Wen Xin is a young screenwriting teacher. This is her first time to receive such an interview, and she is obviously a little nervous.
The Southwest Military Region was short of musicals, so the leadership attached great importance to their first newspaper appearance. Qin Yuman was not responsible for asking questions; she needed to take notes on the key points.
She took notes so carefully that she naturally noticed that Wenxin was stumbling when answering questions and was obviously quite unfamiliar with the subject.
The answers to some deep-thinking questions were full of doubts, and in the end, the colleagues who asked the questions were a little embarrassed.
Qin Yuman thought, is this really a rare screenwriting genius?
Why does it feel like it wasn't written by her?
Of course, she didn't dare to think about this in her heart. If she really said it, it would be too stupid.
But she wasn't the only one who thought so.
After the interview, my colleague whispered, "Did you ask too many questions today? It seems like some of the questions are unfamiliar to Teacher Wenxin."
That's putting it mildly.
Qin Yuman said quickly, "You asked others and they all used the same logic, so why do they give such wrong answers?"
The two looked at each other and shut up at the same time.
Anyway, they just need to complete the tasks assigned by the leaders on time, and these things are not discussed privately.
"It's not impossible. Some people are born to write on paper, but are not good at expressing themselves." After a pause, the colleague guessed.
Qin Yuman was a little curious, "Is her script wonderful?"
She had never read the script, but she had a natural sense of belonging to these two words. The memories of her previous life were covered with a veil in her mind, and she seemed to understand this thing vaguely.
"Yes, but it's still far behind the General Military Region."
Qin Yuman's curiosity was piqued by her colleague's words. She used some methods to find the script of "Forward" and read it.
This sight seemed to open her Ren and Du meridians, and many ideas popped into her mind.
Xu Mei writes articles. As a "literary generation", she naturally imitates her mother's footsteps, but when she looked at the script at this moment, she felt that she had found the most suitable path.
So for the next two days, Qin Yuman did not hang out with other colleagues, but prepared to go to see the performance of "Forward".
This time the performance was held in the Tenth Division, and none of her colleagues came, so Qin Yuman came alone.
She sat in the audience, attracting more attention from the soldiers than the stage performances.
The simple soldiers would cast observant glances at him from time to time, without any other meaning, just pure appreciation.
Qin Yuman had long been accustomed to such looks. She stared at the stage intently. "Forward" did make sense and was indeed profound and meaningful. However, she had watched many programs from the General Military Region, and compared with them, there was indeed a gap.
"Wen Zheng, take a good look at 'Forward' and try your best to defeat them next time."
The person who was speaking was sitting in front of Qin Yuman. She happened to know him. She heard that he was the commander of the 10th Division, named Zheng Liujiang.
He was talking to the people around him.
The short-haired woman next to him was the head of the Tenth Division Art Troupe. She nodded and said, "Yes, Commander."
The man beside Zheng Liujiang laughed, "Old Zheng, you can even transfer the Shenfeng Battalion to our division and give the Rising Sun Song and Dance Troupe to you."
"Humph, old commander, look at Mo Fanghai's smug face. No wonder he kept talking to Fu Jingchen yesterday. It turns out he had this idea in mind. Although the song and dance troupe is important, how can it compare to the Shenfeng Battalion?"
Zheng Liujiang immediately turned around and complained.
At this time, the stage performance was at its most exciting part, and the voices became louder and louder. Qin Yuman gradually couldn't hear what they were saying afterwards.
She just heard the name and knew about the Shenfeng Camp.
Perhaps it was a very powerful battalion of the 10th Division.
The performance ended and everyone prepared to leave.
Qin Yuman stood up from her seat, walked through the long row of chairs, and when she reached the door, she walked shoulder to shoulder with a very tall man.
She subconsciously glanced at the other person, then looked away. Even though the person she knew was considered a rare talent, she still thought this person's appearance was very attractive.
The military uniform fit his broad shoulders tightly, the brim of his hat pressed down the shadow of his brow, and his deep facial features looked like a star who walked out of a movie in his past life.
It was so intense that she paused slightly.
As if sensing her gaze, the other party also looked over. Qin Yuman felt that the other party's gaze lingered on her for a while.
"Fu Jingchen, why are you walking so fast?" Another person complained dissatisfiedly from behind.
The footsteps beside her stopped, and Qin Yuman also heard his voice.
"You're too slow."
