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Chapter 145 Wait until the stones bloom. (ask for subscription ~ ask for monthly pass)
The Japanese invaders are following!

Haitang struggled to stand up.

A mother dragging her two children had no way of escaping.

Keep going, I'm afraid no one will be able to run away.

Someone has to attract attention.

Haitang once wanted the two children to run quickly by themselves.

Allow yourself to attract attention.

Has even started pushing two kids.

But in the vast mountains, without me, neither of the two children can survive.

"Xiao Shanzi! Are you running fast?!"

Haitang was extremely anxious and worried.

I had to ask for help.

The sensible Xiao Shanzi proudly raised his chest.

"Mom!! Put on new shoes, no one can catch up with me!"

Eagerly, Haitang glanced at little Yimeng.

He solemnly warned Xiao Shanzi, with worry in his tone.

It is necessary to let Xiao Shanzi attract attention.

Because Xiao Shanzi runs the fastest, is the most agile, and has the greatest hope of surviving.

"Remember! Be quick!"

Haitang's heart was full of torment.

But what can I do!

but!
Even if I risk my whole family's wealth and lives, I must protect little Yimeng!

These are the descendants of the warriors, the flesh and blood of the hero Xia He.

Vaguely, Xia He's exhortation back then seemed to linger in his ears.

Yimeng people!
As promised!

"Run! Run! Run!!"

Therefore, Haitang chose to protect Xiao Yimeng personally, and let Xiaoshanzi escape alone to attract the attention of the enemy.

"Children! Run!!"

"Climb up the mountainside! Hide in the col!"

"Around the treetops! Into the wormwood!"

Haitang's heart clenched tightly.

Tears were spinning, and my heart was tearing, I hugged Xiao Yimeng tightly and hid, and then stubbornly kept myself silent.

Appears to be praying.

God!Let my child escape from the clutches!
in rushing music.

In the "running" of the chorus.

Finally a gunshot rang out.

Xiao Shanzi fell under the bullet.

"Xiao Shanzi!!"

Begonia's mournful cry is like a cuckoo crying blood.

There is perhaps nothing more cruel than letting a mother witness the death of her child.

Wang Wenshan, who was completely substituted into the role of Begonia, suddenly burst into dramatic tension! !

"God!!"

The audience only felt that their breathing was stagnant! !

The most feared thing finally happened.

Such a tragedy unfolded in front of my eyes, and many comrades even had tears in the corners of their eyes.

In an instant, Haitang, whose heart was riddled with holes, burst into a wail.

Apologies to her husband, guilt to her children.

The hatred for the enemy and the love for the child repeatedly plunged into Haitang's heart.

Even suffocated for a while.

aria!
"Heaven, Open Your Eyes"!
The desperate Haitang has no one to turn to.

It is also necessary to rely on Xiao Yimeng.

How helpless.

That bold and assertive Shandong girl finally broke down and wanted to pray to the heavens to open her eyes.

"God! Open your eyes!
Pity my child so hard! "

The sudden burst of singing, the emotions contained in it are extremely delicate.

Worrying, guilt, grief, anger.

"A shot like a thunderbolt!

In an instant, the earth shattered and the sky collapsed! "

Haitang knelt on the ground, pounding her heart in pain.

"Hearing it makes my heart pierce!"

The grief of losing her beloved son seemed to make the whole heart tightly twisted together.

Feel suffocated.

"Hearing it makes my heart pierce!!"

suddenly!

Suddenly, the music stopped.

It suddenly exploded again!
"Lightning is flashing, thunder is rumbling!

The fire is burning, the blood is gushing! "

The extreme grief made Haitang's heart turbulent in an instant!
But it's like a stick in the throat!
At this moment, a wave of hatred surged in my heart.

"I was in pain, I had angina.

I hate myself, I hate incompetence! "

Swallowing the blood and tears of suffering, the Shandong girl who was fearless back then.

The sky is falling.

"Xiaoshanzi!! Xiaoshanzi!!"

Two moans.

Haitang beat her chest hard.

The heartache of self-blame is like a knife!
"I hate myself!
I hate being incompetent! "

In hatred, he saw Xiao Shanzi lying on the ground with no breath.

Intense sadness struck again.

"But that's all I can do!"

Haitang lost her mind as if muttering to herself.

It seemed to be comforting Xiao Shanzi softly.

Sorry to make self-blame multiply.

"Only by distracting the wolves!"

Suddenly, Haitang seemed to be crying.

