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Chapter 132 The Motherland Will Not Forget
Song Dao thought for a moment and came to his senses.

Just as I was looking around for something, I saw Hu Wei walking towards me from the living room with a notebook and a pen in his hands.

Hey, have you learned how to “quickly answer”?
Song Dao took the paper and pen.

Sit at the dining table, take a deep breath, pick up the pen and write the first line.

——The motherland will never forget!
Hu Wei, who was standing quietly by the side, was slightly startled.

This is... a patriotic song?
He didn't dare to breathe as he watched Song Dao writing seriously on the paper.

[Who am I in this vast sea of people?]

[I am the one in the surging waves]

[In the Army Conquering the Universe]

【The one who silently dedicates himself is me】

【…】

[The mountains know me, the rivers know me]

[The motherland will never forget me]

……

Hu Wei was stunned as he watched his master compose a song about patriotism, military dedication and space flight in front of him again.

Even before this, in his mind, the master was like a god.

At this moment, I still feel like my soul is trembling.

What is a Hexagonal Warrior?

Have you ever seen a creator who is all-rounder?

Have you ever seen someone who can write a song that is extremely infectious and profound when inspired anytime and anywhere?

Even if Song Dao did not write the music score, Hu Wei could have made a judgment based on his ability.

This song is absolutely magnificent and inspiring when sung.

The key is the lyrics, which seem simple and straightforward, but are actually majestic!

Hu Wei felt his scalp tingling.

I was deeply shocked.

Especially when I saw the words “The mountains know me, the rivers know me”, my nose felt sore.

I feel like crying.

It’s totally not on the same level as the sadness of love affairs!
For a moment, Hu Wei even felt that the songs he sang were too weak in style!
He was stunned for a moment.

I quickly realized why this was happening.

The appeal of Master’s song is so strong!

Even those who are selfish will be moved when they see lyrics like this.

Emotions will also be sublimated in an instant.

This is not only the power of words, but also the sacred status of the word "motherland" in the hearts of every Chinese!
At this time, Song Dao's expression was also very serious.

The song was not composed by him.

But for him, copying it down was also a strong spiritual baptism!

This song touched him more than "Camel Bells".

Because "The Motherland Will Not Forget" is a true song of great love!

Whether it is the motherland in the previous life or the Xia Kingdom in this life.

We are all Chinese people, descendants of Yan and Huang.

They have all experienced hardships and sacrifices.

The sacred profession of a soldier is noble, sacred and great no matter in which world!

No matter what words I use to praise, it will always feel like it's not good enough.

Thousands of words cannot compare to the sentinels standing tall at the border, and their iron will protecting every inch of the country.
Not as brave as the old soldiers who charged fearlessly in the baptism of blood and fire to open up a path for a new life;
Not as good as the young soldiers on the front line of flood control, fighting against the torrents, using their blood and strength to build a dam of life for the masses;
Not as good as the special forces who are as agile as cheetahs in the wilderness and dense forests, defending the country's secret front with their outstanding skills;
It is not as majestic as the air force pilots flying through the blue sky, driving the steel war eagle to protect the motherland's airspace;
It is not as heroic as the naval officers and soldiers who ride on the waves, control ten thousand tons of ships, and guard the blue border of the motherland.

Each of them is the backbone of the motherland and the light of hope of the nation.

Interpret loyalty with actions and fulfill your oath with your life.

It’s no exaggeration to praise this group of people to the sky!
After composing the music, Song Dao couldn't calm down for a long time, and he couldn't suppress his excited emotions.

Taking a deep breath, he dialed Zhou Qian's number directly.

No matter what others create, no matter how many people are involved in it.

He just wanted to hand in the song as soon as possible.

Let every Xia citizen in the world hear its melody and see its lyrics as soon as possible.

Feel the passion of sharing the same origin.

Resonate with those fiery devotions.

"Brother, is there anything I can help you with?"

There seemed to be someone else at Zhou Qian's place, and it sounded a little noisy.

"Sister, I have written it and want to show it to you now." Song Dao said.

"Ah? So soon? That's great, great," Zhou Qian was immediately a little excited, saying "great" twice, "Come to Xia Shi, come to my office, Qin Lang is here too."

After hanging up the phone, Song then remembered that he had not eaten and Hu Wei was still here.

He glanced at the thermos and picked it up.

"I'll take this, you can come back for it later."

"Master, I'll take you there!"

Hu Wei, who was also moved by the lyrics and music of the song, volunteered to be the driver.

When he drove to the door of Xia Shi and hesitated whether to park outside, Song Dao told him to drive straight in.

Later, when he wanted to park in the ground parking lot, Song Dao directed him to drive to the underground parking lot.

No, my master’s car can not only enter Xia Shi freely, but also drive into the underground parking lot that is not open to the public?

He didn't know what his master had been going through recently.

I just felt that the master was watching.

It feels like going home. …

Hu Wei did not go up, but sat in the car like a driver, watching Song Dao walk towards the elevator.

There, someone was already waiting.

Song went over and saw Qi An. He smiled and said hello: "Brother Qi."

"Hey, Teacher Song, please don't be polite with me. Just call me Xiao Qi." When Qi An saw Song arriving, his attitude was very cordial.

