Chapter 453: Chapter 262 Xu’s mother: Wouldn’t it be terrible if he liked both?_3
He didn’t consider overstaffing at all and simply chose whatever was expensive.
He rubbed his face, perked up, and began to work on the script.
The opening set the historical scene, to defend the Yunnan-Burma Road, and also to win a battle, the story of the expedition began from a dilapidated rescue station.
It is said that a defeated army is worse than bandits, and that straggling troops are akin to thieves.
In a small town nad Chanda in southwest Yunnan, there was a rescue station for defeated soldiers. In the dimly lit thatched cottage, a few scattered soldiers lay about like sludge, aimlessly wandering within.
This defeated army, composed of Sichuan soldiers, Guangdong soldiers, Northeastern soldiers, and Northwestern soldiers, was listless and soulless. They wandered all day, only knowing how to loaf about and wait for death.
The background at the ti was that the downfall of the country was imminent, dostic battles were continuously defeated, with no power to fight back.
The defeat in combat led to a low morale among the military and civilians. No one knew how long they would fight for, and no one knew if the country would perish in a few days.
In the rescue station, Hao the veterinarian told everyone the news about restructuring the army; they were to be dispatched to Myanmar to fight.
Thud, thud, thud, he wrote up to this point.
Xu Qingyan casually opened a simple biography about Hao the veterinarian, whose real na was Hao Xichuan, a man from Chang’an. Unable to cure humans, he was jokingly called a veterinarian.
An army doctor who couldn’t cure people was enough to define the nature of this troop.
The character’s role was… the only doctor in a cannon fodder unit, the oldest person. He was also one of the soul characters of the entire unit, akin to the group’s father figure.
He was not a poor peasant, he could recognize and read so characters, and was considered a semi-cultural figure. All his sons had gone to the frontlines and had been lost in the war.
He had been swept up by the fleeing soldiers and put on a uniform to beco a military doctor.
His dical skills were one-third traditional Chinese dicine, one-third Western dicine, with the remaining third being his own understanding. Such was the man who beca the only military doctor.
He was a scholar who had never passed official exams, a doctor without dicines, a father without sons. On closer thought, every aspect of him was saddening.
Beyond the sorrow, the most important quality of this fifty-six-year-old man was… lucidity. His commonly uttered phrase was “Let things return to their original state.”
A military doctor who wasn’t really a doctor, doing the work of a family elder. He didn’t want the cannon fodder unit to lose their way, and hoped they could pull themselves together; as long as the intention was good, they should go for it.
Everyone was afraid of death, but they also knew that in death, there would be soone to hold their hands and sigh. This man was the spiritual backbone of the cannon fodder unit, the last reliance before death.
Having written this far, Xu Qingyan’s hands moved away from the keyboard, pondering whether he should simply write the biographies of the other characters as well.
After all, he wasn’t creating but simply parsing the images from the film library in his mind over and over again. He could even enlarge each fra to watch it back and forth.
Thump, thump, thump.
The ajar door was knocked on, and he quickly turned his head.
Who could be knocking at this late hour? It surely couldn’t be his mother; she usually announced herself with her voice in sync with the knocks. Li Yang must have gone to sleep, so that left only…
“Hmm?”
“It’s .” Lin Wanzhou pushed open the door, cautiously glanced at him, “Are you still working?”
“Uh… not really, do you need sothing?” he asked.
“No, just ca to check on you.” Lin Wanzhou blinked, water droplets still in her hair, “What are you writing? It doesn’t look like a new song.”
“Oh, just a script, have a seat.” Xu Qingyan swiveled his chair, with no pretense of secrecy from Lin Wanzhou.
“You know how to write scripts?” she asked with a hint of surprise.
“A little, let’s not talk about that.” He waved it off, not keen on discussing how he learned to write scripts, “There’s a screenwriting opportunity, I want to give it a shot.”
“What are you writing about?”