It seems that he wants to explain to Xiao Shanzi, but he feels ashamed to face the child he loves the most.

"Or neither of you will survive!"

"I can't survive!!"

That originally upright woman.

At this time, there is no master.

The cries of blood and tears made the audience worry.

"The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh!

The left hand and the right hand connect the heart! "

Hugging little Yimeng tightly.

It seems to be issuing bloody and tearful accusations.

"Which one to keep! Which one to give up!

Which one to keep!Which one! ! "

Holding Xiao Yimeng's hand, Haitang, who was suffering from great pain, wept unceasingly.

"It hurts whoever is left behind!!"

Such a problem.

Who can give a best of both worlds answer?
"My child!

Please forgive my mother! "

As if tired from crying.

Haitang groaned sadly.

"You are still ignorant,

How do you know what your mother is thinking? "

In Haitang's crying, it seemed to be saying
because
Yimeng people, as promised!
"Dear child.
how do you know
What is it for? "

A thousand words stuck in my throat.

No matter what the choice is, what is left to Haitang is only the condemnation of conscience and the tearing of heart.

"You left in such a hurry!
what!You left in such a hurry! "

Haitang, who lost her beloved son, cried again.

In this turbulent age, I can't help myself.

A lonely mother now seems so helpless.

"God!

Open your eyes!
Pity my child so hard! "

Beating his chest and stamping his feet, his hands clutched his chest tightly.

Haitang yelled as if blaming herself.

It was your mother who gave you your life! !
"Longevity is a dream!"

"Blood-stained green hills are born again in spring!"

Haitang gritted her teeth tightly!
The sense of strength in his bones suddenly exploded! !

"Longevity is a dream!

The blood-stained mountain is born again in spring! "

Stand up!
Begonia's high-spirited figure seems to be telling people!

Fate cannot defeat a mother.

"Blood-stained green hills are born again in spring!"

At this moment, the audience couldn't help being slightly absent-minded.

The blood-stained mountain is born again in spring!

This seems to be the most authentic portrayal of that era!
Ask around the neighbors, relatives have died under the vicious hands of the enemy! !

It is to gather this kind of grief and indignation!

In the old anti-Japanese base area, the army and the people are united! !

In the Yimeng Mountains, Yuanziya Village.

There is a kind of power buried deep in the heart of any soldier or civilian.

A force determined to fight all enemies to the end and never surrender! !

The intense sadness that was exaggerated to the extreme just now has turned into an unparalleled determination to fight at this moment! !

The gentle music switched to a majestic and powerful chorus! !
[For loved ones, spread pancakes]!
[Never stop busy with the army day and night]! !

The villagers on the stage got busy.

Spread pancakes, sew shoes, cut clothes.

The soldiers are protecting the village with their lives.

And the villagers took out all their condolences to the soldiers.

The soldiers and civilians who are so united as one, immediately inspired and inspired people!
The busy figure, but there is a detail, which was captured by some audiences.

At the beginning, half of the villagers who appeared on the scene were men.

At this time, there were almost no men among the villagers.

All the men joined the army to fight, and these old and young women and children, in the village, did what they could for the army.

The eyes of the old leaders in the audience were moist.

He came here after listening to his father's narration.

The stories that my father told me in the past seem to have become reality at this moment.

I can still vaguely remember that the old father gently touched his head and said.

"Baby, I'm not in a daze, I'm thinking about your uncle."

"Where are all the uncles?"

"Uncle, uncle, haha, nothing at all."

Even now, listen to these understatements.

It seems that I can also feel the despair and helplessness of that era.

And that's why.

Seeing the revitalized stage, the old leader was even more moved.

In this world, there seems to be no country that can compare with China's incomparably united army and civilians! !

Haitang, who had undergone great changes, seemed to hide all her wounds at this time, and turned back into that hot-tempered Huniu again.

Calling on the villagers to spread pancakes and make clothes for the soldiers.

While pulling little Yimeng to grow up with all kinds of hardships.

No matter how weak a woman is, after becoming a mother, it seems that she can stand upright.

This power of life infects everyone.

The day without devils seems to be a happy day every day.

The lights on the stage are no longer dim.

but bright.

The haze seems to be starting to lift.

Everything is developing in a good place.

"Balu is back!!"

With a yell, the soldiers walked into the village with neat clothes and vigorous steps, smiling.

This self-confident and tidy appearance is completely different from the messy appearance when he first appeared on the stage! !

Head Zhao is walking like a dragon and a tiger.

elated.

