Chapter 105 If I die, please...
Chapter 105
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying suddenly stopped. "Aunt He, what do you mean?"
Director He looked into her eyes and said, "It means exactly what it says."
"Yingying, Aunt He is asking if you want to."
Meng Yingying nodded subconsciously, "Yes, of course I want to."
Otherwise, why would she have worked so hard all this time? It's simply to reach higher levels and meet more geniuses.
"You mean there's now an opportunity for me to join the Capital Song and Dance Troupe?" She herself seemed puzzled. "Didn't you say before that the Capital Song and Dance Troupe was no longer recruiting from local areas?"
That's why, even though she and Tong Jialan had graduation certificates from Moba Affiliated School, they could only wait in vain at the local cultural troupe.
The director said, "They don't recruit, but—"
She looked into Meng Yingying's eyes, "Are you sure you're right?"
Meng Yingying nodded.
“Then I’ll go and try it, but I’m not sure I can do it 100%.”
"But Yingying, I hope that in the future—" you won't blame me.
These words were never spoken before Director He left, leaving Meng Yingying completely bewildered.
She stood there, somewhat puzzled. "What is Director He trying to do?"
Qi Donghan shook his head. He guessed, "From what I heard from her, she probably had the ability to help you get a spot in the Capital Song and Dance Troupe, but she was afraid you would regret it, so she hasn't done it yet."
Meng Yingying murmured, "As long as I don't do anything illegal, how could I regret it if I could get a spot in the Capital Song and Dance Troupe?"
This is a rare opportunity for advancement.
After leaving the garrison, Director He did not go to the cultural troupe's office, but instead went there.
At this moment, sitting at the head of the cultural troupe's office was Commander Chen, followed by Troupe Leader Fang, Yang Jie, and Song Fenfang, who was coughing.
This was the first time Song Fenfang appeared at the Harbin Municipal Cultural Troupe as Meng Yingying's mother.
It's worth noting that the last time it came was by Old Mrs. Song, but this time she came in person.
Song Fenfang didn't even go back to the Song family home; instead, she went directly to the Harbin Cultural Troupe.
"Professor Song."
Commander Fang's tone was very polite, "You've come this time?"
Song Fenfang coughed slightly, suppressing the itch in her throat, and said in a low voice, "I just came to see Yingying."
The moment those words were spoken, everyone understood immediately.
It turned out that after Grandma Song's visit, their guesses had all come true.
It turns out that Meng Yingying's biological mother really was Song Fenfang.
When this news was suddenly released, to be honest, several people in the office were shocked.
Others may not know, but Commander Fang does. Back then, Meng Yingying wrote "both parents deceased" in the mother's section.
I never imagined she had such an amazing mother.
Or perhaps she already knew, but it was just a hint from Commander Chen; he simply didn't say it outright.
At this moment, it seems to have been validated.
Yang Jie was deeply moved. She stared intently at Song Fenfang, trying to see if she resembled Meng Yingying.
I know you have doubts.
"I also know that you are Yingying's teacher."
Song Fenfang stood up and bowed to Yang Jie, "Thank you for taking care of Yingying for so long."
"I'll be troubling you again in the future."
To be honest, even Commander Chen, who was present, couldn't accept Song Fenfang's bow, let alone Yang Jie.
Yang Jie was startled and immediately stood up, moving aside to avoid Song Fenfang's bow. "Professor Song, please don't do that."
Without Professor Song conducting research and experiments at the front lines, they wouldn't be able to dance peacefully in the performing arts troupe.
Moreover, every single gun and ammunition those soldiers were carrying was developed by Professor Song and his team.
“Teacher Yang, you should accept this bow,” Song Fenfang said. “Once a teacher, always a teacher. I’m entrusting my daughter Yingying to you from now on.”
This time, the last character is "您" (you).
It's easy to see how much Song Fenfang valued Yang Jie.
Upon hearing this, Yang Jie had a bad feeling. She felt that Song Fenfang was entrusting her child to someone else, but with so many people around, she couldn't ask any more questions.
She thought for a moment, "I am Yingying's teacher, so it is only right that I treat her well and take care of her."
Song Fenfang said, "Thank you."
She stood up and walked up to Commander Chen. "I know that the weapons used by the Harbin garrison are all old weapons that were phased out in the previous batch."
"Everyone finds it very difficult to use."
A glint of light flashed in Commander Chen's eyes. He asked, "Professor Song, what do you mean?"
Their attitude was very good.
There was no trace of the teacher's authority.
Song Fenfang said, “I have a batch of Type 56 rifles that were recently developed, but they have not yet been put into production. I will propose to the Northwest Base that all weapons developed by the Northwest Base in the future be sent to the Harbin garrison for production and use. Once the experiment is successful, they will be promoted to garrison units across the country.”
