A full moon hangs high in the sky, like a polished silver plate, radiating with brilliance, the sky is clear, and the stars are dim. Under the moonlight, the open-air 10,000-person theater at the foot of Cuiping Mountain in Xufu is brightly lit, and the actors on the stage perform with all their strength.
Under the stage, tens of thousands of seats built in steps along the hillside with cement floors and wooden strips were packed with people. Whenever a program ended, deafening applause and cheers erupted.
The audience under the stage was composed of several parts. The troops, factories, mining enterprises, business houses and representatives from rural areas in southern Sichuan each occupied some seats. Some of the seats in the front row were reserved for the officials and guests attending the party.
The reason why there is this party today is that firstly, it has been half a year since the establishment of the art troupe, and now it is time to test the results. Han Yu, the major leader of the art troupe, vowed that the soldiers selected to join the art troupe are very hard-working, and many good programs have been arranged recently.
, there is absolutely no problem in holding a two-hour celebration party, so after Yang Bin and Ou Chuer met
After a brief discussion, this reporting performance was decided; the second was to celebrate the just-concluded autumn harvest. Due to the construction of water conservancy projects and the large-scale promotion of hybrid rice, the grain output in southern Sichuan has more than doubled. In addition to being able to satisfy its own needs,
In addition to the demand, a large amount of grain was purchased by the Appeasement Office and put into the strategic reserve warehouse mentioned by Yang Bin.
To prepare for emergencies; thirdly, over the past year or so, the production and construction in southern Sichuan can be described as a rapid pace. Factories have been built one after another, and almost every village has been connected to a road. In the process of solving the problem of employment for a large number of people,
At the same time, it has also quietly improved people's lives. The southern Sichuan government has long wanted to hold an inspiring celebration party.
But it was impossible before the establishment of the cultural troupe, so now we naturally take the opportunity to do it together; the fourth is to celebrate the wedding of An Yi, the director of the Office. Originally, this party was supposed to be held on the day of An Yi’s wedding a few days ago, but God did not cooperate.
, it has been raining continuously in Xufu, and it did not clear up completely until today, so the party was postponed for a few days accordingly.
This party consists of folk music, cross talk, magic, acrobatics, dance and singing. Since An Yi irresponsibly gave Han Yu dozens of songs, Han Yu conveniently selected the materials and picked them up as classics.
"A big river has wide waves, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both banks. My family lives on the bank. I am used to listening to the boatman's call and seeing the white sails on the boat..."
Han Yu, wearing a camouflage military uniform and a dashing appearance, stood in front of a choir composed of twenty young men and women, holding a microphone and singing loudly. The song was melodious and touched the heart.
After Han Yu finished singing a section, the choir sang in unison, "This is a beautiful motherland, where I grew up. In this vast land, there are beautiful scenery everywhere."
The lyrics and music were very touching, and the singing was also excellent. All the audience couldn't help but give warm applause.
"The girl is like a flower, and the boy is so broad-minded. In order to open up a new world, he wakes up the sleeping mountains and changes the shape of the river..."
Ou Chu'er took Xiao Chengcheng and sat in the middle of the first row, watching Han Yu's soulful singing on the stage, feeling a little dazed.
Although Brother Xiaoyi called several times to explain his emotional problems with the girl from the Feng family, but when he saw that he did not return his calls, he left his official duties in Nanjing in a hurry and took a special flight back to Xufu to apologize to himself.
Although I was heartbroken, I still had to put on a smile and said that it was common for men to have three wives and four concubines. The main reason I didn't call back was because I was too busy at work and was easily tired after being pregnant. Brother Xiao Yi
Keep
In Xu Mansion, I stayed with myself for two full days. I didn't even leave the courtyard. I kept guarding myself and my children carefully and tried every means to make myself happy. I was reluctant to leave until there was a thick backlog of telegrams from Nanjing.
He left. I was very touched and disappointed at the time. When I saw the plane he was riding in, I felt a sense of sadness that Brother Yi no longer belonged to me alone. When I returned home, I cried heartbrokenly.
Later, Brother Xiao Yi confirmed the wedding date with the girl from the Feng family in Shanghai, and called him to comfort him. After his parents returned to China, they made a special trip to Xu Mansion and tried every possible means to enlighten An Yi, saying that his current status and fame would not allow him to have such a marriage.
There are other options. Besides, the daughter of the Feng family is well-educated and has a gentle personality. She is also taught by the third sister of the Song family and Principal Jiang.
In the future, I won’t feel wronged. Moreover, I have the support of the Ou family’s billions of wealth. That boy An Yi naturally knows how to choose. On the contrary, I comforted my parents, saying that Brother Xiao Yi treated me sincerely, and then said many good things to him.
After telling the elders not to worry, my parents put their worries aside and rushed to Nanjing to attend Xiao Yi's wedding.
"Mom, that aunt is so beautiful, and her singing is nice. Can Chengcheng go up and give her a hug later?" Little Chengcheng pulled the corner of Ou Chuer's clothes.
When Ou Chu'er came to her senses, Han Yu had finished singing and was taking the curtain call with the choir. Xiao Chengcheng couldn't help clapping his hands, his face was full of excitement.
"Okay, Chengcheng. Do you know who wrote this song?" Ou Chuer asked with a smile.
Chengcheng was silent for a moment, looked back at his mother, pouted and said: "It's dad! But dad is not a good father. He married another woman. Don't let Chengcheng and mom go..."
