The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The tape, similar to a movie projector, was spinning constantly.

In the recording room, Li Feng pressed his headphones with both hands, brewing a faint and sad song of farewell.

Liu Feng sat on the stool, holding his cheeks with his hands, looking quietly into the room, while Hao Shuwen played the accordion with the background music, feeling vaguely envious.

Although Hao Shuwen has a weird temper sometimes, she still looks heroic when she calms down and immerses herself in her work.

Liu Feng, who had just joined the army not long ago, was like any young man. He was full of longing for the army and wanted to make a career after joining the army. However, the reality was very realistic.

When he came to the art troupe, he knew nothing and could only do odd jobs, such as singing and even dancing. So far, no one has guided him, and no one has ever thought of standing in the spotlight.

"Political commissar~!"

As the door opened, Political Commissar Ning walked in from the door. Others were about to stand up and salute, but he waved his hand and raised his index finger to his lips, signaling to keep quiet and not to disturb the people inside.

"Listen to it, this is the song~!"

Because it was placed against the wall, although the outside could be heard inside, the sound seemed a bit muffled. Captain Su took off the earphones and wanted to hand them to Political Commissar Ning. Unsurprisingly, he rejected them again.

"Can it be arranged into a dance?"

After the song ended, the young people in the room had taken off their headphones. Only then did Political Commissar Ning turn his head and asked Captain Su.

Their art troupe took the lead in winning the song. After recording it, the other chorus members followed the instructions and must start learning this song. After training, and facing the arrival of the retirement season, this song just came in handy.

Of course, when the troops go on tour to perform, they can already warm up. A song, coupled with the dance of the cultural troupe, will make it more popular.

"I can give it a try. I had this idea last night. I can write a short drama in the background to express the scene of farewell between comrades, so that the soldiers who remain in the army can cherish the time now more~!"

Captain Su thought for a moment and immediately told what he had thought when he was at the door last night, which coincided with what Political Commissar Ning had thought.

"We must hurry up on this matter, and we must be ahead of other art troupes~!"

Only Political Commissar Ning himself knew about his family affairs. The visiting group did not pursue this matter carefully. For the cultural troupe, it was a blessing among misfortunes.

Otherwise, it is still a question of whether he can stand here today.

The ideological work of soldiers before they retire is something that the political commissar should pay attention to. Because ideological decline leads to problems, this means that the political work of the art troupe is unqualified.

Therefore, there was a few hours of "military posture training" last night. After the class time today, the art troupe still has to hold a meeting. The purpose is to tighten the clockwork and prevent the slightest change.

"Hello, Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng, I am the political commissar of the Provincial Military Region Art Troupe, Ning Zerui~!"

Coming out of the recording room, Li Feng saw this person at first sight. Compared with the 65-type military uniform with a red collar, the advantage of the 55-type military uniform is that he can tell the cadre's level at a glance.

At 23 cents, Political Commissar Ning was one level higher than me.

After a salute, both parties shook hands.

"Hello, Political Commissar Ning, don't bother me. I have to leave after recording here. I have other tasks in the capital~!"

Worried about being left alone to eat, Li Feng didn't want to waste time. What's wrong with the colonel? In the fourteen-nation delegation, except for Li Feng, there was no one below ☆★.

"Thanks to you this time. On behalf of the art troupe, I would like to express my sincere gratitude. To be honest, I would like Lieutenant Colonel Li to give them classes at night, whether it is song creation or ideological education, to supervise them~!"

Compared with Captain Su's straightforwardness, Political Commissar Ning seemed a lot more complicated. Looking at the smile on his face, Li Feng couldn't tell the truth or a lie. He didn't want to delay here any longer. He would take the train back at least. There are still three days left. The seventh day of the lunar month will be just in time to catch up with various meetings in the factory during the new year.

"Song creation relies on inspiration, and ideological education must be controlled by the political commissar yourself. Are you retired from the army? It is human nature. They are all young people. It is the age to talk about marriage in the local area. The best way is to keep them busy. I’m so busy that I don’t have time to think about other things~!”