"And the Harbin garrison, being the first to receive and use the weapons, can serve as instructors for the various garrisons."
Upon hearing this, Commander Chen jumped up in shock. "Professor Song, are you serious?"
If they have the right to priority production and use of the experimental equipment, then their team stationed in Harbin will soon no longer be so poor and miserable.
This is undoubtedly a meteoric rise to power.
No, this is clinging to a powerful figure, and the most powerful one at that.
Song Fenfang nodded, forcibly swallowing the metallic taste in her mouth, and hummed in agreement, "Really?"
“If I didn’t take it seriously, I wouldn’t have brought this up in front of you.”
She took out a pen and paper, wrote down Director Ma's phone number, and handed it to Commander Chen, saying, "If I'm no longer around, you can go find this person."
This shows that even the arrangements for his funeral were made perfectly clear.
Everyone was immediately taken aback, and Yang Jie asked directly, "Professor Song, what do you mean by that?"
What do you mean by "she's gone"? It means that Commander Chen can search for her alone.
Song Fenfang smiled, and when she smiled, one could vaguely see a resemblance to Meng Yingying, especially in their eyebrows and eyes, which were almost identical.
"I was just joking with everyone."
She said to Commander Chen, "I may not be at the base. Sometimes I will be far away from the base. If you can't contact me then, you can contact him."
"After you've finished reading, burn it."
Giving out Director Ma's contact information was somewhat against the rules, but fortunately, Song Fenfang proposed the idea of setting up a production experiment team.
When this matter is settled, Director Ma and Division Commander Chen will have a lot of contact.
Therefore, Song Fenfang simply revealed this matter in advance.
Commander Chen nodded, looking at it again and again. After confirming that he had memorized the phone number, he secretly lit it with a match, and flames engulfed the paper.
It's as if that string of numbers on it never appeared.
"Professor Song, you've helped us so much. Is there anything we can do for you?"
The one who asked this question was Commander Chen. Others might not know, but he was all too aware of the benefits that Song Fenfang had previously proposed.
If they follow this approach, within a year, their Harbin team will become the leading team in the entire Northeast China.
Song Fenfang said, "I only have one request."
"That means treating my daughter Meng Yingying well."
“If—” she lowered her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was more resolute, “if she doesn’t have a good relationship with Qi Donghan in the future, or if Qi Donghan betrays her, I hope that Commander Chen and Regiment Commander Fang, as people who have been through this, will help my Yingying this once.”
"Military marriages are difficult to end, and often impossible to end; if it really comes to that—"
Song Fenfang bowed to Commander Chen and Regiment Commander Fang, saying, "Please, you must help my Yingying."
This is the second time I've bowed.
The first time I bowed to Yang Jie was because Yang Jie was Meng Yingying's teacher, and after her death, Yang Jie would be the closest teacher to Meng Yingying.
The second bow was to Division Commander Chen and Regiment Commander Fang, the two people with the most power at the scene.
If Meng Yingying and Qi Donghan truly reach an irreconcilable point in the future, then what she needs is a powerful elder, a high-ranking and influential elder, to step forward and uphold justice for her.
Military marriages are difficult to end.
However, if she has a sufficiently powerful elder standing behind her, then the marriage can be dissolved.
Perhaps at this critical moment, this was a life-saving opportunity for Meng Yingying.
Of course, this might be Song Fenfang worrying too much.
But for a mother, a mother who feels indebted to her child, this is one of the few things she can consider for her child.
When a child is happy, it goes without saying that her presence is unnecessary.
But if her child is having a hard time, she has to be there for him, even if she's not there, she has to make sure everything is taken care of.
We will do everything in our power to ensure her child's future personal safety and prevent any harm.
Seeing Song Fenfang bow so deeply, Commander Chen felt a mix of emotions. He reached out to help her up, saying, "Professor Song, you don't need to do this."
"I introduced Comrade Meng to his marriage, and I've watched Xiao Han grow up. I know his character well. If he really bullies Comrade Meng like this in the future, I will definitely not let him off without you having to tell me."
Commander Fang echoed, "Yes, Professor Song."
“We are all Yingying’s family. Don’t worry, we will definitely not let her suffer any losses.”
With these words, Song Fenfang felt relieved and called out towards the door, "He Meifeng, come in."
It turned out to be Director He. I don't know when she stood at the door. It's clear that she's a very pragmatic person. When she noticed that they were having a business discussion inside the office, she waited at the door and never crossed the line.
She didn't come in until Song Fenfang called her.
"Professor Song."
It turns out that Director He also knew Song Fenfang's identity.
Moreover, judging from their tone of voice, they seemed to know each other.
"Back then, you called me Song Fenfang."
He Chang rubbed her hands awkwardly, "That was because I was young and ignorant." She and Song Fenfang were actually from the same school, but Song Fenfang was a few years ahead of her.
