Chapter 38: The yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant (please collect and vote to read)
Early the next morning, Fang Minghua finished breakfast and rushed to the art troupe carrying a yellow satchel to report. The leader of the art troupe had already received He called Fang Minghua, gave Fang Minghua a few words, and then took him to the team that was about to set off.
Unexpectedly, Fang Minghua not only saw Zhou Shunlai, but also Song Tangtang.
Song Tangtang is wearing a green military uniform today with a bandage on his leg. He carries a military water bottle on his left side and a green military satchel on his right side. There is also a pistol case on his waist, making him look heroic.
When she saw Fang Minghua running excitedly, she immediately frowned: "Why are you here?
"I will go to the battlefield with you to perform a condolence performance." Fang Minghua said.
“It’s dangerous, why are you going?”
“Don’t you guys want to go too?” Fang Minghua asked.
"You"
The girls next to them all looked at them, and Song Tangtang was too embarrassed to argue with Fang Minghua again.
This time the propaganda team included Fang Minghua, a total of eleven people. In addition to the propaganda team, there were also four soldiers with live ammunition to protect them to their destination.
The leader of the team, whose surname was Liu, was a male soldier. He also knew Fang Minghua and gave him some discipline. Everyone brought musical instruments and some semi-automatic rifles and got into an open truck. After leaving the barracks, we headed towards the mountains.
Fang Minghua came to the army for more than a month to collect information. He spent most of the time in the art troupe and got acquainted with the girls in the art troupe. When the girls saw him following him to the front line, they all started joking. Come.
"Hey, great writer, wherever Tangtang goes, you will follow him? Are you worried?" The person who spoke was a girl with pigtails. It was Fang Minghua who asked her for the first time. Song Tangtang's female soldier.
My name is Yang Xiaohong. She shows a pair of tiger teeth when she smiles. She is very cute.
"It's not that I'm worried. Isn't this called following Geng Hua in the movie "Love in Lushan"?" Another girl with an oval face said happily.
Fang Minghua cried out in his heart that he was wronged.
He really didn’t know that Song Tangtang was going with him this time.
However, he understood that this kind of thing was getting darker and darker, and the best way was to keep silent and stop defending, and keep a smile on his face.
As expected, Song Tangtang also adopted this method. Faced with the teasing of his sisters, he just turned around and looked at the scenery outside the car.
At first, the people on the car were laughing and joking, but once they entered the mountain, the atmosphere became obviously tense. Everyone was silent, holding on to the railings of the car, and watching the surrounding scene warily.
Zhou Shunlai, who was standing next to Fang Minghua, explained in a low voice: "Although this is our control area, occasionally enemies will sneak over and attack, so be careful."
Think about it. , Zhou Shunlai added: "But don't worry, this situation is very rare."
Sure enough, the truck traveled smoothly and arrived at a camp more than an hour later.
The woods are all temporary tents. There is an open space in the middle. A hundred soldiers are already sitting there. It seems that they are waiting for the arrival of the small team. These are the troops who have been withdrawn from the forward positions. They are here temporarily. Rest.
Amid warm applause from the soldiers, the propaganda team began their performance.
There were no flowers, no stage, no amplification equipment, not even a banner. The girls from the art troupe stood in the middle of the open space and started singing.
Allegro, dance, and popular revolutionary songs of this era, the soldiers watched with relish.
Of course, the best thing to watch was Song Tangtang's solo dance. Accompanied by Zhou Shunlai's accordion, he danced a piece of "Ode to Red Plum Blossoms". His graceful figure and vigorous dance posture attracted warm applause from the soldiers.
"One more, one more!" the soldiers shouted while clapping their hands.
Song Tangtang wiped the sweat from his face, and when he saw Fang Minghua standing outside with a smile on his face, he suddenly turned his eyes and shouted towards him.
"Fang Minghua, come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Fang Minghua was a little confused, but he still walked forward: "Song Tangtang, I can't dance modern dance .”
“You can’t dance modern dance, but you can dance disco.”
ah? !
Disco here?
Fang Minghua was stunned for a moment.