"Folks! The failure of the little devil is not far away!!"

The anti-Japanese war ushered in the dawn.

What exciting news! !

The villagers talked excitedly.

He even wiped away tears happily.

For a moment, Head Zhao had mixed feelings.

"Head Zhao, where is Lin Sheng?"

Haitang excitedly looked at the crowd, trying to find her husband.

Commander Zhao was at a loss for words, and slowly took out an insole, on which there was still faintly embroidered "Longevity and a Hundred Years" on it.

In a battle, Lin Sheng sacrificed a heroic sacrifice to protect his fellow villagers.

Haitang was stunned.

At this moment, his figure trembled, as if he had aged several years in an instant.

The uncle who raised him died.

His good friend Xia He died.

Xiao Shanzi, his own flesh and blood, died.

But at this time, only after hearing the bad news will they know.
My longing for these years, my husband, also sacrificed
After waiting for a lifetime, what I waited for was "he is gone".

Begonia has nothing left.

The lights dimmed, covering the shadows of the villagers.

He fell to the ground and touched his shoes.

"Lin Sheng! You don't mean what you say!"

At this moment, Haitang really collapsed.

"No! It's impossible!"

"I'm waiting for you! I've been waiting for you!"

"I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of the village! I'll be waiting for you, I'll be waiting for you forever!"

The sad string music is not so heavy, as if afraid of disturbing Haitang.

Soft as a breeze, trying to comfort Haitang.

This time the aria is so gentle that it breaks the heart.

"Lin Sheng, I'll wait for you.
Waiting for you to get home."

Haitang tightly gripped the insole with both hands.

Slowly sit on the stone at the entrance of the village.

"I'll just sit at the head of the village and wait!

Wait until the stone buds! "

Eager to see.

The singing is very quiet.

Be careful.

"Lin Sheng, I'll wait for you.
Waiting for you to get home."

It happened to be this kind of careful tenderness.

As if unable to bear to accept the reality, with a little crying tenderness.

It broke the hearts of the audience.

"I'll just sit at the intersection and wait!

Wait until the stars also cry! "

Head Zhao couldn't bear to look directly at him anymore.

He pressed the brim of his hat with his hand, as if he didn't want people to see him cry.

Haitang's heartbreak was finally torn apart.

"I can't wait in this lifetime!
Just wait for you to the next generation! "

Just stick her husband's relics on her chest.

Looking eagerly at the entrance of the village.

It seemed that a familiar figure would appear in the next second.

Even knowing it's impossible
"Wait for our son! Come back too!!"

Head Zhao froze and looked at Haitang.

It turned out that Haitang's son was gone.

"I can't wait in this lifetime!
Just wait for you to the next generation! "

Haitang's face was full of sorrow.

But the audience saw a ray of light falling in the distance behind Haitang.

That was Lin Sheng holding Xiao Shanzi, looking at this haggard woman with distressed face.

"Waiting for our son to come back too!!"

But Haitang couldn't see it.

The tear glands of the audience burst completely.

"Looking at my parents, I smiled slightly."

He whispered the last word softly, as if he wanted to fall into a dream and didn't want to wake up.

"mother"

The sensible little Yimeng hugged Haitang lightly.

Haitang burst into tears.

Weeping uncontrollably.

"Haitang. Did you just mention your son?"

Head Zhao glanced at Haitang in surprise, then at Xiao Yimeng.

"then this"

"She is your child!"

Head Zhao couldn't believe it.

"Is it Xia He and I's child?!"

"Sister Xia He, head of the Zhao regiment, entrusted her newborn child to Sister Haitang before she died."

A villager stood up and helped the weeping Haitang to explain to Head Zhao.

"She survived for your children. Her."

"She let her child lure the devil away!"

"What? Xiaoshanzi. He."

Head Zhao's eyes widened.

He glanced at Haitang with a sour face.

In the eyes, full of gratitude and guilt.

I failed to take good care of your husband, but you sacrificed your son and took perfect care of my daughter.

At this time, Head Zhao felt an indescribable guilt and gratitude for Haitang's experience.

"This kind of information is endless!"

"One life is not enough!"

"This kind of information is endless!"

"The sky is vast, the land is hot and thick!"

Haitang hid her tears.

Very sad.

But still said with a firm heart.

"Little Yimeng, let's go with your own father!"

For a moment, Xia He's request came to mind again.

Haitang couldn't bear it, but.
Yimeng people!
A promise of gold! !

"No! I want to follow my mother!"