When Song Fenfang returned to school, she was young and arrogant and thought that Song Fenfang was a genius, and that she was also a genius. She even challenged Song Fenfang.
The result, naturally, was a crushing defeat.
When the topic of those days came up, Song Fenfang's face broke into a genuine smile. "Who hasn't been young before?"
Where does youth come from? It is youthful arrogance and high spirits.
She was rebellious and defiant, and her main goal was to go against her parents.
They were all the most pampered daughters in their families and had never been harmed by the preference for sons over daughters.
On the contrary, they lived freely and recklessly, and all of them received the best education.
However, they later went their separate ways and shone brightly in their own fields.
Song Fenfang's rebellious and unruly nature turned into silence and taciturnity, and all she could see were those cold experimental data.
On the contrary, He Chang's youthful arrogance and flamboyance seem to have transformed into a smooth, sophisticated, worldly-wise, and charming person over the years.
They all seem to have changed.
Yet it seems nothing has changed.
"Did you ask Yingying?"
What was her answer?
It turns out that Professor Song asked Director He to go and ask Meng Yingying.
Director He nodded. "I asked, and she wants to join the Capital Song and Dance Troupe."
"However, I went to the Capital Song and Dance Troupe, and they no longer accept female soldiers from local cultural troupes. I even argued with them at the time, saying that they kept changing their minds."
"But it seems to be no use. Not only that, they also plan to cut the expenses of our local cultural troupe and the provincial song and dance troupe."
This was planned from the very beginning to leave no way out for those below.
That's what made her most angry.
It was at this moment that Yang Jie understood why, despite asking Director He in private many times, he refused to answer.
Because this result was really not good, and was even worse than they had imagined.
Yang Jie sighed softly, "I also asked the National Ballet of China, and it's the same there."
“Regional protectionism, and now they intend to strictly implement this approach.”
So they blocked all the roads below.
However, Director He and his team's initial plans seemed to be disrupted by this regulation. They wanted to bring local people into the Capital Song and Dance Troupe, to bridge the information gap, and to ensure that the female members of their local song and dance troupes and cultural troupes could also enjoy the various conveniences offered by the Capital Song and Dance Troupe.
It seems really difficult.
After listening, Song Fenfang paused for a moment, "I remember that on the list I was given back then, Li Shaoqing and Shen Meilan both successfully entered the Capital Song and Dance Troupe, right?"
Only her daughter was left behind.
"right."
Director He said, "That's because they have Beijing residency. Their families helped them transfer their residency from Harbin and Changchun to Beijing early on."
Shen Meilan was from Changshi.
Li Shaoqing is from Harbin.
However, because they were born into good families, they transferred their household registrations to the capital city a long time ago.
It was precisely because of this that Shen Meilan was able to join the youth team of the Capital Song and Dance Troupe, and Li Shaoqing's path was not much different from hers.
Ultimately, their family has connections in the capital, which is why they were able to get into the Capital Song and Dance Troupe.
"Beijing residency?"
Song Fenfang asked a question.
"Yes, it's a Beijing hukou (household registration)."
It sounds simple, but for ordinary people, it's something they could never get their hands on in their entire lives.
Song Fenfang: "I have one."
Now everyone looked over, including Commander Fang and Yang Jie.
Song Fenfang said, "The organization offered me a Beijing hukou (household registration) before, but I didn't want it. I said that a Harbin hukou was good enough."
For people like them, their entire lives are spent at the Northwest Base. Since they won't leave the base, neither a Beijing residency permit nor a resettlement house seems to have any effect on them.
At this point, Song Fenfang said, "I'll take care of the household registration issue."
“I can register that household under Yingying’s name.”
"Besides that, the Capital Song and Dance Troupe, right?"
Director He nodded, "Yes, besides the household registration, I'm also worried that the recruitment period has passed."
It has been a full twenty days since Yingying and her classmates returned to China and received their graduation certificates.
Based on the registration period of previous years, it is clear that the deadline has already passed.
Song Fenfang: "I'll handle it."
To be honest, when Director He heard this, his heart started pounding.
These four words are simply too beautiful.
A simple "I'll handle it" is like the most beautiful music.
Yang Jie wanted to ask Song Fenfang how she planned to resolve the issue. After all, this kind of thing wasn't just about using connections.
However, Director He stopped him.
Song Fenfang didn't know how she did it, but she borrowed a phone and first called Director Ma, "Old Ma, does the capital city residency permit that the leader promised me still stand?"
Old Ma was a little surprised. "Why did you suddenly ask that?"
“If it counts, then give my daughter Meng Yingying a Beijing household registration.”
Old Ma thought for a moment, "Is it in a hurry?"
"urgent."
"It's best to do it as quickly as possible."
Old Ma nodded. "Then you should have your daughter go directly to the capital. Someone at the household registration department will handle the inter-provincial application for her."
