The next show was a bit unremarkable in Shen Yangmei's eyes. Thinking about the various large-scale evening parties in later generations filled the entire TV screen, but there were several that could really attract people's attention. Chen Yangmei had been tired of watching such a performance, let alone such a condolence performance that was not too high. Of course, except for the monster Chen Yangmei, others still watched it with relish. Especially the soldiers of the army, whenever a show starts and ends, they praise it with the fullest enthusiasm and warmest applause.

Of course, there are also programs that make Chen Yang's eyebrows shine. For example, a man and a woman from the county troupe sang a duet of the most popular "Bloody Style" in this era, which aroused the collective agreement between the soldiers in the audience. Although their voices are simple, their emotions are sincere, which can be regarded as a big and small ** for this condolence performance. After all, in this era, especially not long after the counterattack against Vietnam, in those days of war, countless young soldiers sacrificed their most precious lives for the peace of the motherland, and countless heroes emerged, making the word soldiers carry a sacred halo.

Of course, compared with the old programs of the county theater troupe that are not dared to go beyond the line, the programs performed by young soldiers in the military sub-district are much more outstanding. There are even a few extroverted soldiers who actually form a band like a decent and shout out Cui Jian's "The Flower House Girl" on the stage. I have to say that the musical form of rock is indeed very suitable for young people, especially the song "The Flower House Girl" of Lao Cui is also a lyrical rock song. This song is for the Taiwan Strait. The soldiers below brought great shock. Compared to the most beautiful temptation of the opposite sex that Wen Lili brought to you, this song "The Flower House Girl" hits the ignorant youth and ignorant love in the hearts of the soldiers. Chen Yang's eyebrows can clearly see that many soldiers around her seem to be suppressing their emotions, and their faces are red. I think if it weren't for such an occasion, I'm afraid there would be a roar on the scene. Rock has this power that can make people release the wildness that is suppressed by their psychological depression.

However, when seeing these soldiers perform, Song Yucheng curled his lips disdainfully and said: "Did you see it? They are these guys who yell in the studio of the military sub-district with the messy instruments they found from somewhere every day. Can you say this be called a song? It's purely called a soul. I think it's comparable to the master dancer in the northeastern Northeast of my hometown."

"What do you know? This kind of music is called rock. It is very popular abroad and is most popular among young people. Although this kind of music is not well-known in China, it will definitely trigger a music change in China in the near future. Just wait and see." Chen Yangmei explained with a smile.

"Is there something abroad good? I think this is the thing that imperialism corrupts the fighting spirit of our new generation of young people. Even the five thousand years of civilization in China, how many good things have our ancestors left behind? Young people do not know how to carry forward and cherish them. Instead, they just learn from foreign countries and forget their ancestors!" Song Yucheng said unyieldingly.

Chen Yangmei smiled and shook her head, not wanting to argue with him anymore. Ideological things are not something they can decide, and there is no point in arguing about these things. The next show is Fan Qirong's solo, and Chen Yangmei has no intention to pay attention to him.

Seeing that Chen Yangmei didn't take his words, Song Yucheng looked back at Chen Yangmei, and saw that Chen Yangmei was staring at the broadcaster on the stage with all his attention. When the broadcaster heard from the broadcaster that the next program was "Green Flowers in the Army" sung by Fan Qirong, Song Yucheng slapped his thighs violently, thinking how he forgot about betting with Shen Yangmei, so he quickly turned around and stared at the stage without turning his eyes.

Fan Qirong wore a royal blue air force dress today, with a tall figure, a beautiful face, a graceful figure, and aura formed by performing on stage for many years. This kind of stop on stage attracted the attention of the soldiers below her.

The melody that was extremely familiar to Shen Yangmei gradually sounded. However, this prelude that sounded extremely pleasant but slightly sad made the soldiers in the audience confused. The name of "Green Flowers in the Military" should be a military song. Why is the melody so gentle and slightly sad? It is not the way that everyone thinks of military songs, which are either open and close, passionate or sad. However, the soldiers in the audience have to admit that the melody is indeed very pleasant.

But when Fan Qirong opened her red lips lightly, she sang the first sentence with the melody: The army is a fertile land, we are green flowers in the army, dear comrades, don’t miss home, don’t miss mother. There were some low-pitched noises in the audience that disappeared immediately. Apart from the pleasant accompaniment and Fan Qirong’s heavenly sound, there were no other sounds. The soldiers in the audience looked at Fan Qirong unexpectedly, as if all the soldiers had entered that situation with Fan Qirong’s singing.