But the soldiers behind cheered.
Disco?
Of course they have heard of it. They heard that young people in the mainland now like to dance this way. It is so exciting to see it here!
Seeing the girl's cunning eyes, Fang Minghua felt that she did it on purpose?
“How can we dance without accompaniment?” Fang Minghua thought of a question and immediately pretended to be in trouble.
"I will accompany you with the accordion!" Unexpectedly, Zhou Shunlai next to him said with a smile: "Is it the song "Ali, Alibaba, Alibaba is a happy young man?" I can also play! ”
Huh?
Brother Zhou, why are you here to join in the fun?
Well as long as the soldiers are happy!
Alibaba Alibaba
Alibaba is a happy young man Alibaba Alibaba
Alibaba is a happy young man
Oh oh oh oh
Open sesame, open sesame
Oh oh oh oh
The disco was accompanied by an accordion, how novel.
The two people twisted their hips, shook their heads, and waved their hands, which attracted warm applause from the surrounding soldiers, and even the girls from the art troupe also cheered.
The company commander and Captain Liu of the propaganda team who were standing aside looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
It's a bit against the rules.
But as long as the soldiers are happy to see it and it can boost their morale, then go out of your way.
As soon as the song finished, Fang Minghua was already sweating profusely.
But it was quite enjoyable.
He was just about to leave when he was stopped by Song Tangtang: "Fang Minghua, can you sing?"
"Yes."
"Then sing another song Song?"
"Okay, then I'll show off my shame." Fang Minghua was not polite.
Back then, we were also Mai Ba in the karaoke bar.
What song are you singing?
Revolutionary song? It’s all too familiar, so it doesn’t mean anything.
Hong Kong and Taiwan songs?
There will be many, but it’s not appropriate to sing on such an occasion, right?
Got it!
Fang Minghua remembered a song and said loudly with a smile: "I will sing a song for you all by Mr. Wang Luobin's "Youth Dance". I hope you like it! But that's all." Fang Minghua suddenly paused.
"Please ask Comrade Song Tangtang to dance with you. Everyone is welcome!"
Pa bang bang. The soldiers applauded.
It is rude not to reciprocate.
Fang Minghua looked at Song Tangtang with a smile.
Song Tangtang didn’t hesitate and walked up openly.
The sun goes down and still climbs up tomorrow morning
The flowers have withered and they will still bloom next year
Fang Minghua just sang the beginning when he suddenly heard the melodious sound of the accordion. It turned out to be Zhou Shunlai actually accompanied him.
ha!
The atmosphere is nice.
Song Tangtang also started to dance, Uyghur dance!
Take your hat, hold your chest, shake, wrap your wrists, do long steps, stomp and move sideways. Song Tangtang dances like a Uyghur girl.
What else is there, what else is there
The little bird of my youth will not come back either
Other ones, other places
The little birds of my youth will not come back either
The two of them cooperated very silently Finally, it ended with a round of applause.
The condolences performance lasted for nearly two hours. The female soldiers from the art troupe took turns to perform, and finally some soldiers also came up to perform. The atmosphere was very warm.
Finally, they had lunch at the camp. Fang Minghua ate military compressed biscuits for the first time. In order to entertain them, the company commander made an exception and opened two cans of canned fruit.
Military compressed biscuits are very filling. Fang Minghua felt his stomach bloated just after eating one and drinking some water.
After dinner, the cultural troupe got into the truck and started on their way back. Everyone was talking and laughing, with Fang Minghua becoming the focus.
"Fang Minghua, I didn't expect you to be good at singing." Yang Xiaohong, the girl with pigtails, said.
“I can barely make do, but I can’t compare with professional singers like you.”
"Very good." Another girl with an oval face interjected: "Fang Minghua, you can write poems and novels, and you can dance and sing. You are really an all-rounder. What else can you do?"
"You want Ask Tangtang. Tangtang knows best!" Yang Xiaohong said again.
The girls were teasing when suddenly several gunshots were heard from the nearby mountains and forests. The laughter suddenly stopped and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
(End of this chapter)