Chapter 11: Meaning
"What's wrong with you?" seemed to notice Yang Zijiang's embarrassment, Liao Zhenchang smiled and asked again, "What?" Is this a difficult question? ”
"Oh, it's not difficult, I'm recalling what Liu Li said just now, let's hear if there's a difference," Yang Zijiang hurriedly explained,
"It's pretty much the same, I'm from Tianjin, so naturally I can't hear it, but you're from Beijing, so you can tell the difference at once, right?"
"Hey, don't you know, there are very few people who speak pure Beijing dialect now, like I also speak Mandarin,"
Yang Zijiang further explained that for the sake of Liu Li and for himself, he had to guard against it, so he hurriedly pulled it on himself, wanting to change the topic to avoid their suspicion.
"Xiao Liao, Yang Zi is right, they all say Jingyouzi, Weizuizi, we have people from all over the world here, if they all speak their hometown, can you understand? Besides, don't you also speak Tianjin? ”
This is good, Zhang Wenyuan suddenly pulled the topic to Liao Zhenchang,
"Yes, my Tianjin dialect is not pure, hehe," Liao Zhenchang smiled mockingly, "Liu Li's Mandarin is much more standard than mine,"
"That's, I even suspect she practiced broadcasting!" Zhang Wenyuan put forward a new view.
"Hey, Lao Zhang, what you said is really reasonable, she speaks in a low tone and frustration, and she has a clear eye, maybe she has really practiced broadcasting, maybe she has even been a host!" Liao Zhenchang was convinced of Zhang Wenyuan's words, and also put forward new speculations.
"Yo, you have big ears, huh? Can you hear that people have been hosted? Then listen, have I ever been a host? Zhang Wenyuan joked with him.
"You haven't been a host, you've been an abbot!" Liao Zhenchang laughed sadly.
"Haha, then so, I've also been a good guest!" Yang Zijiang heard the sarcasm in Liao Zhenchang's words, and couldn't help but be happy.
"Hey, you stinky boy is not timid, you dare to say that I have been a monk? Then I'll use you as a wooden fish! Zhang Wenyuan picked up the pen and made the appearance of wanting to hit Liao Zhenchang's head,
"Hey, don't fight, don't fight, I'm not a wooden fish, since Yang Zidu has become a confidant, then I'll come to a prison, right?" He pretended to protect his head,
"Hey, it's good now, the three monks don't have water to drink!" Zhang Wenyuan himself was happy, he remembered that anime.
"Don't, how can you have no water to drink? I can't admit punishment? ”
"What are you holding back?" Zhang Wenyuan didn't believe it, "What punishment do you admit?" ”
"Hehe, I'll go to Director Fang's and get some tea for you to drink! Okay, right? ”
"Are you taking that? Eighty percent of them are stealing, right? ”
"Don't say it so ugly, since Director Xiaozao is willing to do it, he won't have a liver ache if he takes a little tea!" Liao Zhenchang squeezed his eyes,
"You pay attention, pick something from him, but it's hard, I have been with him for so many years, and I haven't drunk a little tea from him!"
"Is there such a thing? Then it is even more necessary, I want to pluck his iron! ”
"Be careful, don't steal chickens and rice,"
"Don't worry, Liu Li is giving Lao Fang a needle, I want to take advantage of the void to enter, he can't see it, he can't see it!" Liao Zhenchang walked away happily.
"He's not going to be scolded by the director, is he?" Looking at Liao Zhenchang's back, Yangtze River was a little worried,
"No, he has a lot of ideas!"
"That's good, Brother Zhang, hurry up and write the second draft, we didn't write a word about this commotion just now," the director specially instructed when he left, and Yang Zijiang was a little worried.
"It's okay, don't worry, anyway, there is a small stove tonight, let's drive a night train, how can we get out overnight!"
"Okay, with you, I'll be sure!" Yang Zijiang and Zhang Wenyuan have a good relationship, and this is sincere.
"Still down-to-earth? What happened just now? A red face and a white face? ”
In fact, the subtle changes in Yang Zijiang just now still did not escape Zhang Wenyuan's eyes, and it is difficult to say how many years he has been working at the station, and he has been in charge of political and ideological work.
"Oh, what do you mean? When the director left just now, didn't he let me think more about the details of working with martyr Wang Wencai? It reminded me of the military training when I first entered the station, and it was almost an accident, but now I think about it and I'm still a little scared, so," he explained.
"Oh, what did I say? At that time, Xiao Liao asked you, why didn't you answer, your eyes were stunned, dare to think about this? He understood, a little embarrassed, "Hehe, I got it, you thought there was something to hide from me?" ”
"You're an old political worker, what can you hide from your eyes?" Seeing that the suspicion was finally lifted, Yang Zijiang was relieved.
"That's right, doing political and ideological work, sensitive," he was not modest at all, "but I really don't know what you just said, how did you almost have an accident?" Tell me, what was the situation at that time? ”
"If you want to say this, you really have to thank Wang Wencai," Yangtze River slowly recalled.
"That time, it was a live-fire exercise, throwing grenades, you know it was a real thing!"
"You know, the Type 77 grenade has an iron sleeve on the top and a wooden handle underneath, and there is an iron ring in the wooden handle, grab the wooden handle with one hand, tie the iron ring to your little finger, and throw it forward?"
"You are a veteran soldier, of course it is simple, but we usually use the coach bullet in practice, and when it comes to the real thing, we are dumbfounded, and we no longer have Type 77 at that time, we all use Type 88 grenades, and there is also a ring in it, just drag it out and throw it out!"
"yes, it's pretty much the same, it's not that complicated, is it?"
"Besides, it's actually the same, but when it comes time to throw a real grenade, I'm still very nervous, because this thing is too powerful!"
"yes, I heard it's full of steel balls?"
"Yes, it's this steel ball that is scary, as long as it explodes, people and things within 6 meters of the surrounding area will be blown to pieces!"
"It's so powerful? Be careful! ”
"Who's to say it isn't? Before the live-fire exercise, the staff officers had already planned, people stood in the trench, just throw this thing out, below is the ravine, it is logically very safe, who knew that there was a recruit, a nervous, trembling hands, fell to the ground the moment he threw it,"
"Oops, what then? Let's run, shall we? ”
"Maybe he was also frightened, and the whole person stood there stunned, stupid!"
"What then?"
"At this time, Wang Wencai rushed over, his task was to do security protection, right next to the T-shaped fortification, which was the safest, he rushed over as soon as he turned around,"
"That's dangerous enough, it's not a few seconds,"
"Fortunately, Wang Wencai usually plays football, he stepped over, kicked that damn thing away, and at the same time, pulled that unlucky guy into the T-shaped fortification!"
"Oh, that's enough to hang,"
"The hanging is still behind, Wang Wencai pulled him over, and he also flew over, even so, the flying steel ball still hurt him, do you know why he is always lame?"
"yes, I'm still wondering? Why would the field manager pick such a person? Can't walk? ”
In fact, he was injured that time, Wang Wencai was lying in the fortifications with his head facing in, but at that moment, how fast was the speed of the steel ball? It still went into his leg, and although he finally had surgery to remove the steel ball, his walking was still somewhat affected! ”
"Oh, this is a hero, I haven't been there for a long time, I don't even know about it?"
"He didn't let him say, in fact, he did a lot of good things, but we don't necessarily know,"
"Well, that's good, I've got to put that in there!" Zhang Wenyuan was obviously moved.
"News News!" Liao Zhenchang took a paper bag and suddenly ran in......