"...Please enjoy the song and dance "The Red Star Shines on Me, I Will Fight", which was selected by Yuya Konbu and performed by the Comrades Art Troupe."
As the host's voice fell, the actors of the Comrades' Art Troupe, who had already taken their seats on the stage, began to perform, and the sweet music resounded throughout the auditorium.
The dancers also started dancing to the music.
“Small bamboo raft in the middle reaches of the river”
“Walking along both sides of the towering green mountains”
"The eagle spreads its wings and flies"
"Even if it's windy and rainy..."
Zhang Zhonghua's appearance and singing voice made all the audience's eyes brighten. In addition, the lyrics were obviously about the south. Many old comrades recalled the days when they lived, fought and worked in southern Jiangxi.
"This little comrade, at such a young age, is very good at both songwriting and singing. He is a formidable young man!" the teacher said while looking at the actor's information in the audience.
It is clearly written in the information that Zhang Zhonghua, 18 years old, is also the deputy section chief of the Publicity Section of the Red Star Rolling Mill under the Ministry of Education. It is also stated that Zhang Zhonghua is the creator of "Red Star Shines on Me to Fight". He is indeed a bit too young.
"Yes, Teacher, he is indeed a formidable young man. His singing reminds me of when we were in the green waters and green mountains of the base area in southern Jiangxi. It was very pleasant to go boating on the river." Mr. Wu, who was next to the teacher, also sighed.
said.
"Yes, thirty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and many of the comrades from back then are no longer here." The teacher said sadly as he recalled his life in southern Gansu and the comrades who were together back then.
"Yes, thirty years have passed. Speaking of young Comrade Zhang Zhonghua, I have seen him before, and you, teacher, have also seen him!" Mr. Wu also sighed, and then seemed to suddenly remember something to say to the teacher.
"Oh, I've seen him before, but I really have no impression of him." After hearing Mr. Wu's words, the teacher took a serious look at Zhang Zhonghua on the stage. Although he felt that his appearance was somewhat familiar, he really had no impression of him.
"He was still very young at that time. His name was somewhat familiar to me, but he was too young. I specifically asked the relevant personnel about his situation, and then I found out that Lao Zhang from the security company during the Long March, teacher, are you still
Remember it."
"You mean?" When Mr. Wu mentioned his old friend who was no longer here, the teacher was obviously stunned for a moment.
"Yes, he is Lao Zhang's grandson. I didn't expect him to be so big in a blink of an eye." Mr. Wu was filled with emotion as he looked at the tall and burly Zhang Zhonghua on the stage with a resolute face.
The teacher heard about Zhang Zhonghua's life experience, and then fell silent for a moment: "I remember Lao Zhang's family..."
"Yes, this child is the only one left in Lao Zhang's family."
"Alas." The teacher sighed and said nothing. He just stared at Zhang Zhonghua on the stage.
Thinking of countless close comrades who fell on the road to final victory, the instructor couldn't help but feel a little sad.
After looking at his old friend on the stage, the teacher was filled with emotions. He had always been talented and able to point out the world. The teacher who scolded Fang Qiu didn't know how to express his feelings at this time and could only remain silent.
Seeing that the teacher was not talking and was staring at Zhang Zhonghua on the stage, with a hint of sadness in his expression, Mr. Wu waved to the staff to explain a few words, and then continued to watch the program attentively.
"Smash the evil old world"
"Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers covered with beauty"
"Thousands of miles of land, covered with brocade and embroidered flowers~"
The program ended soon after a few minutes, and as the last line of lyrics fell, the entire auditorium burst into thunderous applause.
Zhang Zhonghua, who returned to the backstage after the concert, also breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "Breaking!"
Zhang Zhonghua looked at his comrades in the cultural attack group who were hugging each other excitedly, and decisively joined in the celebration.
It was his first time to experience such a big scene and sing for all the great people in the audience. Even Zhang Zhonghua, who has lived in two generations, could not help but be a little excited and unable to contain himself.
After everyone celebrated for a while, everyone began to pack up and prepare to leave, so as not to cause congestion backstage and delay subsequent performances.
"Is Comrade Zhang Zhonghua here?" Zhang Zhonghua was about to leave when he suddenly heard someone calling him.
"Hello comrade, I am Zhang Zhonghua, who are you?" Zhang Zhonghua asked politely, looking at the person calling him, who was obviously a staff member of the hall.
"Hello, Comrade Zhang Zhonghua, I am a staff member of the hall."
"Hello, what do you want from me?"
"The chief told me not to leave after the performance. He wants to see you."
The chief wanted to see me? Could it be that some acquaintance in the audience recognized me? But there was no need to leave me to meet in the auditorium. Zhang Zhonghua was a little unsure and asked: "Comrade, which chief do you want to see?"
I?"
"It's Mr. Wu who wants to see you!" the staff said with some envy.
When Zhang Zhonghua heard that Mr. Wu wanted to see him, his mind went blank and he was completely confused. He racked his brains and couldn't even think that it was Mr. Wu who wanted to see him.
At this time, Zhang Zhonghua's mental activity was: Let me go, am I not dreaming? What should I say when I see my husband? Should I prepare a notebook for my husband to sign?
The surrounding comrades and everyone in the attack group were also confused. Mr. Wu actually wanted Zhang Zhonghua? What's going on?
"What about that, comrade, are you kidding me? Mr. Wu wants to see me?" Zhang Zhonghua felt that he was dreaming or hallucinating, so he checked with the staff in front of him.
"It is indeed Mr. Wu who wants to see you." Regarding Zhang Zhonghua's reaction, the staff expressed their understanding. If they were informed that Mr. Wu wanted to see them, they would probably have the same reaction.
"But, what do you want Mr. Wu to do with me?"
"That's not what I can know!"
Zhang Zhonghua thought to himself, he is just a staff member and it is normal not to know: "What about my colleagues?"
After saying this, Zhang Zhonghua looked at his comrades and everyone in the attack group.
"They can go back first. We will arrange a car to take you back when we meet Mr. Wanwu."
"Okay." After saying this, Zhang Zhonghua changed his clothes, handed his things to his comrades, the actors from the Cultural Attack Troupe, and followed the hall staff.
Following Zhang Zhonghua's departure, the comrades-in-arms Wen Gong Group started chattering among themselves.
Leader Li and Wei Zhengwei, who were waiting for members of the cultural attack troupe outside the back door of the auditorium, saw a group of actors walking out happily and immediately greeted them.
"Hahaha, comrades, you have worked hard. I will reward you well when I get back." Captain Li smiled with wrinkles on his face.
"That's right, you are all the heroes of our comrades' cultural attack group. I will ask for credit for you when I get back. Hey, where is Xiaohua?" As he was talking, Wei Zhengwei suddenly realized that Zhang Zhonghua was not there, so he asked.
Everyone in the Cultural Attack Group looked at each other, and finally focused their attention on Commander Kong.
"Lao Kong, what's going on? Where is Xiaohua?"
"Well, the staff said that Mr. Wu wanted to see Xiaohua, so they left him behind and asked us to go back first."
"Oh, it turns out to be Wu...who are you talking about?"
"Mr. Wu!"
"Mr. Wu had Zhang Zhonghua taken away and said he wanted to see him?"
Captain Li and Wei Zhengwei looked at each other.
Wei Zhengwei, who reacted first, said: "Let's go, let's go, why are we stuck here? Take it back, take it back, go home and have dinner."
"Yes, yes, let's have dinner, let's have dinner. I won't let you get drunk today to celebrate."
After saying that, Captain Li and Wei Zhengwei led everyone to wait for the bus and quickly returned to the comrades-in-arms attack group.
