I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 79

Four hour drive.

Jing Xiaoqiang definitely didn't know the location, and he certainly wouldn't ask.

Even if you know that it is near the largest and most prosperous metropolis in the country, East China is also the most prosperous land of fish and rice in the whole country.

But there is still such a lonely place by the sea.

A group of solitary officers and soldiers are hiding here almost incognito.

Obviously, they are guarding the safety of Shanghai and guarding the gate of this land of fish and rice.

They are all young people in their early twenties, eighteen, nineteen, and early twenties. When they saw the arrival of the vehicle of the art troupe, even the sentinel couldn't help the brilliance in their eyes.

Except for the sound of the waves and the whistling wind, there was nothing, not even the large barracks. A few very simple bungalows might look like ordinary dwellings from the satellite.

Jing Xiaoqiang felt that he was right.

He knew that the 90s was arguably the weakest era in domestic defense, and there were quite a few times when he swallowed his anger and was bullied.

In an era when technology, economy, firepower, and even anger were completely suppressed, these warriors used their flesh and blood and the simplest weapons to build protection.

So this time, he no longer chooses only the accordion and flute accompaniment, full of electricity and full performance, and his vivid movements even a little bit like everyone's appearance from the arrival.

Sure enough, these unsophisticated warriors laughed from start to finish, clapping their hands so hard that their palms became red.

When other members of the group were performing, Jing Xiaoqiang sat among the soldiers, chatting about lyrics, feelings, and what songs and dances they wanted to hear and watch.

In fact, the entire troop is scattered along the coastline of this area, and they cannot gather together to expose their targets for this condolence performance. The condolence team has to carry musical instruments on their backs and walk for an hour or two to the next hidden position to perform, and then continue. to the next one.

Everywhere the soldiers craned their necks, looking forward to the arrival of the condolence team.

Then reluctantly, he craned his neck to send the joy away.

Going out so far, you can still see these soldiers lining up to salute when you look back.

Jing Xiaoqiang was a little shocked.

Mother Lu also went together, and she had to restrain Jing Xiaoqiang from being too excited.

After Lianbu's performance, he wanted to take the initiative to add a few songs, but was denied by Lu's mother shaking her head.

While walking on the mountain road breathlessly, he explained: "During the war, the literary and art soldiers used their performances to help the soldiers rebuild their souls and soothe their hearts that were hit by war. In times of peace, they wanted to soothe the loneliness of being away from home. , but also to carry forward the dedication spirit of respecting and loving the post, and highlight the pride of the post. If it is a song of homesickness, the sultry sound of love and love, it will seriously affect the morale, understand?"

Yes, whether it is beleaguered on all sides or in the idiom allusions about waiting for work, there are such cases.

Songs are used to express one's aspirations, and dances are used to express emotions.

You really can't just sing.

Since you can't sing casually, work hard!

When walking to an antiaircraft artillery position to perform, many soldiers happily huddled on the boxes of artillery shells.

In fact, the main reason is that the propaganda officers accompanying the art troupe want to take pictures, so the framing is more worthy of publicity.

After Jing Xiaoqiang finished his performance, he heard that dinner was going to be eaten here today, so he took off his sports suit and showed the cannonball box with the soldiers!
Anyway, the amount of upper body exercise today is not enough.

That scene...

According to the later descriptions of the members of the cultural and art troupe, they have never even seen such a warm condolence scene after joining the army for more than ten years.

Because no art troupe has ever offered condolences to its members, and it is better than the soldiers who practice it every day in the matter of lifting cannonball boxes!
Let's all compete!
The cooking classes who are excited about cooking have come out and asked to come out!
Jing Xiaoqiang would like to say, I want to teach you a good lesson in the matter of scientific recommendation.

In the end, it was really hands-on teaching.

Driven by the strong competitive spirit in the army, even Lu's mother received a call from the leader of the relevant army the next day: "I heard that you have a singing student who defeated the grassroots company? Hahaha, come, come, come to us. , the next condolence event can't be without him, our soldiers are screaming, I still don't believe it, literary and artistic soldiers can beat the backbone of the front-line combat!"

Mother Lu proudly made people line up.

In other words, Jing Xiaoqiang never thought that he would be a very suitable literary soldier.

He was originally trained by the Pingjing Theater Academy, and he stayed in the capitalist world for decades, and died in the oolong scene of zero yuan purchase. He understands the big truth better than anyone else.

