrote it."
"have no idea."
Tan Ziwei asked tentatively: "Is it written by Wu Qianli?"
The person who was asked asked in surprise: "Which one is Wu Qianli? I've never heard of it."
Tan Ziwei followed the source one by one, and finally discovered that the song was composed in September last year and published for the first time in May this year. Before that, Wu Qianli could not have known about it.
Why does he know? Talking about it is like being struck by lightning.
Over the past year, Tan Ziwei recorded many of Wu Qianli's irrelevant words, but he didn't deliberately record this song, but he remembered it more deeply than the others.
Soon after, Wu Qianli was interviewed by Tan Zi again.
Wu Qianli thought it was because "Fighting Hero Wu Qianli" was changed to "Combat Company". Tan Zi wanted to do some ideological work for himself, but he didn't think there was any work to do because this was what he wanted to apply for.
I hope I'm not on the roster.
However, the conversation was not like that. The company commander read Wu Qianli from beginning to end: "Tell me your crazy talk. You haven't said it for a while."
"What's there to say? Crazy talk is crazy talk."
"Tell me about it. Don't leave anything out. Tell me everything you can think of. What kind of world is that?"
Wu Qianli and Tan Ziwei chatted for a long time before leaving. Tan Ziwei translated all the things he had recorded before and compared them with what Wu Qianli had just said, word for word. After a year, there were still many things that matched.
real.
Tan Ziwei sat on the stool dejectedly, letting the documents sorted by time be disrupted.
The troops issued a new order. Tan Ziwei's company needed to be broken up into parts, go over the mountains and ridges to the front of the place, and intercept the enemy in Cheorwon to cover the retreat of the large force.
This is not a good order. We are all veterans and know what is going on. Some battles are indeed difficult to fight and even cost lives. This is simply unheard of.
It is a good style to fight bravely and resolutely execute orders, but when it fell into the ears of the big-headed soldier, we don't know what he was thinking at that moment.
The situation was urgent, and everyone was mentally prepared to sacrifice. They had already written letters home and were waiting to be sent back, and Tan Zi was preparing and motivating them before the war.
"...I have one last thing to announce. Let a person be the messenger, let him keep in touch with the main force, report our combat situation at any time, and inform orders at any time. Now we need someone who is educated and has strong combat qualities.
Someone can take the job...I thought about it and felt that Wu Qianli is the most suitable person."
Of course Wu Qianli refused. He could no longer tell whether he was a college student or a soldier from decades ago.
But the order cannot be refused.
Tan Ziwei said with a smile: "Every generation has its own mission, and every generation has its own concerns. You are so educated and have ideas, so you should be able to display them on a platform that is more suitable for you. People like you...should not be
Waste it. I have some documents in a box here that I won’t have time to deal with in the morning. They are very confidential. You can find a way to get rid of them and don’t let anyone know."
"The situation is very critical now, and we all understand it. Wu Qianli, you said you were from the future before, tell us your crazy talk again."
"When will we win?"
Wu Qianli said: "July 27, 1953."
"Go ahead."
I don't know the plot every time I write, or I only know it two hours before the readers.
