The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"The road is slow and foggy, and the revolutionary life is often separated...!"

What is the tension? Before he picked up the microphone, he belonged to the world. After picking up the microphone, the world belonged to Li Feng.

Especially when he was standing under the bright lights and the surroundings looked foggy, it made him even more excited. It was just singing in a KTV. It didn't matter whether it sounded good or not.

As long as you have the guts to sing it and the rhythm is well connected, it will be much better than the old gangsters before.

The previous songs were either rough or loud, and it was a matter of who had the best and loudest voice. However, Li Feng's song, which means farewell, is full of deeper emotions, the kind of reluctance to say goodbye to a comrade. The emotion at the time is the biggest selling point of this song.

Hao Shuwen, who was playing the accordion, also had some mist in her eyes at this time. Maybe she was thinking about whether she would be like the lyrics sung when she left in the future.

Off stage.

Boss Kong, who was sitting in the center, had his eyes slightly lowered, his head shaking slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his black-rimmed glasses were covered with a light mist.

Who among these people here has never experienced such a scene?

Compared with the present, those who survive are burdened with more. As time goes by, the memory becomes more and more precious.

For others, it is just a name in a corner of history. For them, it is their comrade-in-arms, a living person who was once in front of them.

There was no time to say goodbye properly. The better, the next time we drank, the result was that there would be no next time to meet again. In some cases, there was even only a lonely notebook left, not even a farewell letter.

As soon as I went to Zitai and Lianshuomo, I left the Qingzhong to dusk alone.

The older I get, the more I have experienced, and the deeper I feel about the lyrics.

For Li Feng, it was a separation in time, and for them, it was a separation in time and space. In the lyrics, he was blessing those departing comrades, but in reality, it was the departing comrades who were blessing them.

Using human flesh to show the blood-stained style.

The director picked up the white porcelain tea cup. Since the party started, his smiling expression has never changed, until a certain young man's singing voice forced him to pick up the tea cup to cover up his somewhat gloomy look.

Maybe it reminded him of those comrades who died at dawn along the way, those warriors who risked their lives for the founding of a new country and fought successively.

As for the rest of the visiting group, their eyes were already full of tears. The tears ran down the corners of their eyes and fell to the ground drop by drop, staining their clothes and sleeves. Nothing could stop them. They squeezed the lyrics in their hearts.

The emotional personnel were already lying on the table, their shoulders trembling. Compared with their current comrades, in their time, they could understand the weight of this word better.

Those are all life-long friendships, just like Li Feng's father Li Deyi, who would rather have a harder life at home, but also shoulder the burden of his comrades' families.

No one would say anything if he didn't pick up this burden. It was the word comrade-in-arms that invisibly connected the Li family to those families. By shouldering this heavy burden, he did not let down those who had fallen in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. .

Only in this way can he get a brief period of peace in his heart and forget about this pain. Even if he goes down, he can still find them and have a small drink.

It is precisely because countless people hold this common belief that this new country was born.

The tearful scene was not seen by outsiders. Li Feng sang on the stage and they cried in the audience. Who would laugh at them? No one would. Only those who have experienced it can know the mixed feelings they have at this time.

Holding the corner of his clothes, he took off his glasses and wiped the lenses. Boss Kong put them back on silently. He glanced behind him, and the corner of his mouth turned into a bitter smile. He never thought that at a party, this young comrade would really let his old comrade to his death. Singing and crying.

At first, he only listened to it as a joke. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good, even himself...

"Old Zhang, you said that Zhenghu didn't help us fight the blocking battle back then~!"

"There are no ifs, either he goes, or you go, or you go, then I go, three of us, someone has to go, go back, go back, pour a cup on his grave, he loves to drink sweet potato roast~!"

Another old guy nodded and patted the neighbor's shoulder hard. Only at this time did he dare to recall these things that he had held back for almost half his life.

The door of the auditorium.

The two younger guards also looked at each other speechlessly. They had really never heard the songs in it, but they did get red-eyed when they sang them.

"why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry, you cried~!"

"One has to leave this year. I'll leave, and you stay and take care of the new one. You should be more cautious!"

"No, we agreed this time, I'll leave and you stay. You have to go back to the village this time. When I go back, I can help you find a job at home. If you work for another three years, you don't have to go back to the village, even if it's Being assigned to a town is better than farming~!"

Big men have their own sorrows, and ordinary soldiers also have their own sad things. The number of places for soldiers of the same age to stay in the team is always limited.

Especially the capital city, who doesn’t want to guard the heart of the motherland, but it is inevitable to make choices in life. We all came together as soldiers. Some people stay, and some people have to leave. The choice between people, the friendship of fellow villagers, the friendship of comrades, the soil At this moment, flowers bloom.

"Let's meet again~!"

As the song on the stage ended, the lights were turned back on, and Li Feng, standing in the middle of the stage in front of the microphone, bowed deeply to the audience.

"Pah, pah, pah~!"

The warm applause was deafening, like a tide, and it didn't stop for a long time. A song was listened to from beginning to end, and the audience who cried from beginning to end were still unfinished.

"Sing again~!"

"Don't come down, come again~!"

The old comrades clapped their hands and stood up from their seats spontaneously. Some even held their hands in the shape of a trumpet and shouted loudly toward the stage.

Li Feng was a little hesitant now. He stood in front of the microphone and kept thanking him. He looked at a loss and was really cute.

Hao Shuwen on the side saw this scene for the first time. In the disciplined army, they would not shout like this, and no one had ever shouted to let the art troupe perform again.

Unexpectedly, it was the first time that I saw such a spectacular scene at a party organized by the company. I didn’t know whether to go backstage or do it all over again.

"Okay, okay, okay. This song is very touching, and the lyrics are even more thoughtful. Comrade Li Feng's program seems to be very successful. Even I was deeply affected~!"

"In that case~!"

The director turned around, looked at the hopeful eyes of the old comrades behind him, and raised his arms: "Then let's do it again~!"

The lingering meaning and endless aftertaste cannot be expressed. These comrades like this song. What they like may not be the song itself, but the meaning behind the song.

What is it that it is difficult to reject warm hospitality? This is that after the director spoke, Li Feng, who was originally hesitant, did not go down.

After clearing his throat, the soaring music and singing brought everyone present once again to that war-torn era.

Scenes of the past passed before his eyes. This time, Li Feng closed his eyes. In his mind, slides of the train ride flashed. The comrades outside the window slowly left the platform as the train.

The gongs are beaten, the drums are beaten, and we bid farewell to the military camp where the whistle blows to wake up and the whistle turns off the lights.

The second singing obviously contained more emotions than the first time, and of course, it was also more hurtful. Even the windows outside the auditorium attracted many people to watch because of the applause.

In addition, Jinjiang's audio equipment and other equipment are all very effective.

A ballad destined to go down in history.

Thus, in this time and space, it left a deep imprint. (End of chapter)