I can definitely devote myself wholeheartedly to the condolence performance work, once a week for as long as it takes.

This time at the seaside camp, Jing Xiaoqiang really wanted to stay there and watch the sunrise if the team had to return overnight.

Because the afterglow in the evening is so beautiful, the long red smell even resembles the last scene of the Xicheng Theater.

However, the officers and soldiers of the entire camp were so happy that they had to compare their food with him.

There is no way to sit on the reef alone and appreciate it.

Saying that he is such a strong and burly man with such a poetic mentality, it would be too strange to be discovered.

Had no choice but to maintain the image of a tough guy throughout the process.

This is how Jing Xiaoqiang felt after he participated in the condolence performance for the first time.

The three views are extremely correct...except for the matter of men and women.

The dancing female soldiers who accompanied him kept staring at him, but Aunt Lu kept her eyes on him all the time. Even if this guy didn't come, Jing Xiaoqiang would definitely not dare to do anything on this acre of land.

Although the figures of the little girls in military uniforms are not very attractive.

At first glance, I haven't had time to put on a sports bra.

So much so that when he went back to school and saw Du Ruolan and Pan Yunyan again, his eyes were a bit hazy.

He is also a hot-blooded young man of eighteen or nineteen.

Doing so many fitness exercises every day, and adding a lot of squat-moving projectiles and large muscle group stimulation yesterday, the surge in male hormones is also aggressive.

Don't hold back any longer.

Slowly feel that women are boring, and only appreciate the male abs, biceps, triceps, and that's it.

Du Ruolan may have been stared at by this kind of gaze since she was a teenager. She was overjoyed and quickly retracted her shoulders and glared at her: "I hate it!"

She has agile facial features from the beginning, and with a little eye movement, she is obviously amorous.

Jing Xiaoqiang is already roaring in his heart. If he can't develop with Lu Xi's deep background, then it's not impossible to honestly follow Xiao Du.

This fat and beautiful look is as attractive as a plate of burnt white.

Can't hold back!
Pan Yunyan once again revealed that she was a fake vixen, and turned a blind eye to this kind of man's gaze.

He just interrupted: "How many things have you done? Why didn't you see you on the weekends? Sister Yuan said you were seconded by the art troupe again? What are you doing? Can you take me to see it?"

Jing Xiaoqiang looked at it and took a sip of soaked radish to take a deep breath: "Yesterday, I ran several companies to perform condolences, forget it, you are all bachelors with shining eyes, too beautiful to be suitable."

This curvy compliment can also make Du Ruolan happy: "Sister Lu didn't come to see you. I went to the store yesterday to help Luo Li check the store. She said that you brought back the new... underwear."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but lower her voice, and her ears were so red that Jing Xiaoqiang almost bit him.

This kind of shyness that comes from the heart is much more attractive than Senior Sister Yuan's technical probing.

Jing Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reciting the Great Compassion Mantra in his heart.

Beauty Pass is so sad!
Du Ruolan is really smart, she understands that he is bewitched by her beauty, and she also understands that this big boy's self-control is to respect and respect himself, not to indulge.

The corners of his eyes immediately smiled coquettishly.

While reaching out and gently pinching the corner of Jing Xiaoqiang's sportswear, expressing his happiness, he leaned on the desk and looked at the eyes full of love.

Anyway, it fully shows the intoxication state that this life can be done like this.

Pan Yunyan, who was sitting on the other side of Jing Xiaoqiang, was sober: "Hey, why is Nen's face so red..."

Jing Xiaoqiang and Du Ruolan may both want to kick this noisy girl aside.

Jing Xiaoqiang has been fighting between heaven and man in his mind, should he reach out and hold Du Ruolan's paw?

But hold on to it...

But I heard the teacher on the podium speak loudly: "Next, let me see which classmate I invite to describe the development of the history of drama in the Yuan Dynasty..."

In an instant, regardless of whether it was the vixen who was fighting the fire, the turbulent Jing Xiaoqiang, or the confused Du Ruolan, they all hurriedly sat upright and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the teacher at all.

Anyway, Jing Xiaoqiang looked at the desk that didn't even have textbooks in front of him, and all he thought was: "Damn, this desk is too desk..."

The fear of being called by a teacher to answer a question can literally rule a lifetime.

(End of this chapter)