When Director Wang left, Zheng Tong was curious: "Yue Min, why are you so oriented to this fat man Wang, I can listen to what my father said, this guy will be slapping horses, and he has no real skills." ”

Wang Laosan was anxious: "You... Your dad is not capable? My dad is good to me, Yue Min, don't you say?"

"Okay, Wang Laosan, don't worry, don't tie your tongue later. Zhong Yuemin said with a smile, and then said to Zheng Tong: "Just because Director Wang made such a big banquet for the collective Spring Festival in the courtyard, you can't say that he is incompetent." ”

Wang Laosan added next to him: "That's it, my dad has been working overtime for two months, and I listen to him call and beg every day, if it weren't for my dad, where would you eat big fat chicken!"

Zhong Yuemin said again: "If Zheng Tong and your father are replaced, it will be good if we can eat noodles and eat enough tonight." ”

"I ······ My dad is engaged in scientific research translation, and he is not the director of the office, this is not his specialty!" Zheng Tong was asked speechless, but still argued.

Yuan Jun finally came back to his senses next to him, and said contemptuously: "Zheng Tong, pull it down, your father is engaged in scientific research materials at most, and he can't help people who don't help when the oil bottle arrives at home, let alone engage in materials." This thing is really fat... No, Director Wang is out. Then he said to Zhong Yuemin: "I am self-critical, the chairman taught us: revolutionary comrades only have different division of labor, there is no distinction between high and low, I used to look down on Director Wang, I am not right, I repent." We resolutely can't be like Zheng Tong when we are full, we scold our mother when we lose the bowl, and the food looks too ugly. ”

"Yuan Jun go to you, see the wind makes the rudder, how can your self-criticism still hurt me. Zheng Tong listened to it for a long time before he came back to his senses, and Yuan Jun, this kid, didn't hold back any good fart.

Zhong Yuemin watched the two of them bickering happily next to him, these two really have no shape, so they should listen to cross talk.

"Yuemin, what show are you going to perform in a while, my dad is still pointing at you. Wang Laosan asked suddenly.

"Yes, Yuemin, Yuan Jun and I don't know anything, we'll cheer you on below!" Zheng Tong is very cunning.

Yuan Jun is not a good bird: "Yes, yes, Yuemin, it's not that my buddy doesn't help you, I have a problem when I was young, that is, I pee my pants when there are many people, today's scene is too big, I'm afraid that I can't stop urinating and embarrass you, I'm really sorry." ”

Everyone saw that he didn't even say the reason for peeing his pants shamelessly, and immediately laughed.

"I have to point to you that the revolution will never succeed. I'll go up and sing a song in a moment, and I'll be sure to put them there. Zhong Yuemin was confident.

At half past six, everyone was seated, Director Wang stood on the stage and took a microphone: "Everyone be quiet, let me say a few words, this year's Spring Festival of the Year of the Snake, under the wise decision of the party committee of the ministry, we want to have a collective, revolutionary Spring Festival with socialist characteristics, first of all, we must thank the leaders at all levels for their correct leadership, the help of colleagues, the selfless support of fraternal units in various places, and the hard work of the canteen masters." Now, with warm applause, we invite the Minister to come up and deliver a welcome message. ”

Rushing... Everyone's applause rang out warmly.

The minister is an old revolutionary, already in his sixties, but when he came to the stage, his pace was vigorous, his waist was straight, and he was full of energy, and he took the microphone of Director Wang: "First of all, thank you for your hard work in the past year, and I also hope that everyone will work smoothly in the new year and work hard for socialist construction." Okay, that's all, let's talk!"

I grabbed it after coaxing, the adults are still a little reserved, those half-sized children don't care about you, and when the minister's voice falls, you fight for me, even gnaw and bite, stuffed in the mouth, in the bowl, and grab it in the hand, and the plates and bowls on the table are clanging, and the mouths and hands are full of oil.

Especially the two grandsons Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong were the worst, and they directly served the dishes, one grabbed the braised pork, and the other grabbed the roast duck. The children sitting at this table are all children in the courtyard, and everyone is usually used to being bullied by them, but at this time, when they saw that the two hardest dishes on the table were robbed, they dared not speak out.

Zhong Yuemin saw that these two boys were too much, and the little fat man sitting next to him was about to cry, so he snatched the braised pork in Zheng Tong's hand and said: "You two are too unsound to do this, everyone is short of oil and water, just point to this meal and put some oil in your stomach, you can grab it with chopsticks, what's the matter with serving the plate directly? Yuan Jun, you put the duck down." ”

More than a dozen children on the table should shout: "It's just ......" Yuan Jun saw that it was broken, and everyone at the table glared at him angrily, and even his son Yuan Beiguang on the table next to him heard the voice and looked over, so he sneered and said: "I'm here for everyone's good, I'm afraid that my younger brothers and sisters will be ignorant, and when the time comes, they will have to fight, and the impact of the New Year will not be good." Come on, come on, I'll give it to everyone, it's fairer. As he spoke, he stood up, put a duck leg in his bowl first, and then divided it into everyone's bowl.

