"It's to see Xiao Qin's face." Lao Zhao didn't continue, raised his head and said, "What's the matter, let's watch it grow up." ”

"Yes, don't think that if you can hide it from others, you can hide it from us." The old man said with a smile, "Who doesn't want the things of their youth to be photographed, for themselves, for their children and grandchildren." I don't believe you're not tempted. ”

"I used to drive people out, but I just didn't meet the right one." Seeing that Uncle Zhao didn't make a sound, the old man said shyly, "Which time didn't you scold directly, this time I heard that you didn't scold, I feel that you are probably interesting." ”

"You old ghost, you're still the same as before, a thief and a thief." Uncle Zhao snorted, took a sip of tea and said, "I won't tell you, his script is not bad, but it's ......"

"I can't see it!"

"Just say you don't understand." The old man smiled: "What are you trying to hide?" If you don't do this, you can only understand the ghosts. ”

"Nonsense, I can clearly understand the main meaning." Uncle Zhao said indignantly, "It's just that he intersperses too many terms, and I get dizzy halfway through it." ”

"Why didn't he come? It's been ten days. The old man didn't answer this and said, "You won't really be scolded by you, will you?" ”

"It shouldn't be ......," Uncle Zhao also hesitated a little.

"I heard that others are very popular now, so you can save some face for others, don't always have this temperament, and scold those who look uncomfortable. This is not a revolutionary period, but a harmonious society. We're all so old, we have to cultivate our lives. The old man persuaded.

Uncle Zhao didn't speak.

"I said, it's almost enough, we are all over the story, and it's not easy to find a good artist who seriously wants to make a film. Do you have to wait for us to bury ourselves in the loess, and then see it in the book? ”

"Got it!" Uncle Zhao frowned: "Why are you talking so much?" ”

At this moment, a voice came from the door, "Is Uncle Zhao there?" ”

"Yes." Uncle Zhao said sullenly, and at the same time glared at the old man fiercely, and the old man patted his belly and laughed secretly.

"Uncle Zhao." Lin Xiao came in, said hello to the two, and then took out his notebook, "I have revised it several times in the past few days and added a lot of new things, I want you to guide me again." ”

"Young man, I've seen you on TV." The old man was the first to speak, "It's very good-looking, can you let me see the book?" ”

"Of course."

The old man took the notebook, and just after reading it for a while, he let out a soft "Huh?" ”

"You don't understand, do you?" Uncle Zhao snorted coldly, turned his head to Lin Xiao and said, "How many times have you said it, don't get old if it's okay, why don't you listen to it." ”

"Lao Zhao." The old man couldn't cry or laugh, "How many times have you said it, why can't you change your old problem?" ”

He gently stroked the script and said to Lin Xiao with a smile, "Wait for me to take a closer look, this story outline seems to be quite interesting." ”

"What are you pretending to be, like you know." Uncle Zhao was disdainful.

The old man was silent and continued to read.

Uncle Zhao was bored waiting, and he didn't want to talk to Lin Xiao more, so he simply waved at Lin Xiao on the chessboard.

One old and one young, killed without saying a word.

Twenty minutes, thirty minutes...... Exactly forty minutes passed.

Suddenly, the old man who was as quiet as a stone sculpture suddenly let out an unconscious sigh, and when Uncle Zhao looked over, he found that his eyes were red.

"Old horse." His eyes were almost round.

What is this old guy playing? Can he really read it?

"Lao Zhao." The old horse wiped the corners of his eyes, "You can't understand?" ”

"How can you not understand something so simple and easy to understand? And...... And this is written about the Huaihai Campaign! ”

Battle of Huaihai! These four words were like a mountain, and Lao Zhao was instantly dumbfounded.

His expression is no longer the old man who scolds and scolds the grumpy old man, the vicissitudes of life on his face are filled with a look of memory, his muscles tremble slightly, as if he is experiencing the pain of scraping bones and healing, his eyes are like a lake, deep, but reflecting the various states of the world.

His fists were already slightly clenched.

The old horse stopped talking, and the two of them just looked at me and I watched you sit in the house.

In the room, only the sound of the breathing of three people remained.

For a long time, Lao Zhao took the script without saying a word, and this time I watched it, it was nearly an hour.

At twenty minutes, his eyes began to redden, and by thirty minutes, the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly, one hand seemed to have sunk into the flesh, and the joints were white.

He was trying his best to control his emotions.

An hour later, he looked up, his face already full of emotion.

His throat moved, and he tried to say something, but he never said it.

Neither of them expected that they would be brought into the memories of the past by a script, and this kind of feeling can only be felt at the gathering of comrades-in-arms.

And this group of comrades-in-arms, some in Nanjing, some in Chongqing, are distributed all over the country, and it will take five or six years to gather together.

