Chapter 8 The Smoke of Love

Liang Wenmo went to Guihe City these days to attend an international roundtable meeting in the literary world. Best-selling novelists from all over the world came to participate, so he couldn't come to the military camp. He just called Huaiyan three times a day to ask about the situation of Huaiyan, but Huaiyan didn't answer. After several visits, the crew saw that Huai Yan had lost a lot of weight, but in order to look good on the mirror, they still did not tell him to eat too much, so they called Liang Wenmo on the phone haha: "Huai Yan is in good condition, eats well and sleeps well. It's fragrant!", "It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Liang, don't worry!"

Liang Wenmo made up his mind that he would go to see Huai Yan as soon as he came back. He had already boarded the train from Ziguihe to Yanyun City. Smoking was not allowed on the train, but there was no such restriction in his VIP compartment. Puffing up the clouds and writing quickly, and occasionally looking up at the scenery outside the window, I feel at ease and leisure.

At dinner time, the waiter brought steak and red wine. Liang Wenmo saw yesterday's "Yanyun Morning News" in his cart, and took out one of them to read. Because of this, he still paid attention to the military section on the inner page, which happened to be a report on the Chen'an army going to the countryside in winter, and some pictures of soldiers digging a well. One of them had just come up from the well and tilted his head shyly. , leaving only the handsome face, Liang Wenmo's heart moved, and after careful identification, he felt that it looked like Huai Yan, and then looked at the picture and said that it was the Eighth Regiment of Chen'an Army!

Liang Wenmo was instantly furious, and he told me to take good care of the people who had been on the top of my heart these days, but they were called by them like a mule! Damn, mules don't even go down well to do this kind of hard work!

He was so angry that he threw the newspaper crumpled out, and the attendant who poured the red wine backed away in fright, "Sir..."

"What time will you arrive at Yanyun tomorrow?" Liang Wenmo turned his head and asked the attendant.

"Ming... 6 o'clock tomorrow morning." The attendant was trembling.

"Sophie!" Liang Wenmo called the beautiful secretary outside the door, "As soon as you arrive at the station tomorrow morning, arrange a car for me to go to Xishan!"

At eight o'clock in the morning the next day, Liang Wenmo's white car drove to the Chen'an army station. He took out the certificate of the Ministry of Literature and Art, and the defenders let him into the camp.

"Hey! Mr. Liang!" Feng Jian was in command of the set carrying the set. When he looked up and saw Liang Wenmo getting out of the car, he was so frightened that he hurried up to stop him, "How come you don't know how to make a sound, sir?"

"Without your permission, Liang will not be able to come to the military camp?" Liang Wenmo suppressed his anger, "Where's Huai Yan?"

"Mr. Jiang... went to practice in the morning, you can sit down for a while..." Feng Jian persuaded him with a smile.

"I'm going to see him now." Liang Wenmo waved his pipe impatiently, motioning him to lead the way.

When the two came to the west camp, Huai Yan was carrying a 20kg sandbag. He had just come off the Western Hills cross country. His face rolled down, it was really heart-wrenching. However, through these days of training, the contours of his beautiful and delicate facial features seem to rise and fall more clearly. The previous gentleness has been transformed into a bit of rock-like perseverance, which is even more fascinating. If it weren't for his brisk and bright eyes, which was very different from Xie Diping's depressing mystery, Liang Wenmo would have thought he was a character from the book.

Liang Wenmo stood stunned for a while, his soul had already flown seven points, and he stepped forward and held Huai Yan's arm, only to realize that he had become so thin and thin, and there was a scar on his neck, which was scratched by a dead branch when he was walking through the forest the day before yesterday. Liang Wenmo felt like a knife had been cut in his heart, and tears almost came out. He choked and said, "I haven't seen it in these days, how could it be like this!" He started to help Huai Yan unload the sandbag, but because he underestimated the weight of the sandbag , the one who was almost crushed staggered, "It's so heavy! How can you, Huai Yan, carry this off-road!"

He couldn't bear it any longer, and turned to Feng Jian and said angrily: "I told you to take good care of him, but no one listened! People like Jinghua are hard-hearted and don't care about Mr. Jiang's life or death!" He remembered the previous episodes of the crew. People colluded on the phone to deceive him, and they were even more furious, and they had to ask Xu Zhengyang for the theory.

Huai Yan thought that something was wrong, and quickly stopped him and explained: "Mr. Liang, I really don't blame Director Xu, I want to practice to get close to the role, I'm fine! The training is almost over. Filming has started..."

Seeing the words, Feng Jianjian also said, "Mr. Jiang is a responsible and serious person, and he is also doing this show well, sir, calm down..."

Liang Wenmo insisted, "Call me Xu Zhengyang and Jinghua's producers! You must give me an explanation today!"

The surrounding soldiers went off-road and were bored. Seeing the noise here, they all stood by to watch the show.

Feng Jian saw that more and more soldiers were gathered, he quickly smiled and said, "Director Xu is holding a meeting at the new factory today. He is not here for the time being... Huai Yan, why don't you bring Mr. Liang back?"

Huai Yan pulled Liang Wenmo's suit sleeve, "Sir, it's not convenient to speak here, let's go back and talk about anything..."

