Chapter 75: What an amorous species

In the conference room of the recruit company, Jiangling said during political study: "Comrades, we are all from **** and have come together for a common revolutionary goal. Now the two superpowers, the United States and the Soviet Union, are king and hegemonic, stirring up unrest in the whole world. In particular, the Soviet Union has stationed millions of troops on our border and is eyeing it with a tiger's eye, so we must heighten our vigilance, race against time, train ourselves to do a good job in killing the enemy, always be ready to annihilate the enemy who dares to attack, defend the northwest frontier of the motherland, and defend the great achievements of socialist construction, so that the people of the motherland can rest assured. ”

"Shoulder gun...... Put it down...... Guns, kill, kill, kill! ”

Dong Luhan put away the password and said, "Don't move, keep your posture." "Run to the back of the class to check the proper assassination stance. Han Quanhe's front bow and back arrow were not standard, and he kicked his leg and reprimanded: "Straighten out!" Sigh. He returned to the queue and shook his eyes and shouted, "Put away the gun, put it down." Take a break and stand upright. Yang Dahong, out of the ranks! ”

Dahong carried a gun and stood upright.

"Show everyone."

"Yes."

"Shoulder gun, put down, hold the gun, kill, kill, kill!"

Political Commissar Tian Fang Hongxun Jiangling came to the recruit training ground, and Political Commissar Tian said: "Well, this demonstration soldier, the killing action is very standardized. What's his name? Jiang Ling said: "Yang Dahong." When the political commissar read the blackboard newspaper just now, he wrote the poem he admired very much. "Oh, it seems that this group of recruits is of good quality. Lao Fang, this batch of recruits from the logistics department was led by you, and you have the most right to speak. Fang Hongxun said with a smile: "Political commissar, I know this Yang Dahong better." There was also a small episode when he applied for the draft. "yes, let's hear it."

Fang Hongxun said: "At that time, after the list of applicants was approved, the director of the District Revolutionary Committee insisted on taking him down, but there was no good reason. So I specifically learned that Yang Dahong was excellent in character and learning in school, and his reputation among the people in the village was also good. Jiang Ling took over the conversation: "This soldier has a lot of hard work in training, and he is even better at propaganda and reporting. In the past three months, he has written a lot of news reports, poems, and novels reflecting the study and training of the troops, which have been adopted by some radio stations and recommended to military newspapers by some political departments. ”

Political Commissar Tian nodded approvingly: "Not bad." Look, they've crossed the barrier, let's go and see. ”

Dong Luhan counted the time, and when Da Hong rushed across the single-plank bridge with all his strength, he suddenly became dizzy, and fell to the snow in front of him. Dong Luhan was unhappy: "Bear-like! Zhang Junliang said: "Report to the squad leader, he is having a high fever." "Why didn't I see it? Go on. ”

Tian Political Commissar Fang Hongxun stood behind Dong Luhan and was silent, and Jiang Ling stepped forward to reproach: "Play the piano indiscriminately, send it to the infirmary quickly." ”

Zhang Junliang carried Dahong on his back, and Han Quanhe rushed to the infirmary. Jiang Ling said: "Dong Luhan, we must pay attention to caring for the new soldiers. Let's keep training. "Yes."

"What are you doing in a daze? Training. ”

Dong Luhan turned around and scolded in his heart: "Fuck, I just dropped the chain at this time." ”

Dahong lay on the bunk after taking injections and medicines, and Han Quanhe sat next to him to take care. Dahong opened his eyes with difficulty and said, "Quanhe, I feel better, don't delay your training." "Dahong, it's not me saying you, no matter how important your training is, you can't die without it." "Alright, you can go back to training. Ah, please bring me my satchel. "Why do you want to call the person surnamed Dong to prove that you are pretending to be sick?" "Don't think of people so badly. I beg you. "Then you just wait and cry out."

