Before the condolence activities began, Lin Yi's life in the capital could be described as chic, occasionally going to CCTV to do a little activity, and then Yu Linger and Li Xiuzhi revolved around him, taking him to enjoy some special beauty in this world.

I have to say that such a small day is very moisturizing.

If he could, Lin Yi hoped that the rest of his life would be like this.

But time flies quickly, and Lin Yi will soon go to Tibetan Province for condolence activities.

After breakfast, Lin Yi rushed to the capital airport at eight o'clock, where a large number of middle-aged and elderly people had gathered, their expressions were calm, and their abdomen was more or less bulging, showing Lin Yi their wealth.

When they saw Lin Yi, many of them showed kind eyes in their eyes, but there were also a few who were slightly disdainful.

Lin Yi understands that people who rely on the old and sell the old exist no matter what line of work they are in.

In China or several countries in East Asia and Southeast Asia, the phenomenon of relying on the old and selling the old is particularly prevalent. A question of history.

"Hello, Lin Yi, welcome to our event this time. An old man who looked to be about fifty years old walked up.

"Hello, hello. Lin Yi bent down very stiffly at the old man.

"I know Professor Hu from the Beijing Conservatory of Music very well, and last time I asked him if there were any seedlings in their school that he thought were good that he could introduce to him. Then he vigorously recommended you to me, and said that now the teaching materials of the Beijing Conservatory of Music have added your music, and he also vigorously praised you as the future of Chinese music!" The old man looked at Lin Yi with great satisfaction.

Lin Yi expressed his deep gratitude to the old man, and said that he would not be proud and would continue to work hard.

"Alas, the current entertainment environment is not good, mainly because our country has neglected market control in this area in order to develop the economy and science and technology. We are also sorry for the decline of Chinese entertainment in recent years, but in the end, it depends on you young people. The old man patted Lin Yi on the shoulder with great relief.

Lin Yi nodded in agreement.

After that, Lin Yi said a few words to the old man, and finally found out from the young camera staff of CCTV that the old man turned out to be the deputy director of CCTV... is also a bigwig-level figure in the Propaganda Department...

As soon as he heard this, Lin Yi took a sharp breath in this spring and winter.

There were about 100 people who participated in the event this time, and this time they also made a generous move and directly chartered a small passenger plane.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived in Rongcheng, they would first conduct a condolence activity in a military region in Rongcheng, and then some recording personnel would drive along the Sichuan-Tibet line to shoot the scenery along the way and provide fresh material for CCTV.

Because it is a condolence from literary and artistic personnel, and it also has a little official interview color, the troops with a high strategic level will definitely not give condolences.

Finally, I expressed my condolences to some armed forces in several cities around Rongcheng.

Here, Lin Yi saw a lot of young people, most of them were in their early twenties, and some even came to join the army just after graduating from high school, and a few of them were fans of Lin Yi.

When Lin Yi asked them why they were soldiers, their answers were a little uneven, some answered that they didn't want to study, and some answered that they wanted to serve the motherland.

But no matter what their purpose was, what they were doing now was worthy of Lin Yi's respect. They used their flesh and blood to build a great wall against foreign invasions, and they also carried the lives of the people on their shoulders, and they carried the burden forward for us.

"You..." Lin Yi looked at this group of soldiers who were younger than himself, and suddenly felt a little speechless.

Their faces don't have much youthful exuberance at this age, and their faces that have been exposed to the sun and wind for a long time also look a little dark, and there is a firmness in those eyes that they don't have at this age.

"You... In addition to training, what do you like to do most in the barracks?" Lin Yi looked at the little soldiers in front of him.

"I don't have anything I want to do, but it's good to be able to train every day. A burly man sat on the grass and gathered around Lin Yi.

"I love to get my phone and call my mom. ”

At this time, a voice suddenly drifted into Lin Yi's ears, and Lin Yi turned to look at the person who spoke in surprise.

I found out that the other party was the original eighteen-year-old boy, he just graduated from high school last year, he enlisted in the army as soon as he graduated from high school, and he just turned eighteen years old at the end of December last year!

Looking at the boy, Lin Yi suddenly felt a little entangled in his heart.

He looked at the boy, and there was something very inexplicable spreading in his heart.

"What about you, don't you miss your mother?" Lin Yi suddenly looked at the other fighters.

"I wanted to do it when I first came in, but slowly... The thoughts were diluted by the hardships of training. A warrior said slowly.

Lin Yi nodded, a lot of emotions will indeed be washed away by fatigue, so when people are depressed, they must go out for a walk more, or work more!

"What kind of tasks or training do you usually perform?" Lin Yi asked with concern.

"It's basically daily training in some troops, 10 kilometers or something, but last summer there were floods, sometimes avalanches, and we also went to do these tasks. One of the fighters replied slowly.

Lin Yi nodded, and then looked at the sky, at this time twilight was still falling, and the sunset was on the horizon one by one, like rock candy.

"I'll sing you a song. Lin Yi suddenly stood up.

"Okay, okay!" A few of the more lively young people around immediately became enthusiastic.

Lin Yi spun rapidly in his mind, and then thought of "Green Flowers in the Army", which was a song taught to them by the instructor when he was still studying in school and military training in his previous life; Dear comrades-in-arms, don't miss home, don't miss your mother. ”

The songs in this kind of army usually have a little bit of national bel canto singing, and ordinary pop singers really can't sing that kind of song, but the arrangement of the song "Green Flowers in the Army" has a bit of folk elements.

"Mom, don't worry, I've grown up, I'm already on duty, standing guard is to defend the country, and I'm not afraid of wind and rain..."

"I sincerely wish my mother, I wish my mother a long and healthy life, and I will go home when I celebrate the achievement, and I will come to visit my good mother again..."

Lin Yi sang and sang, he saw that many of the soldiers had already burst into tears, and with the melodious singing of his voice, some of the soldiers who had originally scattered to offer condolences also gathered, and they surrounded Lin Yi and listened carefully to Lin Yi's singing.

Although there is no stage, the eyes of the soldiers have built a stage for Lin Yi...

I don't know why, looking at this group of 'cutest people', Lin Yi sang and sang, and his eyes were also soaked.

And all of this was recorded by the CCTV lens.