"Student Gu, I know you have posted a full page in Renren Daily. You should have friends on the publicity. When I went to Beijing for your manuscript, I met a female classmate named Ye Wan, who said that you had a good relationship and asked us about your original situation.

She also took the initiative to mention that someone in her family belongs to the military region in the south... I want to ask you if there is any way to get my sister to the front line to be a war correspondent? The mobilization documents of the troops have been issued layer by layer. After the New Year, we should be about to launch military force against Vietnam, right?"

In the guest room, the Yan family and Gu Ao sat on a rattan chair, Yan Ping spoke and told him about the request for help.

It seems to be in order to strengthen his persuasion, or to be afraid that Gu Ao would forget his past kindness, Yan Ping also sold his face and took the initiative to mention the old story:

"Actually, I don't know if you are paying attention. The article you asked me to find a way to expose the economic form of Nian Guangjiu and other small owners employed less than five people in Huizhou Province. Finally, it was signed by my sister.

That time, she also took leave from the Shu Art Troupe to go home to visit relatives. She happened to catch up. She was not afraid of being liquidated, so she just picked up her pen and wrote it. However, she later asked an editor who was about to retire and was not afraid of political squad to help her."

Even if Yan Ping doesn't say this, Gu Ao will certainly not forget this matter.

The reason why he was able to successfully debate in Albania was because he knew the famous "seven up and eight down" debate case in history, so he used the method of reporting on the self-employed economy in Huizhou Province in advance to expose the problems and lure the Albanians to jump into the pit.

From this perspective, Xiao Sui, who was brave enough to do things at that time, was also slightly kind to Gu Ao's start.

If another journalist or social contributor is still unclear, he may not dare to write these covert articles for the sake of his future.

However, Gu Ao did not ask Yan Ping to find someone close to him to do such things at the beginning, so Xiao Sui came here by "having tired of living".

After analyzing this information, Gu Ao felt that Xiao Sui was a little strange.

Or... world-weary?

"How did you think of being a war correspondent? A girl, I think you have a good writing style and there is a lot of potential for staying in the back. Don't think that Vietnamese are easy to deal with. If I say, if I keep the door closed, this battle may cause tens of thousands of people to be killed or injured. It's not just to show off your power on one hand.

Besides, isn’t your family from the Writers Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles? The publicity portal should be related, so how can we find me?”

Gu Aoxian tactfully advised him a few words.

He can repay favors, but it is actually effortless - after Ye Wan returns to China, he will not be able to get Ye Wan's anger through just one phone call. As for the front-line media, with friends he met at Xinhua News Agency or Renren Daily, he can also arrange specific positions if he says hello.

After all, this is not about taking the back door to get promotion and salary increase, but about taking risks on the front line. The favors needed are not very deep.

To put it bluntly, even if you don’t go through the back door, many people can be approved to volunteer to go to the front line. But if it doesn’t matter, you may not be able to get where you want to go.

But before returning favors, Gu Ao first did not want his friends to take risks, so he must ask clearly.

"My family has something to do with the propaganda, but the military war correspondents want the military region to nod, so we can't speak. As for other issues..." Yan Ping lowered his head, not knowing how to explain.

So Xiao Sui spoke.

She gently stroked her hair, her voice sweet and dignified, but there was a faint feeling of sadness: "Don't laugh at me when I said it, you should know that I am a literary soldier from the Shudu Military Region Art Troupe. When I first joined the army, I was a ballet dancer.

Later, I made a mistake in the army and was called a female hooligan. I pointed and pointed at it behind all kinds of points. I really couldn't stand the insult and even thought about suicide. Later, I retreated to the second line, stopped dancing, changed my writing work, choreographed, and wrote something by myself. I wonder if my classmate Gu had read Maupassant's "The Ball of Fat"..."

Gu Ao nodded: "I have seen it, from the background of the Franco-Prussian War. Do you want to say... to wash away your shame? That won't be risking to the front line, right?"

Xiao Sui was anxious and grabbed Gu Ao's hand. His eyes were filled with a neurotic fanatical light. He said sincerely: "It's very necessary! The fat ball was so looked down upon by people. Because he became brave when he resisted the Germans, his image turned around.

Samuel Johnson said: Patriotism is the last shelter for gangsters. As long as I go to the front line and write heroic reports on the front line, the shame I have in the past will definitely be cleaned up!"

"This..." Even though Gu Ao had a huge imagination, he could not make a turn.

Xiao Sui's thinking jumped so hard that she was only seen in her life.

Although she was telling the truth, just like when the RB people invaded, no matter how cruel and tyrannical the old warlord was, as long as you carry a gun to fight against Japan, later history books will change from "anti-moving warlords" to "famous patriotic generals."

Seeing this, Xiao Sui changed into a flexible persuasion attitude: "Besides, I will protect myself - I'm a little bored, why don't you go out to chat. Xiaoping, you can go to dinner by yourself later and bring the keys."

Xiao Sui's last half of the sentence was to explain to her younger brother.