Ou Chuer's heart ached, but her face was full of tenderness, and she said in a reproachful tone: "Chengcheng, how can you say that about dad? Dad also loves Chengcheng and mom. Didn't he come home last month?
Did you stay with us for two days? At that time, he was still lying on the ground letting you ride a horse to fight... You know how busy your father is, why do you think he would do that if he doesn't love us? "
Chengcheng said with a sad face: "But I don't want to call others mom!"
Ou Chu'er pursed her lips and smiled: "In this case, wouldn't it be enough if you call me mom and Feng mom as mom?"
Chengcheng's face turned even uglier: "If dad marries another one, don't I have to call mom mom..."
These innocent and childlike words immediately made most of the haze in Chu'er's heart dissipate, and she hugged her precious son and started to giggle.
At this time, on the stage, a young and beautiful host in military uniform, who was selected from various universities in southern Sichuan to join the art troupe, saluted everyone and began to introduce the next program - acrobatics.
As a child after all, Chengcheng's attention was immediately attracted by the performance of the art soldiers from Wuqiao, the hometown of acrobatics in Hebei, who moved south with Hu Jialin in 2028 and the outbreak of the Central Plains War in 29, and he no longer paid attention to it.
She was not allowed to discuss the topic of "mom" with Ou Chu'er. She stared wide-eyed at the wonderful performances such as tightrope walking, bowl lifting, and unicycle riding. Her two little hands were so nervous that they clenched into fists. It was not until the performance was over that she let out a long sigh of relief.
, there were big beads of sweat on his forehead.
Chu'er took out her handkerchief with pity and helped her precious son wipe away his sweat, completely unaware of the concerned eyes from the corner of the stage.
After Han Yu came out of the class, she studied under several Belarusian artists and received a series of vocal and artistic training. Half a year ago, she started to form the Southwest Art Troupe. In order to cooperate with her work, the Appeasement Office and all military divisions cooperated vigorously.
, coupled with An Jiajun's long-standing good reputation, the work of selecting talents from various universities went very smoothly, and soon a regiment-level literary and artistic group of more than 180 people was born.
Although the art troupe is small, it is well-equipped with all the entertainment forms on the market today, but the most outstanding thing is the singing group led by Han Yu himself. Because of the many songs left by An Yi, Han Yu's confidence is also very good.
The appearance is abundant, and the singing group lives up to expectations. Under Han Yu's step-by-step training and guidance, every song they sing is released.
, will cause a huge sensation. For example, the first song "On the Field of Hope" when the Southern Sichuan Radio Station starts broadcasting at six o'clock every morning is quickly accepted and sung by everyone. Almost every soldier and civilian in Southern Sichuan will hum it a few times.
Therefore, not long after the establishment of the cultural troupe, it quickly opened up the situation and often went to the army and the towns where it was stationed to perform, and was welcomed by all walks of life.
While working hard, Han Yu often thought about the past, her family, and An Yi. According to the information forwarded by the Office of Appeasement, she knew that her parents and relatives were indeed no longer alive, and that the big guns released on the Ganjiang River were
Most people are engaged in cruel internal struggles
They were cleansed, and they were still not recognized after their deaths, and similar tragedies were still happening at this moment. She was powerless about this, and she didn't dare to imagine it. She could only tell herself that An An was at peace in the southwest, and she was in Xuzhou.
Just live in this place and don’t think about anything else.
In fact, at the beginning, she was very keen and knew that she and her younger brother, Santongzi, were being watched by others. However, she did not blame others and acted as if she did not know. She was serious and studied hard, and she often won the praise of teachers in the study class and Belarusians.
The artist's praise finally came one day when she no longer felt the ubiquitous detection, and was replaced by looks of admiration and trust. Then she began to form Anjiajun's only art troupe from scratch, and won the support of everyone from top to bottom.
A unanimous affirmation.
Han Yu had a certain affection for An Yi, but she knew the gap between herself and An Yi, so she could only keep this vague love in her heart. After Ou Chuer arrived in southern Sichuan, Han Yu had no feelings for this person.
Mrs. An, who is not inferior to her own beauty, is very curious and also
I once carefully inquired about her situation, but the more I knew, the more inferior she became, and the more she dared not face her emotions, so she could only carefully keep a distance from Ou Chu'er. An Yi visited Xu Mansion several times, but she suppressed her inner feelings.
He did not want to go to the meeting and immersed himself in work.
This party was Han Yu's first time to observe Ou Chu'er up close. While he was amazed by her graceful and graceful temperament, he was also a little bit resentful that An Yi married again in Nanjing. Even such a good woman couldn't bear it.
Not knowing how to cherish, and still flirting with women outside, in Han Yu's opinion, this is not what a good man and husband should do.
Ou Chu'er didn't know that Han Yu was observing her. She was like a cold lotus, with a bright smile and a friendly manner, but no one dared to approach her.
The performance continued, and after the magic there was a singing performance, with Han Yu still leading the singing, "The water of the river is quiet, and the whirlpools at the bottom are rolling. Thousands of nets are spread out for hundreds of miles, and the warehouses are filled with fish..."
In the song "Spring Comes from Dead Trees", the singer is certainly full of sorrow, but the listener, like Ou Chu'er, is also full of sadness and wandering thoughts.
"The green willows are blooming with flowers, and a velvet flower is floating under the tree. The flowers bloom and fall every year. I feel uneasy when I can't see my brothers and sisters..."