It was a faint sound, but the tone was very nice. Unfortunately, he stopped and Qin Yuman quickly surpassed him.
This encounter, which could not be considered an acquaintance, planted a strange seed in her heart. Two days later, she did not return to Beijing with the "Literary Supplement", but chose to stay in the Tenth Teachers College.
Naturally, Fu Jingchen's share was small, mainly because she had met Su Wenzheng and unexpectedly got along well with the group leader. She was already working on writing the script.
Poor Qin Dongling and Xu Mei, who were separated by a wall, were looking forward to their daughter's quick return. However, everyone from the "Literary Supplement" came back, and their precious daughter was left there.
Qin Dongling shamelessly sent a telegram, asking Commander Zheng of the 10th Division to mediate.
It was at this time that Commander Zheng learned that Qin Yuman was actually the only daughter of the Chief of General Staff.
He wanted to persuade her to go back, but Qin Yuman had already written a very good script. Under Su Wenzheng's lobbying, Zheng Liujiang chose to turn a blind eye.
Anyway, they just treat the little girl well. A kind father often spoils his daughter. Now is the age when Qin Yuman should work hard.
Zheng Liujiang would never admit it, he just wanted to show off the Tenth Division Art Troupe.
Qin Yuman had no idea what was going on in Master Zheng's mind.
Her talent for scriptwriting improved day by day, and she wrote like a god. She gradually adapted to the life here and became friends with the female soldiers.
Of course, there were a few times when she met Fu Jingchen in the cafeteria, and it was difficult for her not to look at him.
For some reason, every time she looked at Fu Jingchen, she felt a strange throbbing.
At such times, Qin Yuman felt particularly sorry that her mother was not with her. Xu Mei was her best friend, and most of the time she was willing to chat with her on an equal footing.
If her mother were here, she could tell her all her feelings. This feeling, similar to liking a boy, was something she had never experienced in her previous life.
that's all,
During the day, I pondered the script and watched the female soldiers train.
Rest and daydream at night.
Soon, the day of the military competition arrived.
Qin Yuman watched the game with the Tenth Division Art Troupe.
I have to say that the military competition was extremely exciting, especially the Shenfeng Battalion, which was a medal harvester.
At the beginning, Qin Yuman was even sweating, but after watching them for a while, every time she saw their familiar faces, she couldn't help but feel relieved.
"The weighted cross-country shooting is about to begin." Someone said.
The entire crowd rushed over, and Qin Yuman also went to look, and indeed saw Fu Jingchen's figure.
The invincible Shenfeng Camp was no different from everyone else at this moment. They all looked at the field with burning eyes, curious and full of infinite confidence in that figure.
Fu Jingchen obviously did not disappoint their expectations.
The first place result was like the most primitive stimulant, and everyone in the Shenfeng Camp blushed with excitement.
Qin Yuman didn’t know if she was influenced by them, but she felt her face was also red.
She had been standing on the sidelines, and what had just happened was still repeating in her mind. She felt her breathing quicken, and even though she couldn't see, her eyes were very bright.
Fu Jingchen came from the shooting range and stopped subconsciously when he saw her.
This beautiful female comrade whom he had seen at that performance also made him feel very different.
It's not just her beautiful and bright face, but also because of that mysterious and mysterious feeling.
Fu Jingchen felt that he might like this lesbian a little, especially the way she looked at him.
For example, now, she was looking at him with burning eyes... the medal hanging around his neck.
If it were according to Fu Jingchen's previous character, no, if there was anyone else here besides her, he would definitely pretend not to see it and just walk away.
But looking at Qin Yuman, he couldn't move his feet, and even took two steps towards her.
Qin Yuman raised her head and looked at him, speechless for a moment.
The genius that everyone admired just now was now standing in front of him.
Fu Jingchen spoke first, his voice a little low, "Do you want this medal?"
“……?”
Qin Yuman didn't react. What did it mean that she wanted a medal?
But she didn't say anything, so Fu Jingchen thought she agreed and took off the medal and handed it to her.
His palm was still hot, and at this moment, the heat seemed to flow along the medal and straight into Qin Yuman's heart.
As they looked at each other, she couldn't help but smile.
In the cluttered training ground, she was as beautiful as a blooming white peony, delicate and pure.
Fu Jingchen could hear the sound of his own heart beating.
From this moment on, their story begins again completely and thoroughly.
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