Yan Ping listened to his sister's instructions without saying a word.

Gu Ao looked at the sky outside. It was dark early in winter and it was already dark outside.

However, since the other party has something to say, it is better to say it alone.

Maybe Xiao Sui is afraid of embarrassment.

Gu Ao took Xiao Sui downstairs and asked her: "Which place do you think is more suitable? It's not as good as Hujiang, and there is no cafe."

There are still people passing by on the street occasionally, and Gu Ao feels that it is not suitable for talking about privacy.

Xiao Sui glanced at it: "Is this your bicycle? It's also a Phoenix brand. Take me for a ride? Go to the West Lake to find a place to sit?"

"Okay, it's quieter."

In the middle of winter, there are no street lights, and the leaves by the lake will begin to turn white and frost after night.

At this time, there was absolutely no one by the West Lake. If Gu Ao and Xiao Sui were not wearing woolen coats, they would probably be too cold to bear it.

Gu Ao had a relatively meticulous mind and bought two cups of Lekoufu and Pork Milk Serum at the convenience store on the first floor of the guesthouse. He brewed it with boiling hot water, and then asked Xiao Sui to hold the bag and warm his hands.

Xiao Sui sat on the back seat of the bicycle, wrapping one hand around Gu Ao's waist to prevent it from falling, and holding a hot drink in the other hand.

Pork milk essence and Legugufu are definitely not seen by little kids in later generations.

It is a chocolate milk-flavored drink roughly equivalent to Ahuatian, a person born in the 1990s, or a person born in the 2000s.

In 1979, Lekoufu, which was holding a cup of guesthouse, was more stylish than any milk tea shop in later generations.

In less than ten minutes, Gu Ao rode to the west lake, found a clean wooden chair, leaned his bicycle aside, and sat down with Xiao Sui.

"Now you can tell me your secret."

Xiao Sui is very good at telling stories, but she doesn't tell herself first, but asks back: "You are not curious, why am I not afraid of coming out with a boy at night?"

"Curious, but if you are willing to say it, you will definitely say it." Gu Ao said bluntly.

"It's boring!" Xiao Sui spat gently and spit a few unsoaked milk powder on the lawn next to her casually, as if she was very incompetent.

"The reason why I am not afraid is because I am already a notorious female hooligan - how humiliated I have been and how forced to go to the front line to shed blood for the country to wash away, you can't imagine.

Even my dad and my brother couldn't imagine it. They only knew that I had made a mistake, but they didn't know the details. I never told my family about the details. If it weren't for the fact that there was no way today, only your relationship could be entrusted, I wouldn't want to tell you."

"What the hell is wrong? Don't catch my appetite. Just speak more quickly!" Gu Ao said very straightforwardly.

Xiao Sui was asked so much that he didn't understand the mercy of the fragrance and jade, which made her cry secretly.

"Since the country had a system of going to the countryside in 1971, every household had either a middle school child going to the countryside or a soldier. My father wanted my younger brother to study, so I knew that I could not escape the fate of going to the countryside, so I sought out a way to go to the army's art troupe to apply... Fortunately, my mother is a movie star, beautiful and has a basic dance skills, so I chose it."

The beginning of Xiao Sui’s story is very resonant when it comes to Gu Ao’s ears.

He thought of his own sister Gu Min.

Xiao Sui didn't know this, and thought Gu Ao was pretending to be false, so she was very unhappy and punched him: "Why are you pretending to be crying? Hypocritical!"

Gu Ao was amused and laughed: "You misunderstood. I thought of my sister - she was also sacrificed by her father. In order to keep me in the city to study, I went to Kuaiji to grow tea.

Fortunately, I finally graduated from junior high school and replaced my sister, so she studied for half a year and was admitted to Zhejiang University. I finally didn't owe her too much."

Xiao Sui was distracted for a few seconds and sighed: "You are a good brother... I won't talk nonsense anymore, I will continue to talk.

In 1972, when I was 12 years old, I went to the Shudu Military Region Art Troupe, and left my hometown thousands of miles away, three provinces. I had been struggling for three years, and I was too lonely in my heart. When I was 15 years old, I blamed me for being stupid and too lonely. My mental maturity was precocious, and I fell in love with an uncle cadre in the regiment who was almost 30 years old. Because he was unmarried, he usually took good care of me.

I was so mean and wrote him a love letter - unfortunately, I didn't know at the time that he was fishing for the deputy commander's daughter. After receiving the love letter, he thought it was the deputy commander's daughter who sent me to test him, so he immediately handed the love letter to the Political Commission for reporting.

As a result, when things got a big deal, he said that he had never thought about me. It was because I was dirty and wanted to have an unfair relationship with him. Then I was isolated and investigated and suffered verbal humiliation. The whole group said that I was a female hooligan.

When dancing, no male soldiers were willing to dance with me. I had no choice but to retreat from the first-line dance team to the second-line choreography, and then do writing work. Who told me not to show my face? I can avoid humiliation without showing my face."
Chapter completed!