Tiezhu looks silly, and his ears turn red when he sees Jiang Ningning, but he is very considerate.
The road chosen is relatively easy to walk.
The two headed towards the coastline, one after the other.
The road ahead was difficult to walk on, my rubber boots kept sinking into the mud on the seawall, and every step required a lot of effort.
But soon Jiang Ningning couldn't care less about these things.
Deputy Company Commander Wang had no intention of making things difficult for her, and the flood fighting on the front line had entered a critical moment.
Journalists must seize the forefront.
Ahead, on the 800-meter life-and-death line, a stream of green people were carrying sandbags and using their flesh and blood to mend the cracks in the collapsed dam.
In the stormy waves, the commander's neck veins bulged, and his roar pierced through the wind and rain: "Use me to fill it! The backbone of the Communist Party members is the flood control stakes!"
The soldiers' hats dripped with sweat and blood, and the hems of their uniforms were frosted with salt, like a grass-green border on the raging sea.
Snap!
This scene was deeply engraved in Jiang Ningning's heart and was also recorded in the camera.
She suddenly remembered two things her teacher often said during class:
“Someone has to remember!”
"The pen should be inserted into the most powerful part of the cannon."
Passionate blood was coursing in Jiang Ningning's veins. She walked forward with her camera in hand. Suddenly, her rubber boots stepped into the thigh-deep sea water and were nearly overturned by the waves.
Fortunately, Tiezhu was quick to grab her and pull her up.
Jiang Ningning was still frightened.
The sea breeze made my body shiver with cold.
Fortunately, she was prepared. She calmly took out a piece of ginger from her coat pocket and chewed it for a few times. The spicy taste instantly spread along her throat to her whole body.
That feeling completely overwhelmed that coldness.
Jiang Ningning only had a part of her trouser legs wet, but those fellow soldiers had to stand in the icy sea water in the dead of winter.
"I'm fine, let's go a little further!"
The camera technology in the 1970s had not yet developed to the level of being able to provide high-pixel images. The distance was too far and the photos taken were blurry.
Tiezhu looked at her deeply for a few times, thinking that this delicate female comrade would be frightened to the point of screaming like a ghost, but she was unexpectedly resilient.
After thinking for a few seconds, he took out the military rope from his waist and tied it into a loop. "You pull this hemp rope and I'll pull you. Then you won't be afraid of being swept away by the waves."
"Thank you, Comrade Tiezhu." Jiang Ningning did not act pretentiously. She put her wrist in and tried not to cause trouble to the other party.
Tiezhu continued to lead the way, trying to step on a stable ground.
Another two-meter-high wave hit us head-on.
"Solitaire! Solitaire!"
The commando captain's roar was louder than the thunder.
The soldiers bent their arms across the bronze bridge, their necks bulging with veins, and sandbags rolled and passed between their spines.
Jiang Ningning raised her camera and pointed the lens at the brave soldiers. The viewfinder was instantly filled with mud and she pressed the shutter button with trembling hands.
The eighteen-year-old child soldier knelt in the mud and hammered piles. The pressure of the ten-pound sack made his collarbone hurt, and blood flowed down along the fir thorns.
The battle-hardened veteran soldier rubbed the bloody bandage across his palm, and in his right pocket bulged a half-finished letter home.
The blown-down "Man Conquers Nature" sign was half submerged in the sea water, and the red paint was melting away bit by bit.
…
The sound of camera shutters and waves playing together——
The thrilling New Year's Eve on January 29, 1976 was engraved into the historical film.
At dusk.
After a day and a night of rain, the intensity of the rain gradually subsided.
Jiang Ningning sat next to the pile of books wrapped in a military coat, turning what she saw and heard during the day into words under her pen.
Suddenly, a pair of hands handed me an enamelware pot. The strong smell of ginger soup made my nose itchy.
She looked up and saw the person coming. A smile of surprise appeared on her face. "Sister Wen, you are here too? This jar of ginger soup is really a timely help. I am a little cold."
A smile broke out on Wen Xiuying's tense face. "Drink it quickly. I'll get you some food after you finish."
Jiang Ningning obediently picked up the enamel pot, and the warmth spread from her palm to every part of her body.