Little Yimeng cried.

I have no impression of my biological father who has been fighting for many years.

But he couldn't do without this mother who had worked so hard to raise her.

"I'm not your mother!"

"No! You are her own mother!"

Head Zhao wiped away tears.

"You will always be her mother!"

He looked at little Yimeng who was kneeling in front of Haitang, and then at the elders and fellow villagers around him.

Or.

Old and weak women and children.

For a moment, with mixed feelings, he took off his hat fiercely.

"Fathers and folks in Yimeng Mountain, we will forever"

"It's your soldiers!!"

"The people will always be our parents!!"

At this moment, even the gay men who have been tense and dare not shed tears can't help it anymore.

The age of turmoil.

Soldiers, come from the people, the people raise soldiers, send their own flesh and blood to the front line, spill blood on the battlefield, and soldiers, defend the people without fear of sacrifice.

This is the unity of the army and the people watered with blood!
It is the fragrance left to the years!

The opera is finally coming to an end.

In the theme variation, the curtain call begins.

The lights in the orchestra pit were turned on, and everyone suddenly realized that even the musicians in the orchestra pit had tears on their faces.

Li Shaojie's command movements are still regular.

But the clenched hands and the tears on his face proved that he couldn't calm down at all.

The stage lights come on.

The soft baton danced, as if turning into notes like the spring breeze, sprinkled on the stage, lighting up golden waves of wheat.

It is a little different from previous opera curtain calls.

This time, when the villagers, Eight Routes, and actors were about to bow to the audience, they found that all the audience stood up and bowed to the actors.

No applause, no shouting.

Only actors and audience bow to each other.

Actors, want to convey the spirit to the audience, and hope that the audience can remember the historical mission for this.

And the audience, regarding the actors as lovely people of that era, expressed their sincere gratitude.

The living characters bowed and retreated to the sides, hiding from the lights.

In the middle of the stage, the golden wheat waves began to flash with emerald green light spots, as if dotted with life.

The audience was taken aback.

In the next second, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

The breeze of notes blows the wheat field, and in the wheat field, those dead characters appear.

There are the uncles and villagers who died heroically to protect the Eighth Route Army, the warrior Xia He who died, and Xiao Shanzi and Lin Sheng.

They seem to have turned into the spring breeze, flickering in the brilliant morning glow, and swimming in the golden wheat waves.

At this moment, the spirit of inheritance crossed the boundary between life and death.

In the dialogue with Yimeng Shanshui, the living and the dead, outside of the performance, reunite with each other, hug each other and weep.

Little Yimeng, Head Zhao, Xia He's family.

Haitang, Lin Sheng, Xiaoshanzi's family.

The sacrificed uncle Sun Jiulong, the Eighth Route soldiers who were injured and died, and the villagers who died heroically together smiled gratifiedly.

It seems that the victim of the past saw the peaceful and happy and family reunion years.

At this moment, no matter how suppressed the emotions are, they can no longer be suppressed any longer!
The audience stood up, and the applause suddenly burst like thunder!

"it is good!!"

The old leader couldn't help but clapped his hands with faint tears.

"it is good!!"

"it is good!!!"

The cheers suddenly soared! !

All the audience couldn't bear the turmoil in their hearts, the hot tears, and shouted loudly, even their voices were a little hoarse! !

"it is good!!!!"

The entire audience exploded like a thunderbolt! !
The design of this curtain call seems to make people pour out the tears that have been accumulated for the whole scene!

So far, the folk opera "Yimeng Mountain" has come to an end! !
　I split.

　　I heard from others that the wind vane is charged at two thousand.

　　Just me, a thousand.

　　cracked.
　　ps, three swords in a row.

　　To be honest, I am also very apprehensive about writing an opera, for fear that many people will not like it and cannot accept it.

　　But I still want to write it very much. I wrote "Nibelungen" in the last book, and it was frustrating to be honest.

　　Later, I thought, the main reason was that the decomposition was too detailed, and hardcore things were integrated into the performance.

　　It must be very difficult for many people to read.

　　Therefore, this time I chose a national opera that I like very much. It is very localized in language and singing, and it will not be incomprehensible.

　　And keep the hardcore stuff untouched, and wait for others to analyze it before installing B.

　　And just select the selection.

　　It is recommended to watch the full version, in fact, the scene is really shocking.

　　I remember when I watched the scene before, those few passages were so shocking that almost everyone burst into tears.

　　This is really a groundbreaking opera with great national taste and depth of content.

　　


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