"What are you doing?" Suddenly a cold, low voice sounded beside him. Everyone looked back, Lu Jingyun didn't know when he came to the camp. At this moment, his complexion was as heavy as the rainy winter night and the snowy forest. When the soldiers around him saw him, they all scattered.

"This is the camp, and next to it is the studio where you filmed." He said concisely, with a sound in his words, as if he meant to drive people away.

Liang Wenmo thought that he had specifically asked Lu Jingyun to take care of Huai Yan, but he ignored it, and now he is teaching the crew of the Literature and Art Department in front of everyone.

"You have something to say, but I don't have time right now." Lu Jingyun waved his hand with a sullen face, and a group of soldiers from the sniper battalion came up behind holding a target board to start training. "These are all recruits. If you don't want to be shot, go away."

Huaiyan had never seen Lu Jingyun's stern and cold expression before, thinking that he was angry because they disturbed the camp just now, so he lightly tugged on Liang Wenmo's sleeve, wanting to tell him to leave.

Is Liang Wenmo a vegetarian character? He pushed Huai Yan and Feng Jian aside, and stayed by Lu Jingyun's side, "I'll just say a word, I won't delay you for a long time."

Lu Jingyun didn't speak or move, waiting for him to speak.

Liang Wenmo said, "As I said before, don't let Mr. Jiang suffer or even get injured. Look at his neck! As long as you take good care of him, write as many as you want. I have a check in the car."

Lu Jingyun let out a deep breath, his left fist was clenched like a stone.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liang Wenmo added, "The people in Jinghua don't care about these things. In order to make a good film, they don't care about Mr. Jiang at all, so I came to look for you. Head Lu, Liang's request Isn't it too much?"

"Who are you, Jiang Huaiyan?" Lu Jingyun turned his head to look at him, his eyes were as sharp as falcons under his hat, and there was a sneer on his face, "Is he your accessory?"

Liang Wenmo was stunned for a while, "He is my friend."

"Then you don't have to go overboard." Lu Jingyun retracted his gaze, pulled out Mauser from his waist and wiped it, the clip pushed it with a click, "If he can't stand the training, he will tell me himself, so don't bother Mr. Liang. "

Both of them had a bad tone because of something, and the flames in their hearts burned straight to the top of their heads. Liang Wenmo was silent for a long time, and then he sneered: "My Liang's words can make Mr. Saying that Headmaster Lu doesn't understand the style, you don't even know what's going on in the literary field... Anyway, what does it mean for a gentleman to play the qin to a cow?"

Lu Jingyun turned a deaf ear to his contemptuous provocation, turned his head to command the army to shoot, Liang Wenmo also walked out of the camp, Huai Yan had been waiting by the side, seeing that their faces were not good, he was really restless, and hurriedly said: "Mr Liang, This matter has nothing to do with Chief Lu, he has taken good care of me... Although his face is cold, he is actually a very nice person, so please don't anger him because of me."

When Liang Wenmo listened to him defending Lu Jingyun, jealousy rose in his heart. He pretended to smile lightly, "Let's not mention him, we didn't quarrel, just talk about other things."

Huai Yan also breathed a sigh of relief, just as he was about to take Liang Wenmo to the camp, he felt pain from the needle stick in his chest, just now he felt it was hard to breathe when he was going off-road in the mountains, and this time his eyes became dark, so he covered his chest. Bend your chest down.

"Huaiyan, what's the matter with you?" Liang Wenmo nervously supported him, "What's wrong?"

Just as Huai Yan was about to open his mouth, he felt a bitter taste in his throat, as if something was rushing out of his lungs.

"Ah!" Liang Wenmo couldn't help exclaiming, and Feng Jian on the side was even more frightened, and his brain was dizzy. He had a problem of dizziness, and when he saw Huai Yan vomiting blood, his hands and legs shook soft.

Hearing the voice here, Lu Jingyun also turned his eyes. During the military test, his eyesight was first-class, but even though he was far away, he also saw bloodstains like red plums on the ground in front of the three of them.

This time, he couldn't help but panic for a moment. When he was about to turn around and walk over, he saw that Liang Wenmo had hugged the thin body in camouflage uniform, and ran towards the direction of the crew. Feng Jian gasped and followed. behind.

Lu Jingyun suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and turned to continue to guide the training of the sniper camp.

Although Huai Yan vomited blood, his mind was still clear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man in the camp looking towards this direction and turned back. For a moment, he felt that his whole body was exhausted, so he gently closed his eyes. .

"Huaiyan, Huaiyan, don't scare me!" He just closed his eyes, but heard Liang Wenmo calling him again. Liang Wenmo's voice was trembling at this moment. Huaiyan was so close to him, he could smell him. The elegant aroma of rose hair oil and amber cologne water on his body. This smell could only be smelled when passing by a high-end nightclub, so it was unfamiliar and distant to him... Huai Yan only said, Mr. Liang, I'm fine. , two lines of tears slid down.

Liang Wenmo looked down and saw his eyes were full of tears, blood stained his lips, and his face was still flushed after strenuous exercise. His clear eyes were filled with anger and madness, as if they contained endless emotions... Secretly, this look really kills people. , "Illness is like Xizi wins three points", Cao Zhan is more than bullying.

Chief Lu, your wife is being missed by others!