Dahong took out the poetry collection he wrote "Flowers Laughing Magpies Singing Branches", looked at it for a while, felt very tired, closed his eyes and rested. Dong Luhan gently pushed the door in, snatched the poetry book, and Dahong opened his eyes in shock: "Squad leader, return me." "There's something unsightly." He flipped through it casually, and seemed to understand whether he understood it or not, and felt that not only was there a real problem, but it was also a serious problem. So he put on a straight face and said, "Yang Dahong, I must hand it in immediately." I'll come back to you to settle accounts. ”

Dong Luhan hurriedly went to the company headquarters, Tian Political Commissar Fang Hongxun Jiang Ling was sitting in it talking about work, Jiang Ling looked at the notebook in his hand: "Dong Luhan, what's the matter?" "Report to the instructor, I have identified a serious problem." Jiang Ling thought: "It's really a big deal, since it's a serious problem, how can I say it in front of the instructor and political commissar." So he secretly stared at him and pretended to joke: "You, don't talk about the big sesame thing, the political commissar instructor is talking to me about work." Dong Luhan's eagerness to show his merit naturally turned a deaf ear, and he even raised his voice to emphasize: "Instructor, this is a serious political issue. Political Commissar Tian took over the conversation: "Yes, Jiangling, let him talk about it." ”

Dong Luhan was emotional, handed the collection of poems to Jiang Ling and said: "Yang Dahong wrote it, and I felt that it was too reactionary at first glance. Jiang Ling took over and looked at him suspiciously: "I'll take a look first." So he chuckled and said: "Dong Luhan, Dong Luhan, it's really unconventional to let you be the squad leader." Commissars and instructors, too, take a look. Fang Hongxun humbly let in, and Political Commissar Tian took it over and watched it with relish. Jiang Ling said: "Dong Luhan, you go to train first." Let's take a closer look. ”

Dong Luhan saluted and left with a red face, and Political Commissar Tian said to himself: "Well, not bad, not bad." Jiang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Fang Hongxun said: "Jiang Ling, how is Dong Luhan's work?" "It's good, it's just that the culture is too low, and the fighters have some opinions about him." "That's not good, an army without culture is a stupid army."

Political Commissar Tian handed the poem collection to Fang Hongxun: "Old Fang, it's time for you to appreciate it." ”

Fang Hongxun took it, and Political Commissar Tian said, "Xiao Jiang, can you introduce this little poet friend to me?" "Okay, commissar, I'll arrange it." "Hmm. Did you notify the cafeteria to make a sick meal? "Informed." Political Commissar Tian nodded: "Now that the army wants to develop greatly, it urgently needs talents." ”

In the afternoon, the correspondent Xiao Du came to ask Dahong to go to the company headquarters, and Fang Hongxun said with a smile: "Yang Dahong, Political Commissar Tian wants to hand over your little poet friend." "Thank you, Political Commissar Tian, for your care." "Hahaha, now we're poetry friends, let's sit down and talk." Dahong sat down. Political Commissar Tian said: "Yang Dahong, I want to take your poetry collection back and read it carefully, is it okay?" "Please correct the commissar." "Well, when did you start writing poetry?" "Fifth grade." "What about the last one written?" "It's another episode." "Yes, now recite a song for us to enjoy." "Yes, please correct the chief."

The fluttering snowflakes caressed the face of the Tianshan Mountain, and the military flag was displayed to reflect the face of the red soldiers. On the training ground, there were rows and columns, wearing bright red collar badges on both sides, and five-star hats flashing red. The snow is a carpet, and the snow wind is a fan. Swords and guns flew, and the sound of killing shook the sky. Jackal, can't you see the aimed bullets? The proud sons raised by the Yellow River and the descendants of the Yangtze River will join hands with the Tianshan Mountains to resist the severe cold of Northwest Lia. Shoulder gun, put down, hold the gun, kill, kill, kill!

Political Commissar Tian asked: "Yang Dahong, has this article been submitted to the military newspaper?" "Nope. I think it's still very rough. "What do you think, old man?" Jiang Ling pursed his lips and smiled silently, Fang Hongxun said: "Yang Dahong, what Political Commissar Tian means is that you should take the initiative to give full play to your strengths and strive to serve more for the construction of the army. ”

Dahong nodded.