“A red-thed subject, a task given by a leader.” Xu Qingyan said, and then cautioned, “This must be kept a secret, I’m telling you, but don’t go talking about it.”
“Mhm, I won’t.”
“It’s the sa leader who got into the Spring Festival Gala, he gave a chance to try.” Xu Qingyan scratched his head, “I don’t know if I’ll succeed.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll definitely make it.” Lin Wanzhou’s lips curved into a smile.
In the room, Xu Qingyan sat at the desk while she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him. The light from the ceiling was soft; the incandescent light enveloped them both, like they were shrouded in a thin veil.
“Speaking of which, there’s sothing else.” she suddenly said.
“Hmm?”
“Did Li Li just start college?”
“Yes, she’s attending college in Xinghai.” Xu Qingyan seed curious, pondering, “Didn’t I recomnd her WeChat to you last ti, you didn’t add her?”
“I did, it’s just… we haven’t really talked much.” Lin Wanzhou blushed.
“It’s normal, these days people don’t have the mood to chat with others.” He casually made an excuse, whether she added or not didn’t matter, it was best not to have any way of contacting her.
Speaking of contact information, he suddenly rembered the small group chat.
Him, Pei Muchan, Lin Wanzhou.
He didn’t even know if it still existed, with no one talking in it, maybe they had left it themselves. It was too awkward, the kind of thing you just leave untouched.
“It’s just that I’ve realized, Li Li is actually quite beautiful.” Lin Wanzhou said.
Xu Qingyan looked at her, “She’s alright.”
What counted as handso or average to Qingyan was not the sa as what it ant for ordinary people. But he didn’t give it much thought, Li Yang was just Li Yang.
What he was thinking was that he should handle Li Yang’s issue in the next few days. It couldn’t be delayed, putting it off would only lead to further delays.
After all, he had promised, and it was a big deal for Li Yang. If he couldn’t resolve this during the winter break, she would probably be troubled by it for over half a year.
They chatted for a while, and Lin Wanzhou stood up, ready to go back to her room to sleep.
She pursed her lips and took another look at Xu Qingyan.
“Good night.”
“Mmm, good night.”
Xu Qingyan responded, already contemplating whether to write a bit of the script before sleeping. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of fragrance and felt a cool kiss touch his cheek.
What?
He looked up, and Lin Wanzhou had already hurriedly closed the door and left. He touched his cheek, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, thinking she could’ve just kissed him directly.
Lin Wanzhou tossed and turned for much of the night, and ended up oversleeping the next day. When she awoke, she found that Xu Qingyan and Li Yang were nowhere to be seen and couldn’t help but ask.
“Auntie, where did they go?”
Zhang Hongi was about to go visit soone, upon hearing the question, she replied.
“To the city to take care of so business, they left at seven in the morning.”
Lin Wanzhou was sowhat taken aback upon hearing this.
“So early, doesn’t he sleep?”
“Who knows with that kid, don’t worry about him.” Zhang Hongi waved her hand, “That boy’s been in good health since he was young, he definitely got enough sleep before getting up.”
“I… I’m not worried about him.” Lin Wanzhou’s face flad up instantly, her concern leading to confusion.
Zhang Hongi found this amusing, thinking to herself what kind of trouble this stinky kid had caused. This situation looked like Zhouzhou had been chard, no telling what kind of bewitching soup had been given.
Lin Wanzhou looked up, eting Zhang Hongi’s gaze, and her face reddened even more.
“Auntie, I…. I’m going back to my room.”
“Hey, aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” Zhang Hongi asked.
“No! I’ll eat… eat later.” Lin Wanzhou fled upstairs quickly, too embarrassed to lift her head, and vanished with a clamor.
Zhang Hongi stood there, her eyebrows knit tightly. She could perceive a hint of sothing, thinking that Li Li also seed to be… Hopefully not, otherwise the Xu family really had made a ss of things.
What Zhang Hongi didn’t know was that she was right, but not entirely.
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