Looking at Song Dao holding the thermos in his hand, he was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything.

I just secretly admired him in my heart: No wonder the leader liked him so much and treated him almost like his own brother.

Look at this person’s emotional intelligence!
Knowing that the boss has been busy lately, he actually brought some delicious food he made himself when he came over!
The key is that he is a great talent!

Qi An, who is a few years older than Song Dao, feels that he has benefited a lot.

Take Song Dao to enter the elevator by face scanning.

I came to Zhou Qian’s office and knocked on the door gently.

next moment.

The door is opened.

Qin Lang looked at Song Dao with a smile: "Here you come!"

Just look at the light in Lao Qin's eyes and you will know what he is thinking.

Song Dao smiled and nodded, then carried the thermos into the house.

Zhou Qian seemed to be busy with something at the moment, typing attentively at the computer at her desk.

Without even looking up, he said hello: "Brother, please take a seat. I will reply to the leader first."

Take the computer...and reply to the leader?
With some doubts, he and Qin Lang sat down in front of the coffee table and put the thermos bucket on the table.

At this time, Zhou Qian stood up from over there and walked over with a smile.

He said: "The old leader is very studious. He is over 90 years old, but he is still learning how to use a mobile phone. He is very knowledgeable about new things. He just sent me a message using a carrier pigeon."

You can see that she is very happy.

Under normal circumstances, big shots like old leaders would neither contact Zhou Qian directly nor use something as "new" as carrier pigeons.

From this we can see that either Sister Zhou Qian has a very strong background and can "get information to the top"; or the old leader attaches great importance to this matter!
Of course, it is also possible that both exist at the same time.

If you think it’s too troublesome to pass the message through the “middleman”, go directly to the “source”.

"She said that after listening to that song, she recalled many past events and was deeply moved. She hopes to hear more good songs."

"You just said you were coming over, so I quickly reported to him that the author of 'Camel Bells' has a new creation, and he urged me to record it for him to listen to."

Zhou Qian walked over and saw the thermos bucket on the coffee table.

"Brother, what is this?"

"Ah, this is the greedy frog my apprentice made. He just gave it to me. I just happened to write this song. I don't know if you've eaten it or not, or if you like it, so I brought it over."

Song Dao did not hypocritically say that this was made specially for his eldest sister.

It’s not that you can’t say this, but you can’t say it to Zhou Qian.

really.

Zhou Qian, who was already very happy, smiled even more brightly when she heard this.

"I grew up in Shu. Sister Chu Peining and I are from the same hometown. This is good. I have to try it!"

Zhou Qian didn't think that this was the intention of one of her brother's students. It was obviously her brother feeding her!

So I didn't hesitate to open it, and a spicy aroma immediately wafted out.

"Wow, it smells so good, you're a good student!" Zhou Qian was pleasantly surprised, "You're quite good, very authentic."

Few people know that although Zhou Qian is from Shuzhou and eats spicy food, she never eats such "flavorful" food in the office.

I even have a slight obsession with cleanliness, and I will open the window to let in any smell.

But at this moment, he didn't show it at all.

As she spoke, she ran to the drawer and took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks. She looked at Qin Lang and said, "Don't eat it. It's spicy to the throat."

Qin Lang, who didn't like spicy food, was speechless and said, "If you don't want to eat it, just say so!"

Then he looked at Song Dao: "Hey... Song, Ge?"

Zhou Qian saw the notebook that Song Dao had placed on the table, and immediately took it up first, saying, "You can look at it, but I don't have to sing it for you. It may not be suitable for you."

Qin Lang said speechlessly: "I'm just curious and want to see the new song composed by Teacher Song..."

Only then did Zhou Qian hand him the notebook.

Then she happily took out a few lunch boxes and some paper towels and placed them on the coffee table.

"Come, let's eat!"

I don’t know whether the eldest sister ate it or not, but Song Dao really didn’t eat it.

Hu Wei not only sent the greedy frog, but also cooked rice.

In front of Zhou Qian and Qin Lang, he started eating with relish.

Zhou Qian ate a piece and her eyes suddenly lit up. She even used the lid of the lunch box to scoop out some rice.

"It's delicious. This is good. When I have a chance, I'll go to Yin Hong's place and call your student. Eh? Who is it? Hu Wei?"

"Sister, you are so smart." Song Dao praised.

"You only publicly praise two students. The girl Kong Xi is not from Shuzhou and is very young. It's obvious that she is not a good cook."

Zhou Qian stood up and took two bottles of water, handed one to Song Dao, and then said: "At Hu Wei's age and with his previous experience, he should be a man who knows how to live."

Song Dao nodded: "It was indeed Hu Wei who did it."

At this moment, Qin Lang, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, couldn't help but hum softly -

"I blend my brilliance into the constellations of my motherland. The mountains know me, the rivers know me, and my motherland will never forget me, will never forget me..."

Zhou Qian was slightly startled and put down her chopsticks.

He looked at Qin Lang seriously and said, "Old Qin, sing the whole song again for me."

He immediately said, "Wait a minute."

She took out her cell phone, turned on the video function, and said to Qin Lang: "Come on."

(End of this chapter)