Then, looking at the expectant gaze opposite her, she lowered her head and took a sip. The sweetness of the brown sugar overwhelmed the taste of ginger, and my eyes suddenly brightened slightly.
"Sister Wen, you even cooked a special meal for me? You put several spoonfuls of brown sugar in it, right? I love you so much!"
Jiang Ningning expressed her joy without hesitation, with an exaggerated expression as if Wen Xiuying had done something extraordinary.
Wen Xiuying was immediately delighted by this compliment, and looked at Jiang Ningning with even more affectionate eyes, as if she wished that this was her own sister.
"I never thought that someone as petite and weak as you could be so fearless in the waves."
"Actually, I'm not scared," Jiang Ningning said shyly and a little embarrassed.
"My calves felt weak when I entered the sea, and I was almost swept into the sea by the waves. Fortunately, Comrade Tiezhu held me tightly with the rope."
"However," she pointed to her chest, "when I saw the soldiers on the front line, I felt infinite courage in my chest."
Jiang Ningning picked up the camera and showed the photos to Wen Xiuying. There was no need for any fancy shooting techniques, as each photo was already shocking.
This is enough to show how close Jiang Ningning was to the front line at the time to capture the details so clearly.
"Ningning, you took great photos. If we send these photos to the provincial capital, they will definitely be published in the provincial newspaper."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ningning waved her hand with a look of disapproval, "I just took the photo randomly."
The more she said this, the more modest she seemed.
Wen Xiuying felt even more obligated to let others see the good in her sister. Suddenly, she saw Jiang Ningning suddenly start pinching her arm.
It seemed that she was very sore and swollen, and her willow-shaped eyebrows were tightly knitted together in discomfort.
An idea suddenly flashed through her mind, and Wen Xiuying said in a coaxing tone, "You've been tired for a day, so let me have the camera. I'll help you print out the photos."
By the way, I printed two more copies and secretly sent them to the provincial capital for her.
If I can be selected in the provincial newspaper, I can give Jiang Ningning a surprise. If she lost, she wouldn't know, and she wouldn't be disappointed.
Wen Xiuying had a good plan.
Jiang Ningning tried hard to ignore the slightly painful conscience, "I am sure I saved the Milky Way in my previous life because I met Sister Wen."
The simple and honest Wen Xiuying had never heard such straightforward and earthy love words before. A force suddenly surged in her chest, and she wanted to bang her head against the wall for her sister.
"Wait, I'll get you some food!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the pair of eyes opposite her were instantly filled with emotion.
ah! Her sister is such a girl who is easily moved and soft-hearted!
Wen Xiuying left the tent with excitement.
As soon as she left, Jiang Ningning fell back and collapsed into the sleeping bag.
My whole body aches.
Two big blisters formed on the soles of her feet, and even the palms were red and swollen from being rubbed by the camera. It turned out that this delicate body was not meant to be worked hard.
If you want to blame someone, blame your ability as a slave in your previous life, who drew the pie and rushed it to the shelves.
Jiang Ningning couldn't help shivering and almost shook her head off.
I will definitely not eat pancakes next time!
Even if the kids draw it, it won’t work!
Speaking of my kids, I suddenly miss them a little. I wonder if they are eating well.
I really want to sleep with you guys...
Maybe because she was tired all day, Jiang Ningning's eyelids gradually became heavier. I planned to take a nap, and before I knew it, I fell into a deep sleep.
When Wen Xiuying came back, she saw her sleeping soundly. She lovingly but helplessly helped her pull up the sleeping bag and covered her with her military coat.
Then she put the aluminum lunch box on the table, right next to the article. She saw that it said:
The child soldier's teeth were tied into knots by the bleeding bandage. He was biting not only the flood control rope, but also his spine that could not be bent by five years of Chinese history. His back, covered with salt frost, was like a steel Great Wall...
Such ability to express each word with gems, and such writing style!
It seems like Jiang Ningning was born to work in the Propaganda Department!
“It’s so wonderfully written!”
After reading the whole article, Wen Xiuying felt her blood boiling. Could she appreciate such a well-written article alone?
Of course not!
Wen Xiuxiong copied down a copy with great enthusiasm and could not wait to share and discuss with others.
Shortly after she left, someone entered the tent...
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