red art soldier

Chapter 186 Return from Target Shooting, When Parting
Hei Lin's performance quickly attracted everyone's attention, and the parting atmosphere was greatly diluted by Hei Lin's appearance. They were obviously shocked by Hei Lin's unique acting skills.

Although the students on the stage knew that Hei Lin was going to participate in the show, they did not expect that it would be a part of seeing off the veterans. Under the eyes of disbelief, Ye Chen and Hei Lin performed in front of everyone before they believed that Hei Lin was so psychic. .

For the surprise in the audience, the students saw it in their eyes, and the surprise on their faces could not be expressed in words. All of them grew their mouths and couldn't believe it.

"Old Yuan, is this fellow Heilin really that powerful?"

"Old man, let me tell you, this Hei Lin is a meritorious dog. He just retired, so Ye Chen has been with him since he adopted him. As for why Hei Lin is so psychic, I don't know? I just rehearse with them. I met it when I was there, but now I am still so surprised to see Hei Lin's performance!"

"Hey, I said that you, old man, are too dishonest! Tell me such a good thing now, whether you are interested or not, and return to the political commissar, I strongly despise you!"

Not only Man Dongkui and Yuan Feng were amazed by Hei Lin's performance, but the other fighters also discussed it, admiring Hei Lin and liking it very much.

After "Old Soldier, You're Going" finished singing, the programs from various battalion newspapers took to the stage to perform, all of which were some classic red songs and some sketches. Of course, Ye Chen had never heard of them, they were all songs from this world.

After the songs were sung one by one, when it was the turn of Class Nine, what Wang Sidi sang was "Little Poplar" created by Ye Chen. Everyone has a different flavor.

The girl version of Xiaobai Yang, Ye Chen had heard Fan Shuying’s version and Yang Yang’s version before he was reborn. The singing styles of the two are different, and each has its own flavor. She is so soft and beautiful, just like that little Bai Yang is like a strong girl.

Zhang Meng is no exception. He sang "Green Mountains and Clear Water" by teacher Zhang Huan. With Zhang Meng's personality, it took a lot of effort to be able to sing this song in bel canto.

Time is walking slowly, and each program is also slowly staged and ended in the passage of time. The rising sun is also covered by dark clouds, and the air becomes cooler. A gust of mountain wind blows through, which is very refreshing .

"Comrade Xiaoye, you can't just play along on stage? Do you have any new songs to share with your comrades? I'm leaving here soon. Is there anything you want to express?"

Man Dongkui looked at Ye Chen next to him, and then at the students performing in the stands.

Ye Chen said with a smile: "I don't come here easily. A good song needs to be crafted carefully. Only a song that has been carefully crafted can be accepted by people's hearts. Only in this way can it be regarded as a perfect work."

Yuan Feng nodded at the side and said: "Comrade Xiaoye is right! Elite soldiers don't come for nothing. He needs hard training and perseverance to forge a body of copper and iron. It's the same with writing songs. Well, we can’t just have a frame, and we can’t have words without music, only with flesh and blood, and then polish it, that is a real work, Xiaoye, don’t aim too high, you are a good comrade!”

Ye Chen smiled, but in his heart, ten thousand cockroaches stepped on him. It wasn't that he didn't want to sing, it was that he didn't want to be too amazing. If he met someone who composed music for the occasion, he wouldn't be able to handle it for a while. Come on, it would be embarrassing.

"One more thing. After you return to school, I will ask you to go to the school's propaganda department. Although I don't know what it is? But I don't think it's a bad thing. The school's leaders are also qualified, and I have a certain attitude. Be upright, don't be arrogant, that's wrong, you know?"

"That's right, that's right, what Lao Yuan said is right. It's always good for us men to be flexible and be kind to others. I support Lao Yuan on this point."

Ye Chen nodded and said to the two officers: "I know, I still know this, the two chiefs can rest assured, I will definitely perform well, and use what I have learned in my life to show everyone a different sea ​​of ​​red."

Yuanfeng laughed and said: "Your words are enough, the red ocean, go step by step, don't be too ambitious!"

The performance on the stage was still going on, gradually the show came to an end, and the bus to pick up and drop off the students had already arrived. At this time, Gao Changsheng, the commander of the third company of the second battalion, returned from his mission.

Gao Changsheng and his company are going on field missions, mainly for shooting training.

After what Man Dongkui said, Ye Chen slapped his thigh and said: "Yes, the two chiefs, I saw Commander Gao, which gave me inspiration, I need to remember, wait a minute, as the leader of this party Just watch the last match!"

Ye Chen took out the small notebook he carried with him, pulled out the pen and began to write rustlingly there. This song is a song widely circulated in the military camp, and its name is "Return from Target Shooting".

As the tip of the pen wandered on the notebook, Ye Chen quickly wrote down the whole song, and then showed the written song to the two chiefs, and the two hit it off immediately. If the song is not sung, when will it be sung.

So Ye Chen took the stage at the end, and in the anticipation of everyone, he opened his voice and sang this song that absorbed the imagination of folk songs in northern Shaanxi and the revolutionary feelings it demonstrated.

"Sunset Xishan Hongxiafei,

Soldiers shoot targets to return the battalion, return the battalion.

The red flowers on the chest reflect the colorful clouds,
Cheerful singing was flying all over the sky.

Mi suo la mi sao,

La suo mi dao ruai.

……

Joyful singing fills the air,

The singing flew to Beijing.

***Hearing this, my heart rejoices,
Praise us for singing well!

Praise us for being number one in marksmanship! "

Ye Chen's singing is like a bird with wings flying in the air, giving people a unique artistic conception. The realism in the front part and the freehand brushwork in the back complement each other perfectly.

This song has gone through the baptism of history, like a dandelion that has experienced many hardships in the air, and finally docked in people's hearts, no matter when and where, the familiar melody, the wonderful notes, in every The hearts of soldiers will beat, linger in their hearts, and they will never be forgotten.

The party was lonely at Ye Chen's last song, and the students were still unsatisfied, and so were the soldiers. Some girls took the initiative to sing Ye Chen's "Soldier Brother Soldier Sister", and soon the students were all moved I got up, because this song was loved by the students during this time, and many soldiers also knew this song and learned it quickly. With the singing and harmony, the day reached its final climax.

With the sound of the bus starting, some students choked up. Although the time was not long, there was too much reluctance for them here. Scenes of familiar scenery gradually faded away with the window, and they also bid farewell to this green home.

(End of this chapter)