The work of the agency has been going on for a long time, and Li Feng has already learned to pick things up at his fingertips. When he is left, he just drinks and talks, trying to minimize the matter. After all, the two of them have already dealt with it. In Li Feng's opinion, Political Commissar Ning's worries were a bit unnecessary. After he returned to the capital, he had to carry out all the things that had been laid out in the early stage. How could he ask about such trivial matters.

Lead the Red Star Steel Rolling Plant well, and during his term of office, the living standards of the workers in the plant will be significantly improved, so that they will not be bankrupt and reorganized later. Technically, it will be enough to develop special steel materials and tinker with the shell of submarines.

No matter how many great things a person can do in this life and how many events he can participate in, he can leave a mark in the history books, which is already Amitabha.

Of course, taking a small step forward from the position of deputy director to the first secretary of the steel rolling mill is just incidental. Going up to the next level is something that should be considered in ten years.

The boat still needs to drive steadily and not capsize.

"Lieutenant Colonel Li's idea is really unique. Our tasks are always limited. Let them be busy, unless we increase the amount of training~!"

"Limited, no, no, no, political commissar Ning, look at this map. Our territory is so vast, with tens of thousands of kilometers of border defenses~!"

Li Feng walked to the map, drew a shallow circle with his finger along the big rooster, and then looked at Political Commissar Ning.

"Border guards are very hard-working. They patrol every day. Not only do they have to worry about the mountains, but there are also snakes, insects, rats, and ants. At that time, it was very difficult to deliver supplies to them, even by driving~"

"Compared to the mainland, whether they are eating and drinking, or silently stationed in the border defense spirit, even if it is hard work, they are more worthy of condolences~"

After knocking on the map, there were no tasks. In Li Feng's opinion, there were a lot of tasks. The little guys were full of energy. Wouldn't it be right to walk more? They were so tired that they didn't even want to say anything. Do you think they still have the mind to start thinking randomly?

"Border guards?"

Ning Zheng held his hands, stood in front of the map, and studied along the border line non-committally. It seemed that he found Li Feng's opinion interesting.

The room suddenly became quiet. Everyone pursed their lips tightly. When they looked at Li Feng, their eyes were a little strange. Such an idea was the best...

"They don't want much, but people shouldn't forget them~!"

As soon as he said this, Political Commissar Ning's eyes flashed with blazing light, and everyone else quickly put their thoughts behind them.

Compared with those people, indeed, the art troupe seems to be in a honeypot.

Forget, it was not Li Feng who mentioned how many people there were. Recalling that during this time of the Chinese New Year, there were countless soldiers on the border defense line, guarding the lights of thousands of families.

All they had to pay was a little difficulty on the journey, but others had to face this kind of difficulty every day, and they had to stick to it for at least three years.

“It’s a good idea, but it’s a bit difficult to put into practice~!”

There are tens of thousands of kilometers of border lines, and after all, the Provincial Military Region Art Troupe is not right next to that line. It is really troublesome to limit the number of people to this number.

"Because of the difficulty, it depends on who cooks it first. Who knows whether the first bite of crab is delicious~!"

"Border defense units are all small and scattered units. They can be divided into small corps to fight, which reduces the difficulty. There is no need to set up a stage. The flat ground is the stage. The audience sits on the ground with their shoulders leaning on the spears, and the distance is shortened~!"

Having said this, the scene suddenly emerged.

Li Nan, who was in the capital, shivered suddenly for some reason. Unexpectedly, her brother dug a hole for her across half of the map.

Li Feng, who was in Chengdu, didn't know that his younger sister had performed so well that she had been recommended by the military division's art troupe.

When leaving the art troupe, Li Feng was quite emotional. It would be a good thing for them to find something to do for them.

As for Li Nan, he never thought that Li Nan could join the art troupe. (End of chapter)