But I never give up, let alone in front of Ding Sitian. After a moment of thinking, I became scheming. I winked at the fat man. The fat man immediately understood, stretched out his hands to press down, made a quiet gesture, and said to everyone: "Everyone, calm down, let's ask Comrade Lenin to say a few words to you."

The educated youth immediately knew what tricks we were going to play. In that era of culture exhaustion, there were only eight model operas that were overturned. Ordinary people did not have any unnecessary cultural and entertainment activities. However, no matter when, young people always had their own ways. One of the most popular entertainment at that time was to imitate the speeches of great men in movies and reprocess existing classics. The difficulty of imitation alone was to imitate them is quite high, and not everyone could learn them. Once someone learns a little bit similar, pretends to have a leadership temperament that ordinary people cannot match, and can have unique features, then the imitator will become an idol in the eyes of everyone.

I peeked at many in-depth films in the military region. I thought about which one to imitate. The Vietnamese and North Korean movies of comrades and brothers are not suitable. They are tragic and serious, but the dramatic tension is not enough. There is no classic dialogue. It is difficult to bring spiritual impact to the audience through performances, and it is not even possible for domestic ones. Everyone is too familiar with it and lacks the difficulty of performance. After a little thought, the fat man and I became calculating in our hearts. So we took the materials locally, picked up some wool on the grass and stuck it on our upper lips as a fake beard, and spitted some saliva into our palm and touched the hair. The two of us had all combed them into big backs, trying to make our foreheads look very prominent.

We stood face to face before the Xiongxiong firelight, and the educated youth sitting next to us all said wonderingly: "It's true, isn't this Lenin and Stalin?" They understood what program Fatty and I were going to perform, and then they smiled and watched our every move.

When I saw that it was not possible, the atmosphere was wrong, I quickly turned my head and said to the educated youth: "Everyone must be serious, don't smile. Our performance shows the solemn atmosphere before the great revolutionary storm is coming. Everyone has to cooperate, otherwise the performance will not be able to get off the stage if we are ruined."

Then the fat man and I remained motionless, solidifying the great man in history like a sculpture in October Square. In fact, the key is that we cannot be happy at this time, otherwise we should not be afraid to scare the audience. Ding Sitian took out the piano, and the slow and heavy music started to play. With her active cooperation with her accompaniment, the surroundings finally became quiet. The educated youth began to walk into the heavyness of the history chapter from the tumultuousness of singing and dancing just now. Time seemed to have returned to the eve of the conquering the Winter Palace.

I knew it was time to slowly sweep my eyes to everyone, then stared at the fat man, and asked with a melancholy expression: "Comrade Joseph, are you ready to attack the Winter Palace?" As soon as this classic line was spoken, I felt that I had become Comrade Lenin in the movie, and the audience below seemed to become the workers in the movie who looked up at Lenin.

The fat man raised his belly and took out a kind but majestic style of the two leaders who were humble but arbitrary, and said to me: "My dear Frakielmilic, Nicholas's goalkeeper was opened by the brave and fearless working class tomorrow morning, and for this we will pay the price of bleeding."

I clenched my fist and said indignantly: "Exploitation, exploitation, exploitation, rule, enslavement, assassination, violence, hunger, poverty together to devour us... For thousands of years, the blood of the working class has flowed into the sea. Haven't our blood flowed enough?"

This paragraph requires fast speech and accurate speech. Be sure to fire every word like a cannonball to mobilize the audience's shared hatred of the enemy. Young people in the context of the great era have this same worldview and values. The educated youth think of their destiny and were indeed infected and moved. It is time to set the atmosphere to climax: "If this final victory still requires blood, let Nicholas' blood submerge the Winter Palace... I took the opportunity to raise my right hand, make a stop gesture, pause, then swing my fist down, and said forcefully: "Because death does not belong to the working class!"

The fat man standing next to me was waiting for me to say the last line, immediately raised his fist and took the lead and shouted: "Yes, death does not belong to the working class!" The educated youth around him followed the fat man and shouted that death does not belong to the working class. Then everyone applauded warmly and unanimously asked Comrade Lenin not to leave, and another one had to be done.

A perfect performance, the perfect size and the perfect cooperation of the audience, I have imitated Lenin's speech more than once. Maybe there is still a chance to play this game in the future, but I know very well that no matter whether it is the atmosphere or the mood, I will never be able to reach this level in the future. The Klin Zuoqi Grassland Dinner under the night is unforgettable for life.

When I pulled off my fake beard and went back to sit down, Ding Sitian said to me in surprise: "Bayi, you are so great. I didn't expect you to have such skills. I really regarded you as Comrade Lenin just now, and I acted like a lot." Of course, I was so proud of her when I heard her say this, but I still had to maintain my usual modesty nature. It was popular in that era, so I waved my hand and said embarrassedly: "It's nothing, what's this? There are strange peaks on the river, hidden in the clouds and mists. I usually can't see them, and occasionally show my glory."

The fat man envied me very much for being praised by the educated youth. He quickly said to Ding Sitian: "Just now, I just played the role of Lao Hu, and I didn't have time to show my own style. Otherwise, I would come to Duan Li Yuhe alone so that you can see my strength..." Under the active instigation of the fat man, the educated youth began the second round of performances.

Half of this night passed. On such occasions, even if no one has the alcohol content, they will drink more or less a few bowls. The wine will not be drunk, and everyone will be drunk. In the end, I was in a daze and didn't know when it would go away. Who carried me into the yurt.

The wind blew past the night, and I was sleeping in the dark. When I woke up, I felt a split headache and had a lot of snot. It seemed that the cold had not yet recovered. I looked around with sleepy eyes and it turned out that I and the fat man, including the "chief" Lao Ni, were all arranged in the same yurt. They didn't have time to take off their clothes and shoes. The fat man pressed one leg on Lao Ni's stomach and snored. Lao Ni kept talking nonsense. The two of them were still awake. There was no other person in the yurt. I guess the other herdsmen and educated youth probably went back overnight.

I lost the concept of time, and I don’t know what time it is now. I have a great headache and want to lie down and sleep again. But before I could close my eyes, I realized that the sound outside the yurt was wrong, and it was rumbling like a muffled thunder. The muffled thunder sound came from the east like a tide towards the yurt we were sleeping in from the east. When I was wondering what happened outside, Ding Sitian rushed in from outside and shouted to me anxiously: "Run out quickly, the cows are blowing up the herds!"
Chapter completed!