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The magnificent music sounded, and the image of the rooster crowing across the world instantly appeared in Han Changsheng's mind.

He took a deep breath, and his deep and deep singing voice echoed around him.

One word speaks Ming Dynasty, one tile roof makes a family.

They say the country is huge.

Actually a home.

Fill the country wholeheartedly.

Start from scratch.

Home is the smallest country.

The country is ten thousand families... The seven sisters of Yang Mi stared at Han Changsheng on the stage, and found that his eyes began to sparkle.

The singing that came to their ears seemed to overwhelm the music, and the deep feeling inside made them immersed in it unconsciously.

I found the right person! Xia Xiaoyu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her admiring eyes focused on Han Changsheng, and she became more and more admiring of the teacher's eyesight.

She has been a song and dance director for so many years and has listened to thousands of patriotic songs, but this is the first time that the first few words can make her unable to control her emotions.

This young man...is amazing.

The few singers who had just entered the studio, such as Cai Dan Zuoma, looked at the young people on the stage with piercing eyes, opened and closed their mouths, and sang along silently.

They had heard other people sing this song, but at that time they had a warm feeling at most. It is really rare that they can't help but sing along like they are today.

"The country is my country, and the home is my home.

I love my country, I love my home.

I love my country."

Papa... Papa... As soon as Han Changsheng's singing ended, there was thunderous applause all around, and it lasted for three minutes before it stopped.

Xia Xiaoyu walked up to Han Changsheng with strides, handed out the pen and paper in his hand, and said excitedly, "Director Han, please sign for me!"

Han Changsheng was stunned for a moment, and smiled wryly: "Director Xia, your joke is not funny at all. You are a great director, how can you ask me to sign it?"

Xia Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "It's true that I'm the director, but I'm also your fan, and I'm not a man, so I won't break your rules."

Han Changsheng thought for a while, took the pen and paper and wrote two words, "I'm sorry I still can't sign for you, but can these two words be okay?"

"nation"

Xia Xiaoyu saw the two flamboyant characters on the paper, she was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Although I feel a little regretful, I think the two characters you signed are even more special."

In the face of a country full of people's sense of security, this small signature seems not so important.

Yang Mi walked in, smiled and said, "Sister Xiaoyu, my master's song has passed."

Xia Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I'm sure I can pass, and it's a one-time pass!"

Yang Mi hoped: "Then our seven sisters can also come on stage and sing a song?"

Tong Liya's six daughters had burning eyes, their hearts raised in their throats.

The National Day gift is more demanding than the local TV Spring Festival Gala. If they can sing a song together, it will be a dream come true.

Xia Xiaoyu opened her eyes and said in amazement: "The seven of you sing a song."

These seven sisters took one out and sang solo in every Spring Festival Gala.

Seven people are singing a song here, what's wrong? "It's really singing a song."

Yang Mi hugged Han Changsheng and said, "My family wrote this new song for us, I think you should listen to it, Miss Yu."

Xia Xiaoyu turned her gaze to Han Changsheng, and said with a faint smile, "Since it's the song written by Director Han, I'll listen to it with all my ears."

"master……"

Yang Mi pinched Han Changsheng's arm with a pitiful expression.

The seven sisters practiced... several times on the way here, but they still couldn't sing very well, so only the old man came out at this time.

Han Changsheng nodded and said: "This song has just been written, and there is no accompaniment yet, so I'll just sing it a cappella!"

Xia Xiaoyu said "please"

Words, retreated directly to the audience.

The same is true for the seven sisters Yang Mi, and their eyes never leave Han Changsheng:.

Han Changsheng took a sip of water and adjusted his voice to the best condition.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a high-pitched and resonant voice erupted.

"I and my motherland cannot be separated for a moment.

Wherever I go, a hymn flows out.

I sing of every mountain, I sing of every river.

Smoke from the kitchen, a small village, a rut on the road..."

Although there is no magnificent accompaniment music, the singing voice of this cappella is still shocking.