Save the Bachelor of Heaven

  Chapter 321 322 [Xiao Ping, you are really lucky]

   "Xiaoping, how can you write poetry? Didn't you just graduate from junior high school?"

   "Yes, did you really write this poem, or did you copy it from somewhere?"

   "After graduating from junior high school, I can't read all the words, but I can still write poetry? Why don't I believe it."

  Seeing that Xiaoping's poems could really be published on blackboard newspapers, many people began to speak sourly again.

  In their opinion, Xiaoping, who just graduated from junior high school and has no identity, background, or family background, is not worthy of writing any poems at all.

  When Xiaoping heard this, she couldn't help secretly admiring Xiang Nan's foresight.

  He should have figured out that after he took out this poem, someone would question it, so he reminded himself to write it in a notebook.

   Now, if someone questions it.

   "Of course I wrote it myself. If you don't believe me, take a look, these are my waste manuscripts." Xiaoping climbed into bed, took out her notebook from under the quilt and said, there were indeed several waste poems on it.

  It seems that Xiaoping didn't write it in a day or two, and didn't change it once or twice.

  Seeing that Xiaoping presented the evidence, the others had nothing to say.

  Seeing that everyone was speechless, Xiaoping felt a burst of joy in her heart.

  …

  Xiao Suizi immediately helped Xiaoping and published the poem on the blackboard.

  After this poem was published, it caused a small-scale commotion.

  Many people praised this poem as well written.

   Their praise gave Xiaoping a great sense of satisfaction.

   After two days, people not only praised Xiaoping, but envied and hated her.

  Because Xiang Nan wrote another song based on this poem written by Xiaoping, the name is "The Spring Water in the Borderlands is Clear and Pure".

  He brought this song to the political commissar, and after singing a cappella in front of the political commissar, the political commissar was so happy that he held Xiang Nan's hand and would not let go.

   "Liu Feng, this song is really well written. You are really a great talent in our art troupe." The political commissar said with satisfaction.

   This song, like the song he wrote last time, is very good. The lyrics are moving, the melody is beautiful, it is really very good. It can also be seen that Liu Feng is really a talent.

   "Thank you for the compliment from the political commissar." Xiang Nan laughed, "However, this song is not due to me alone. I got the inspiration after reading the poem written by Comrade He Xiaoping. Therefore, half of the credit is due to her."

   "Oh?! Really?" The political commissar said in surprise, "It seems that our art troupe is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and yet another talented woman came out."

   "Yes, political commissar, I also think Comrade He Xiaoping's words are well written." Xiang Nan laughed.

   "Well, no wonder. Her biological father is an intellectual, and her family has a long history. It is not surprising that she can write poetry." The political commissar nodded.

  Xiang Nan felt a little creepy when he heard it.

  In Xiaoping's military file, in the column of birth, he clearly filled in "Ge Gan". But he didn't expect the political commissar to know her background like the back of his hand. His small actions did not hide him in the slightest. It's really scary enough.

   "Political commissar, Xiaoping has drawn a clear line with her biological father, and even changed her stepfather's surname, so she is a good comrade." Xiang Nan thought for a while, and said cautiously.

  He was worried that the political commissar would erase Xiaoping's contribution in this song in the name of her bad background. In that case, his plan would fail.

   "Yes, as long as you are willing to correct yourself, you are a good comrade." The political commissar nodded, "Liu Feng, I will help you report this song. Our regiment is short of talents, the more the better."

   "Yes, the political commissar is right." Xiang Nan was relieved when he heard that.

  He knew that the political commissar wanted to protect Xiaoping. This is also reasonable. For the political commissar, the more talents and works produced by the art troupe, the better for him.

   As for the origin, it is really a small problem. Even Xiao Suizi can be the lead dancer in the troupe, Xiaoping is not a big deal.

  …

  Xiang Nan's news that Xiaoping had written a poem and a song, as soon as it got out, immediately caused a sensation in the art troupe. Everyone envied it.

  Xiang Nan's song "The sun is the reddest, the chairman is the closest" really brought him a second-class merit. And at the end of the year, he must be one of them. It can be seen how much benefit a song can bring.

  Xiaoping has just joined the army, and within three months, she has been able to make meritorious service and award awards. How can veterans like them not envy and hate.

   "Xiao Ping is really promising. Seeing that she is about to become famous, it's amazing!"

   "Liu Feng is really eccentric. I wrote poems before, why didn't he compose music for me?"

   "Xiao Ping was really lucky, and a doggerel was actually composed. If I had known this, I would have written it."

  Many people said sourly.

  Hearing what they said, Xiaoping felt even more grateful to Xiang Nan.

  That night, she still wanted to practice hard and become the A corner to make meritorious service.

  At that time, Xiang Nan advised her not to make such an idea, so as not to attract others' suppression.

  She still didn't understand at that time. Now it seems that Xiang Nan was right in reminding him.

  The people in the art troupe are indeed not all good people. I only achieved a little achievement, they are so sour. If I really robbed them of their A-corner position, they wouldn't tear themselves apart.

  …

  The art troupe then began to rehearse the song "The Spring Water in the Borderlands is Clear and Pure".

  The performance team began to compose and perform; the song and dance team began to select solo singers and design dance moves, intending to present "The Spring Water in the Borderlands" in the form of singing and dancing.

   "Xiao Ping, congratulations. By the way, did your father write back to you?" Xiang Nan asked again with concern.

   "No." Xiaoping said regretfully upon hearing this.

  After she came to the army, she had written several letters to her father, but he didn't reply to her, which made her really miss her.

   "Don't be sad. I think uncle was afraid of affecting your progress in the army, so he didn't dare to reply to your letter." Xiang Nan explained, "Well, next time you send a letter, you ask him to send it to me."

  He is a poor and lower-middle peasant with a strong root. He is also a model of Lei Feng in the whole army and a second-class meritorious service winner. His political aura can save him from many troubles.

  Xiaoping nodded when she heard this.

   "By the way, I have received the allowance again. When I send letters later, I will send some to my uncle." Xiang Nan said again.

   "No need, you were already troubled last time." Xiaoping waved her hand quickly. The last time Xiang Nan gave her something, she didn't know how to return it.

"It's okay, I don't have much money to spend. My uncle is in urgent need, so I'll give it to him first." Xiang Nan waved his hand and said, he doesn't need money for meals in the army, he doesn't eat snacks, and he doesn't buy anything, so every month Can save money.

   Some of them were sent back to Qilu’s hometown, and some of them were kept with me. It was several hundred yuan, originally Liu Feng planned to marry Lin Dingding, but now that Lin Dingding has been sent down, the money is naturally unnecessary.

  (end of this chapter)