At this moment, he felt a kind of emotion.

"Unexpected...... his voice was slightly hoarse, and he let out a long sigh of relief...... It's so realistic......"

"Poor and uncertain riverside bones...... It's like a deep dream...... "The old horse's eyes are a little distracted and looking at the ceiling" is actually the first episode...... My heart felt like it had been pinched...... At the beginning, my instructor was also blown in half in a battle......"

"It's a pity...... I don't have that bloody ...... There were no captives at that time...... The ...... of that battle All the enemy was killed...... Didn't personally shoot that bastard......"

"That's the sentence: Pick up the gun...... It almost brought tears to my eyes......"

Lao Ma smiled bitterly, "Let's say it to Lao Zhao...... I did not participate in the Huaihai Campaign...... I don't feel as deeply as he ......"

The voices of the two people were very low, but they were full of deep memories.

Uncle Zhao coughed, "I have a story." ”

Lao Ma smiled knowingly, and Uncle Zhao also curled the corners of his mouth slightly, "This story is my obsession...... They've heard it many times. ”

Lin Xiao didn't say a word, and listened quietly.

"I have a brother who came from my fellow countryman, and we have been in a company, a platoon."

"From participating in the revolution...... To the Huaihai War, how many times have we experienced life and death, and it is shallow to say that we are brothers and sisters......"

He looked at the cup on the table and was distracted, "That big war was definitely not filmed like that, in fact...... It's much worse than you think......"

"Countless troops were scattered...... Countless people were alive a second ago...... Blood will splash on you in the next second......"

He took a deep breath, his vocal cords twitching visibly.

"My brother and I were assigned to a different platoon, the assault platoon, the sharp knife platoon...... Then ......"

"After the Huaihai War, the troops that survived were all the elite of the elite, or lucky...... You don't see the machine guns on the city...... I just told you this, and then I opened a hole in my head...... My brother...... That's when I was broken up......"

"His troops, all dead...... He fainted...... Legs are broken...... I searched for three whole days in the pile of dead people...... None of them found him...... When he wakes up......"

Uncle Zhao smiled bitterly, "The troops have all withdrawn...... He's alone, looking for a place...... Find another troop...... But he couldn't prove his identity...... I found out later...... Recording his unit as 'all sacrificed ......'"

"And then ...... Liberated...... I continued to serve in the army and finally found him through various connections...... He has already married and had children elsewhere, but such a hero of the Huaihai Campaign is now farming ......"

"Further on...... He went...... When I was fighting, I fell ill...... Didn't survive forty ......"

Lin Xiao also felt his throat blocked.

He understood that Uncle Zhao was like Gu Zidi, who had personally experienced similar things, but for other reasons he did not take the troops to court like Gu Zidi.

He didn't hear the rallying cry, but he felt it.

Old Ma Chang sighed, and stretched out his hand to Lin Xiao for the first time, "Ma Chenggong, the former section chief of the Logistics Department of the Nanjing Military Region, is very happy to meet you." ”

"Zhao Lei, a civil servant." Uncle Zhao didn't introduce much, but he also stretched out his hand, "I'm really glad to meet you." ”

The previous suspicions are gone.

Lin Xiao shook hands with the other party, which showed that the other party had begun to accept him.

"You've finally got something I can read." Zhao Lei smiled bitterly, "What kind of things you brought before, I couldn't understand it at all, I read it intermittently, and I took it several times in a row." I have a headache when I look at it. ”

"What I didn't expect is that the plot above is like you experienced it yourself...... Such detailed, so evocative of people's memories...... "Ma Chenggong sighed" screams when he is wounded, scolds when he charges, kills prisoners when he is impulsive, and happily divides things when he robs the enemy's equipment, this is the performance that a soldier should have. In previous war movies, our army always died very heroically, and it took more than a dozen people to die when one person killed him, according to this logic, Chiang Kai-shek's 4 million troops only need 400,000. It's nothing short of a mockery of war. ”

"Yes, the enemy is like a mouse, and our army is not afraid of bullets." Zhao Lei shook his head and smiled, "Your story is completely detached from this, I can see that you want to restore a real war." ”

"Still, I think you're writing about people." He went on to say, "Write about warriors, yes, without warriors, there is no war, and wars are fought by men." That's a good perspective, at least...... I loved ......"

Ma Chenggong said with a smile, "I didn't expect that there was no such moving story on Bayi, but it was written by someone outside the army." ”

Lin Xiao finally spoke, and he smiled and said, "Two old gentlemen, I am also a civilian cadre now, and we are a family." ”

The two were stunned, then smiled and said, "Yes, family." ”

After laughing for a while, and dissipating the atmosphere just now, Ma Chenggong said, "This story, I like it very much, I don't know how many people like me, waiting to see this story, what do you want us to do for it?" ”