red art soldier

Chapter 256 I Give You My Singing Voice

Ye Chen looked at the people around him. After knowing Hong Weiguo's identity, most of them looked at the veteran in admiration.

Perhaps for them, battle heroes only exist in their legends, and it is even more difficult to see the true face.

Some people even think that those heroic deeds are true or false, seeing is believing and hearing is not, so most of them are in a state of half-belief.

But now they saw with their own eyes that the veteran in front of them was indeed a battle hero, with a first-class military medal, award certificate, discharge certificate and ID card, all of which could not be faked.

Everyone has this lofty respect for heroes in their hearts. This is an emotion from the bottom of their hearts, and Ye Chen is the same.

Hong Weiguo obviously didn't expect the situation in front of him, and he didn't know what to do. The money taken by Cheng Guodong and others, he didn't accept it, and he didn't accept it.

Ye Chen looked at Hong Weiguo and said, "Old leader, can you sing military songs?"

"Yes, "March of the Volunteers", "March of the Eighth Route Army" and "Song of the Guerrillas".

After hearing Hong Weiguo's words, Ye Chen said: "Old chief, these are nothing. In this way, you should familiarize yourself with the songs first, girl, how about we have another charity singing today?"

Knowing what Ye Chen meant, Wang Sidi smiled and said, "No problem, hey, that handsome guy, can you lend us your guitar?"

Although there is only a guitar here, and other instruments can't be counted on, but for Ye Chen, a guitar is enough.

The young man who was stared at by Wang Sidi cooperatively took off his guitar and gave it to Wang Sidi. Looking at the packaging on it, he saw that it was a new guitar.

"Thank you!"

Ye Chen and Wang Sidi smiled and thanked the young man at the same time, and then Ye Chen said to Wang Sidi: "Girl, haven't you heard of the guitar version of us soldiers? Sing, no problem!"

Wang Sidi smiled and said: "I have practiced this in private, there is no problem!"

Hong Weiguo looked at Ye Chen in confusion and said, "Little comrade, what are you going to do?"

Ye Chen said with a smile: "Old chief, you are our team leader's comrade-in-arms, that is, my senior. As a junior, I should do something for the senior. Even if you are not my team leader's comrade-in-arms, you are still worthy of me doing this." .”

After Ye Chen finished speaking, he turned his head, adjusted his guitar a few times, and said to the crowd: "Today, Ye Chen, Ye Chen, a soldier of the People's Liberation Army from the Drama Club of the Qianwei Art Troupe, has participated in several performances. Comrades from "The Man" and "Little Bai Yang" must have recognized me. In front of me today, someone thought that the old chief had encountered difficulties in working in the capital in order not to trouble the government. I could only do my best. Today I will perform on the spot here in Wangfujing Street, and all proceeds will be handed over to the old chief beside me. You will serve as witnesses, and I hope everyone can support it.”

Hong Weiguo wanted to say something else, but Ye Chen had already talked about the guitar. When the soft voice sounded, although the music from the guitar was not high-key, it had another kind of enjoyment.

"What's the difference between us soldiers?
Just because we all wear, plain military uniforms.

Ever since I left my hometown, it is difficult to see my parents. "

Wang Sidi remembered the resonant tune in her soft voice on Wangfujing Street. She had never heard the female version of this song before, so the people around gathered around when they heard the voice.

In this way, there are more and more people, and after knowing the truth, the audience also offered their hearts.

Ye Chen is playing affectionately, and Wang Sidi is singing emotionally. At this moment, the two are like a happy couple, bringing this touching music to everyone.

When the guitar sound of "We Are Soldiers" fell, Ye Chen and Wang Sidi looked at each other, as if they understood each other's meaning.

The music of "Little Poplar" sounded slowly, like the wind blowing over the frontier fortress. The song reminded me of the thriving growth of Little Baiyang, like a rising red star. After going through all kinds of difficulties, it finally became a towering tree ,

Ye Chen looked at Hong Weiguo while talking about the guitar, and Hong Weiguo couldn't help but shed tears at this moment.

He has experienced too many things in the past few years. Because of the lack of an arm, he found several jobs, but was fired soon after, and hit a wall countless times. After my mother got sick, she gradually couldn't make ends meet, so she had the cheek to ask the government to help her find a job as a gatekeeper, but the meager income could not support the expensive expenses.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and planned to go to the capital to work and earn money, and handed over the elderly at home to the neighbors for help, because he returned from the military and was unmarried because he was disabled.

After arriving in the capital, it was far from what I thought. It was even more difficult to find a job. Even on the construction site, he was unwilling to ask for himself. Someone once suggested that he might be able to get a good job with his military medal. Or trouble the government.

It's just that he rejected all these without hesitation, because he knew that the country is now in a developing stage, and many places need money. He didn't want to trouble the government, so he came to the present.

After singing "Little Bai Yang", Ye Chen saw the old man walking over.

I don’t know when the old man who asked the old man to go to the teahouse for tea came back wearing a Tang suit and brought a new suit and said: "Old brother, come, I will play the erhu, and you will sing "The Volunteer Army" "March", okay?"

Hong Weiguo sobbed and said, "Okay!"

The handle of this old man's erhu was blackened, it looked like an old antique, and some places were slightly cracked, and the ponytail bow was thin and soft, as if it would break when the next one came.

The sound of the erhu was high-spirited and powerful at the beginning, shocking everyone's hearts, and then it was like a strong breeze accompanied by a discordant song that caused ripples in the crowd. The Buddha brought people to the battlefield at that time, with the smoke of war and the sound of gunfire.

In the end, under Ye Chen's command, the surrounding crowd echoed Hong Weiguo's voice and sang the "March of the Brave Army", which was positioned as the national anthem.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!
我们 万众一心 ，
冒着 敌人 的 炮火 ， 前进！

冒着 敌人 的 炮火 ， 前进！

go ahead!Go ahead, go in! "

Although Hong Weiguo's singing skills were not good, when he sang this song, he was full of lofty respect. He sang every word from his mouth. It was not just pure music, but a resonance from the soul.

The sustenance in his heart and the five-star red flag waving in the wind!

At the end of the song, the sound continued, echoing in the streets and alleys of Wangfujing.

(End of this chapter)