"Do we still need her to go?"
Listen to that question.
The women present, including Director He, looked at each other in bewilderment. To be honest, they all held high positions, but it was only natural for someone like Song Fenfang to ask such a question.
Do we still need her?
To be honest, they couldn't get the answer from that question, and of course, they wouldn't dare to even think about it.
It's fair to say that the gap between people is still far too large.
Old Ma's lips twitched as well. "Fine, I'll get you a certificate here, proving that Meng Yingying is your daughter, and then I'll just give her the household registration."
Song Fenfang nodded, "Then let's do it that way."
"Secondly, I also need to find Wu Yanzhou of the Capital Song and Dance Troupe. Can you ask her for me if my daughter, Song Fenfang, will still make things difficult for her if she has all the necessary documents to join the Capital Song and Dance Troupe?"
As soon as he said that...
Old Ma also fell silent.
"Professor Song, this doesn't seem appropriate."
Song Fenfang rarely acted coy, saying, "I'm not really suitable either. My head is throbbing badly, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do any experiments."
"By the way, I can't finish the second phase of the project either. Why? I'm working my butt off on the front lines, and my daughter is clearly a genius, but she's being harassed by these policies. Isn't that bullying?"
"What? Are local geniuses not geniuses? Just to protect the pride of those young geniuses in the capital from being hurt?"
Even Director Ma couldn't stand this unreasonable and nonsensical argument.
"Okay, okay, I'll contact them."
Song Fenfang hummed in agreement and hung up the phone. "Hurry up. If you're a step behind, I'll be a step behind when I get back to the base, and if I'm a step behind, the experiment will fall behind."
"Old Ma, it all depends on you when I go back."
Old Ma then went off to take care of his business.
It was as if a whip was being lashed across their backside, as if they were afraid of being even a step too slow.
Just as Song Fenfang hung up the phone, everyone else in the office looked over. Clearly, Director He, Regiment Commander Fang, and Yang Jie all had a look of shock on their faces.
They really didn't expect Song Fenfang to be this kind of person in private.
He was also very different from the genius they imagined.
Seeing everyone's shock, Song Fenfang smiled and said, "What? Haven't you ever seen me like this before?"
"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures."
"As long as the goal is achieved, the process doesn't matter."
Her greatest strength is herself.
While she's still around, we should naturally try to secure more benefits for Yingying.
So that if she's no longer around, even if you want to ask for it, you won't be able to.
Neither of them spoke.
Song Fenfang recalled what Director He had told her before, "Didn't you tell me before that Yingying wanted to compete in the Capital Song and Dance Troupe?"
As she said this, a hint of a smile appeared in her eyes. "Then let her go."
"Tell her she has a chance, now it's up to her to see how far she can go."
These words made Director He feel inexplicably both heartbroken and happy. "And what about you?"
"Fragrance, and what about you?"
Song Fenfang paused, the smile in her eyes slowly fading. She got up and walked slowly, touching the office desk, smelling the crisp, damp air, and looking at the cedar trees outside the window.
She actually felt that even in a cold place like Harbin, winter was beautiful.
That was a place unlike the vast yellow sands of the Northwest Base.
Song Fenfang withdrew her gaze, her voice soft, tinged with a slight cough, "Me? I'll go back to where I came from."
Her mission and purpose was at the Northwest Base.
Even if I die, I'll die at the Northwest Base.
Her ashes will be scattered across the vast desert, witnessing the Northwest Base's rise from nothing to something, from being despised and ridiculed to being admired and feared.
It inspires awe and fear.
That's enough.
Tragic and intense.
This is her fate.
It is also the fate of generations of people in the Northwest Base.
They had no choice, yet they had no choice but to continue on this path.
At that moment, the entire office fell silent.
Division Commander Chen stood up straight first and saluted Song Fenfang, "Comrade Song, thank you."
Commander Fang saluted in turn.
He Chang and Yang Jie were also involved.
Song Fenfang shook her head, her smile calm and composed. "No need to thank me, this is the mission of our generation."
Only they can develop generation after generation of new weapons.
Their brothers and sisters won't get beaten.
Their descendants will not be enslaved.
They bear the weight of not only their own lives, but the lives of countless others.
It is a free life.
Life is a choice.
It is a life lived with dignity.
Song Fenfang was very calm, just like life and death, she had long since let go of it, "I have no regrets about the organization in my life, but I have no regrets about my daughter Meng Yingying."
"If in the future, one day I am no longer here."
She bowed deeply to everyone in the office, a full ninety degrees, a tear rolling down her cheek. She pleaded softly, "Please take good care of my Yingying."
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Author's Note: I wrote the character Song Fenfang in a very complex way. Up to now, I find that she is no longer under my control. She has grown her own flesh and blood. She is imperfect, not at all. But as I finished writing, I felt very sad, very sad.
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