There was a knock on the door.

"Come in. ”

"This is Jiang Ran's "Mu Guiying is in charge", take a look. A young man walked to an office with a laptop in his arms and said, the old man looked up.

"New work?"

For Jiang Ran, the old man is still very impressed, every time he goes to see, he can see different things, which can be seen that Jiang Ran is making progress every time.

That's what a good young man is, and it's worth watching.

Every time he progressed, the old man saw it, although he had not yet reached the level of a great grandmaster, but he was already qualified.

Not to mention anything else, it was the two hours that he and the old man Li Zuguang tried all the local dramas, which made him extremely impressed.

Opera is one of the cards in today's literary and artistic circles.

"Yes. Liu Xiang replied, gently placing the computer in his hand on the table in front of the old man, "And it is the version recorded during the competition on the stage in the morning." ”

"Show me. The old man took it, looked at Jiang Ran on the stage, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Good looks, much more handsome than during the rehearsal." ”

How beautiful the appearance is, you can know it at a glance, even if he himself is not particularly feminine, nor is he particularly good-looking, but the dress is different.

A sweet and hearty temperament that belongs to the old soldier woman jumped out.

"Back then, the peach blossoms were majestic immediately, and the enemy blood splashed pomegranate skirts. ”

The voice and Jiang Ran's beautiful figure were slowly projected from the computer screen.

The old man was a little fascinated, his face showed a serious look, Jiang Ran's image was beautiful to a certain extent, coupled with his voice, clear and bright, like a small river flowing water, long and profound, yes, the old man started, or with the idea of watching Jiang Ran's picture, but after that, he also brought himself into the picture.

Three or two sentences of singing is endless, the voice, with the appearance, this is Mu Guiying, a woman, a legend, the battlefield is endless, but it can stimulate a person's blood.

"If you have fulfilled your responsibilities in your lifetime, how can an inch of land belong to someone else. ”

As soon as the two sentences came out, the old man couldn't help but say, "Okay!"

It's not just that Jiang Ran sings well, the words are better.

As for the final drag, and Jiang Ran's sharp figure, they all made the old man feel a hearty feeling for a moment, this is a kind of cultural inheritance and heritage, which is something that no foreign culture can compare.

"If you have fulfilled your responsibilities in your lifetime, how can an inch of land belong to others, what do you think of these two sentences?" the old man asked Liu Xiang and said.

Liu Xiang looked at the old man's gaze, not in a joking tone, and then muttered, "Joining the army to defend the country, the supreme glory, right?"

"Not only that, you were born in this country, every grass and tree, every mountain and water in this country needs you to protect, because you love this land, love the customs here, and love the people here, so you will spare no effort to protect it. The old man said in a deep voice, "In my lifetime, I should do my part, for the development of the country, for the prosperity of the country, and even for the harmony of the country, I must also contribute my own strength." ”

"Although the strength of a person is small, if it is tied together, the light of the fireflies is enough to compare to the bright moon in the sky. ”

The old man's voice then stopped, "This is a very powerful singing segment, old and old, there are still people to listen to me, yes, I should fulfill my responsibilities in my lifetime, yes, while the old man still has a few years to live, he must be responsible for the country and the people, and contribute his own strength." ”

Liu Xiang himself didn't expect that he originally wanted to show the old man a clip, so that the old man could relax after work, but who would have thought that not only did he not relax, but looking at this momentum, I am afraid that he will work until zero o'clock today?

"You also need to take care of your body. Liu Xiang said cautiously.

The old man's eyes widened, he stopped suddenly, and then hugged the computer, bent over with his head down and hurriedly walked out.

The old man came back to his senses carefully and began to rub his eyebrows, the affairs of the country are too heavy, and he is overwhelmed every day, although Liu Xiang can gradually help him deal with some things, but there is still some more than enough strength.

It is difficult for him to guarantee that he will be able to handle all aspects of affairs, but, as Jiang Ran sang, he should fulfill his responsibilities in his lifetime.

As long as you are alive, you must have something worth fighting for, and you must have faith and conviction.

What Jiang Ran can bring to him is far from being as simple as a piece of music, as well as faith.

"People live for a lifetime, grass and trees for an autumn, what is it for?" The old man gently put down the documents in his hand, walked to the window, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at the bright lights of the entire Jingzhou City, "Isn't it just to be able to do what you want to achieve, and it can be done, although it is now an era of peace, but it is all false peace, and the smoke of war and gunpowder is still permeating all parts of the world." ”

"I am not a soldier, but I know that the peace and stability of a country depends not only on a strong army, but also on the patriotic enthusiasm of the people and the unity of the whole country. ”

Jingzhou City does not represent the whole country, but it is indeed the central hub of the country, and all documents and orders are issued from here, and then conveyed to the local government, and all the efforts now are for the well-being of future generations.

"Culture. ”

He is responsible for the cultural aspect, every art deserves to be respected, deserves to be protected, and the disappearing traditional culture makes him feel sad, but helpless.

Because of the support, it has already been supported, and so much money is approved every year, which is enough to pile up a world-class famous school, but it still can't make any waves.

How many people can really forget their original intentions?

People are difficult things to read, a kind of original intention, far more precious than money.

The old artists grow old one by one, and even pass away, from not being able to go on stage to being unable to speak, and the inheritance is broken.

Although Chinese culture is not only these, but also modern and good cultural phenomena, but ancient, after all, ancient, can exist for so long, which proves that it has significance.

"Let's see what surprises those two conferences can bring me, I am old and tired, and I hope that young people can take on it. ”

"It's just that there are still a few people who can afford this responsibility, and the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. ”

Standing with his hands in his hands, overlooking the entire Jingzhou City, he had a lot of thoughts, and it took a while before he came back to his senses.

I walked to the calligraphy and painting room on the side, gently lifted the pen, thought for a while, and jumped out of a word on the paper.

vigorous and powerful, the pen walks the dragon and snake.

"Yes. ”