I call out day and night, so many words in my heart, don’t cry when I part, the military camp is our warm home. Mom, don’t worry, my daughter, I have grown up, and standing on duty is to defend the country, and I don’t have to worry about wind and rain. I sincerely wish my mother good health and longevity, and I will come home when I celebrate, and come to visit my good mother again. For this part, the low sobs of soldiers were already heard from the audience, especially An Chuchu, who was sitting in the front row and the dozen female soldiers under her command, who were even more unbearable, and his silence was already in tears.

He reminded me again and often saw him in his dreams. Did he receive my reply? I really want to accompany him to the world. Just because he shouldered the heavy responsibility, he had to put down his love first. Bai Yunpiao brought my love and sang this song to him. The soldiers in the audience were so excited that they didn't know how to express their mood. They could only try to lower their breathing. Some soldiers had even held their breath and just wanted to listen quietly. Even Song Yucheng next to him seemed to have been immersed in the atmosphere created by the singing, staring at Fan Qirong on the stage stupidly, with tears in his eyes.

Fan Qirong on the stage has also slowly walked into her inner world. She sang this song hundreds or thousands of times in private, and the melody has deeply penetrated into her blood. Influenced by the emotions of the soldiers in the audience, she couldn't help but think of her experience of leaving home and leaving her parents to study abroad. She gritted her teeth and practiced singing and chanting and beating alone in the troupe. After suffering from grievances and nowhere to tell, crystal tears slowly slid down her cheeks. With her own emotional investment, this song became more and more infectious.

It was not until the melody came to an abrupt end that Fan Qirong came back from her world in panic, wiped the tears from her face, subconsciously saluted the audience, and then hurried to the backstage.

The soldiers in the audience seemed to have not yet woken up from the situation just now, until Chen Yangmei stood up and urged his palms hard, awakening the soldiers who could not extricate themselves in the situation created by the singing. The applause was gradually becoming more and more neat and louder until it resounded throughout the auditorium and across the sky.

Even Liu Zhenguo, an old man over 50 years old, couldn't suppress his excitement. He stood up and urged his palms hard. Influenced by him, everyone in the auditorium stood up and presented the highest praise of standing ovation to Fan Qirong.

I don’t know who shouted, “We have to listen to it again, sing it again and again!” Suddenly, a deafening voice came to the auditorium, and the sound became more and more neat, “Do it again and again…” The soldiers in the audience shouted over and over again.

The newspaper staff on the stage had seen such an exciting scene, and they stood on the stage and didn't know what to do. Liu Zhenguo whispered a few words to a soldier sitting in front of them. The soldier immediately got up and came to the stage, stretched out his hand to signal the two monitors to hand over the microphone to him.

Seeing that someone finally came to rescue the situation, the two monitors quickly handed the microphone in their hands to the soldier. The soldier said loudly: "Everyone, calm down, let's have a moment. Political Commissar Liu Zhenguo invited Miss Fan Qirong to come on stage again to sing this song for everyone."

The soldiers in the audience immediately expressed their feelings with the warmest applause. Fan Qirong once again stepped onto the stage with an incredible look. The soldiers in the audience consciously applauded and beat the beat. With such a rhythm, Fan Qirong sang the song "Green Flowers in the Army" again. Unexpectedly, the soldiers in the audience were still resolutely resigned, until Fan Qirong sang the song back and forth three times. The soldiers in the audience, including Liu Zhenguo and their row, stood quietly listening to Fan Qirong's singing.

In the end, it was only when Liu Zhenguo said that the soldiers "let go" Fan Qirong by "let it go" on the grounds that Fan Qirong was tired.

With Fan Qirong's song "Green Flowers in the Army", the following program basically lost its original glory. Most of the soldiers are still immersed in such a situation and cannot extricate themselves, especially now it is the Spring Festival. Many new recruits who have been celebrating the softest part of their hearts by Fan Qirong's songs. Thinking of their father and mother in the distant hometown, are your health okay? Don't worry, my son is very good in the army, and I miss you very much. And the girl I have always been thinking about, have you received the letter I wrote to you? Have you felt my lovesickness? You must wait for me to recover and go home! It can be said that the tears in many soldiers' eyes have never stopped since Fan Qirong went on stage to sing, and they have not been able to get out of their sadness until the end of the performance.
Chapter completed!