The military newspaper published Yang Dahong's poem "On the Training Ground," and the army's radio station often broadcast news newsletters written by him, and even commendations were on the list, and he became a celebrity in the recruit company.

Political Commissar Tian got up early, returned to the living room for activities in the yard, and sat on the sofa to pick up Dahong's poetry collection. Daughter Tian Hong asked curiously: "Dad, which poet's masterpiece?" "A little poet friend I just met." "Oh, New Year's Friend."

Tian Hong is in her twenties, with a ruddy complexion, a plump and delicate body, with two small round dimples on her face, short horns, neat and generous.

"Dad, who is he?" "Ghost girl, I've been in the countryside for more than a year, and I've learned a lot." "I'm ashamed." "Your brother has been promoted to company commander in the spy company." "Oh. I am silent about this. But, Dad, why did you answer the question today? "Yes." "I ask who the owner of the book is?" "Oh, the new warrior Yang Dahong. Look at how well he wrote this "Farmhouse"! ”

Outside the house, the bamboo forest is played in the rain at night; On the table, a few handfuls of peanuts and a bowl of wine. Grandpa stroked his beard and pushed the New Year: Well, it's another good year with good weather and good weather; Daddy secretly calculated, the tea on the east mountain, the trees on the south beam, and the many kinds of melons and beans in front of and behind the house, I don't believe that I can't catch up with the two brothers under the west mountain. The sisters secretly squeezed their eyebrows and pulled their hands, laughing at their mother's nagging, but they didn't know the time to slip away quietly.

The sound of birds urges people to get up, and the dawn rain stops working and is busy: my mother gets up early and goes to the stove, and the smoke curls the pot and sings and shovels dance; Grandpa smoked dry tobacco to drive geese and ducks, ducks and geese noisy dogs; Daddy carried the plow to drive the big oxen and shouted to trample the fields; My brother rowed the rice seedlings and water, and a string of questions came out of the water: Silly girl feed, can you choose the best time in July? The sisters walk side by side in the tea mountain, and the tea song sings day by day; The little brother is still dreaming sweetly, showing off a bow in front of his partner in the pine forest in the back mountain.

"Good poetry, simple and fresh style, quiet and beautiful rhyme, warm and introverted emotions...... Similar to the colloquial description, the image vividly reproduces the original flavor of the farmer's production and life. "Dad, I don't think so." "Tell me." "Comrade Political Commissar, you have to show me first." "Ah, dad got it, give it. Now that the village is busy, you can't miss the farming time. "Comrade Political Commissar, three sentences do not leave the bank, are you too conscientious." "Ghost girl, the vast world is to exercise your flamboyant tongue?" "Dad, just kidding. It's not a short walk to the village, and I'll go back in the afternoon. ”

Fang Hongxun walked in, Tian Hong made tea and went to the back room, and Political Commissar Tian gestured to him to sit down and said, "Yang Dahong has written the report?" Fang Hongxun nodded and took it out of his briefcase and handed it over: "Political commissar, give." When I went to get it, he fell asleep on the company's desk, and I am afraid that he would stay up again. ”

After reading it, Political Commissar Tian said, "Not bad, not bad. Recruit training is almost over, right? "Well, just this week." "Is the distribution plan decided?" "It's settled. Yang Dahong is divided into automobile teaching teams and will learn to drive this year. "I think it's best to let him plant vegetables and feed the pigs in the production shift first, young people, exercise more." "Yes."

Tian Hong opened Dahong's poetry collection, and the title page read: Flowers and magpies sing branches--- by Yang Dahong. "Haha, this kid is crazy." After reading a few poems in one go, my eyes stayed on a poem "Mystery":

The drunken and smoky spring news, the stupid whirlwind, the flowers look back shyly, who disturbs the woods, peeps at the birds and chirps.

Tian Hong solved the mystery according to her own ideas, she was stunned, and her face was hot. Whispered scolding: "What an amorous species! Looking up at the enlarged photo of himself on the wall, it took a long time to come back to his senses, and he continued to look down one by one.