Only then did the anger of the crowd be extinguished, and within ten minutes of this little episode, the table was swept away like a whirlwind. After eating, everyone at the table lay on the chairs, rubbing their stomachs one by one, only Wang Laosan was still using steamed buns to wipe a little oil at the bottom of the plate and ate happily, this kid was too slow, he didn't grab much just now, so he had to close the bottom now.

After waiting for half an hour, the adults also finished eating, and the staff came up to remove the plates and serve tea, melon seeds, and fruits. At this time, the host also came to the stage, enthusiastically reported to everyone, and the "Spring Festival Gala" organized by the staff of the ministry began by themselves.

The programs on the stage are all signed up by the employees of the unit themselves, some dance, some sing, some talk cross talk, play allegro, and some children dance radio gymnastics. The shows are not very professional, and they are all familiar uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, and the audience below is very face-saving, and the applause in the auditorium goes down wave after wave, and the atmosphere is very warm. Director Wang was so happy that he grinned behind his ears.

After the halftime, the announcer came to the stage again: "Next, I invite Zhong Yuemin to perform for everyone." "This scene has no beginning or end, and it doesn't say anything about the performance, but the announcer can't help it, Director Wang gave the words temporarily.

The audience also talked a lot, and most of them were asking who Zhong Yuemin was. At Zhong Shanyue's table, the minister was puzzled: "This Zhong Yuemin is Shanyue's son, right?" Zhong Shanyue was also a little confused, and replied: "The name is good, but when did he participate in the performance?" "Then take a look first, maybe there will be a surprise." ”

After half a year of training, Zhong Yuemin is no longer as weak as he was at the beginning, his shoulders are wider, his chest muscles are thicker, his height has also moved up a little, and his face also has a sense of perseverance. He was wearing a school uniform today, with a white shirt on top and blue khaki pants on the bottom, and when he stood on the stage, his uncles and aunts in the audience praised him one after another, such as "giving birth to a son like Zhong Yuemin". Zhong Shanyue sat down and listened to the discussion of his colleagues next to him, a smile couldn't help but hang on his face, and his eyes stared at Zhong Yuemin on the stage.

I saw Zhong Yuemin try the microphone and said: "Uncle and aunt, uncle and aunt, brother and sister, happy New Year, everyone, my name is Zhong Yuemin, and my father is Zhong Shanyue." I am here today to give you a New Year's greeting, I wish you all a happy Spring Festival, all the best, and all your wishes come true!"

"Okay!"

When the applause stopped, Zhong Yuemin said again: "Next, I will sing a folk song to you, ten to the Red Army, one is to commemorate the 38 years of the founding of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army, to remember the Red Army martyrs who shed their blood for New China, and the other is to thank the old Red Army and the old revolutionaries here, without your hard work back then, there would be no China today." With that, he bowed deeply below.

The applause below was even more enthusiastic, everyone didn't expect that the handsome boy on the stage was so eloquent, and what he said was all-encompassing and meaningful. The minister took Zhong Shanyue's hand with some excitement and said, "Old Zhong, you have given birth to a good son." This kid will be terrible in the future······" Zhong Shanyue was not modest, nor was he nodding, but the pride of being a father made him smile even more.

"As soon as I sent the Red Army (Rig) down the mountain

The autumn wind (Rig) and drizzle (Jiezhi) linger

The wild deer in the mountains (Rig) wailed

Tree tree (rig) sycamore leaves, leaves are falling

Ask your loved ones for the Red Army

When will (Rig) and centaur (Jiezhi) return to the mountain

Three sent (Rig) Red Army (Jiezhi) to which mountain

On the mountain (rig) baogu (jiezhi) is golden

Baogu seeds (Jiezhi) Red Army species

Breads are good, we are poor

Hold the Red Army hand tightly, the Red Army

The seeds that were sown were red to the sky

Five sent (Rig) Red Army (Jiezhi) over the slope

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Seven send (Rig) Red Army (Jiezhi) Wudoujiang

The boat on the river (Rig) is busy

Thousands of troops and horses (Jiezhi) riverside station

100,000 people were in tears

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Nine sent the Red Army to the avenue

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Ten send (rig) Red Army (Jiezhi) Moon Pavilion

Mochizuki (Rig) Pavilion (Jiezhi) to build a high platform

The height of the platform (rige) is ten zhang white jade pillar

Carved dragon (rig) painted phoenix to shine

I also look forward to the Red Army in the evening

This (Rig) is called (Jiezhi) Wanghongtai

This (Rig) is called (Jiezhi) Wanghongtai"

There are many old revolutionaries in the audience, who have worked in the Sichuan-Shaanxi-Soviet Revolutionary Base Area, and have heard many versions of the ballad of sending the Red Army. Zhong Yuemin sang the later Daolang version of the Ten Red Army, which was a little different from the Red Army in the 60s, but this song was simple and very infectious, and when Zhong Yuemin sang to the third paragraph, the audience sang along, and even some old Red Army soldiers stood up, they burst into tears, remembering the eventful years of climbing snowy mountains and crossing grasslands, and remembering the comrades-in-arms who fell on the revolutionary road······