"The Night of the Military Port" and "Little Poplar" can really be called excellent works in the "Red Song", which are good to listen to and easy to learn.

Yang Weifan quickly learned a rough idea, and then sang it with guitar accompaniment, not to mention that Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan were quite satisfied, and even he felt it very well.

Then take the VCR and play the recording just now, and the effect is also very good. It's not like an amateur at all, and it's definitely qualified to participate in the all-army parade.

This not only made Yang Weifan more confident, but also gave him a lot of confidence in Hong Yanwu's idea. Hong Yanwu naturally added a lot of literary brilliance to his heart.

Although he can't be called a songwriter for the time being, it has reached the point of letting him worship it. But Hong Yanwu has crooked talents, and his brain is by no means comparable to ordinary people, but Yang Weifan is convinced.

Think about it, in this era when almost all revolutionary songs are impassioned style, a person can actually express the boring military life through songs, so romantic, so lyrical. To say that this is not talented, it is simply an unthinkable statement.

As for whether this song will be created by someone else, Hong Yanwu's plagiarism?

Yang Weifan did not have this kind of consideration at all.

This is mainly due to the fact that people had a lot of free time back then, and many people wrote their own songs to relieve their boredom. And most of these "creators" have no common sense of music, and the dissemination of songs depends on singing.

This is also the main reason why many educated youth songs and "hooligan songs" were so widespread among the people back then.

There are some songs that are quite beautiful and beautiful. Like "Song of Nanjing Educated Youth", "Roman Watch", and "Knitting Sweater" all belong to this stream.

Since Yang Weifan and Hong Yanwu came into contact, they have also heard a lot of minor tunes of his "creation".

For example, "Stewed Radish" was changed from "Katyusha".

"Buy four radish, cut it, cut it, chop it, put it in the pot, gurgle, there is no peppercorn, just drop a few drops of vinegar, the acid is not pulled, just drink it together......"

and "Patting the Mother-in-law", which was changed from "Love Trading".

"Refusing to be photographed by me forced me to leave. You said that you had been usurped by others, and tears fell. Don't refuse my love, I'll shoot you. No matter how many wounds you have, I will bring you back more. The circle is not someone who wants to bring it, you can bring it if you want to, first rely on the plug and belt to poke it up. The mother-in-law is not who wants to shoot, she can shoot if she wants. Kick on the twenty-eight, carry the bag, and chase your love......"

In Yang Weifan's opinion, these songs are all interesting and good-sounding, and even have the possibility of being widely spread.

Therefore, in fact, Hong Yanwu has already "shown" his extraordinary "musical talent". Yang Weifan naturally did not doubt him.

What's more, Yang Weifan fully believes that his buddies will not lie to themselves, they will not cheat themselves, if it weren't for Hong Yanwu's own songs, it would never be possible for him to sign them.

What's interesting is that after winning these two songs by Hong Yanwu, Yang Weifan himself was a little embarrassed. Suddenly, he was ashamed of Hong Yanwu.

This is because Hong Yanwu once called him to inform him of the situation of the "half-acre garden" of Wanyan's old house, and asked him to find a way to inquire with the people of the "General Queen" and help him think of a way.

He has now inquired about the news, and the unit that occupies the house is a military supplies factory under the "General Logistics" Quartermaster Department.

The factory is not big, and the key is that if you want this factory to vacate the house, then at least the bureau-level cadres of the Factory Management Bureau of the Ministry of Munitions must speak and coordinate.

His own relationship is at most at the level of the deputy director, which is a bit out of reach.

Of course, if you want to consider all aspects, Yang Weifan is not really out of choice, Zhou Manna's father is the head of the college management department. Through this relationship, it will definitely be solved.

But if he wants to do this, he has to owe the Zhou family a big favor, so naturally he doesn't want to speak.

So, on the one hand, the buddies really help him. On the other hand, he has to be entrusted by his friends, can he not be ashamed?

What he didn't expect was that when he stubbornly said the situation. Hong Yanwu understands his difficulties very well.

Not only did he not blame him, but he thanked him for the specific information he heard. On the contrary, he asked him not to worry, and said that he could think of a way to deal with this matter slowly.

This made him feel even more that he was a buddy enough, and he himself was almost so interesting.

is the age of blood and strength, and the most accustomed thing is to express feelings through wine. Since there is nothing to repay, let's drink.

So all that remained was to drink wine and eat meat, play the piano and chat.

Hong Yanwu didn't forget to tell Yang Weifan about marrying his daughter-in-law next year, so that this kid could prepare for himself in advance.

This news really "thundered" Yang Weifan again, and he could only clench his fists and shout admiration. said that maybe when he got married, Hong Yanwu's children would be jealous, and expressed his support for Hong Yanwu's efforts to work towards the life goal of the fifth generation.

In short, the little brother and the child laughed and laughed, and made four bottles of Moutai together, which were tossed until more than eight o'clock in the evening.

Yang Weifan asked people to get two wire beds and two futons, and Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan rested in his dormitory.

And the next morning, the brothers woke up before five o'clock. If nothing else, my stomach is uncomfortable.

Think about it, I drank so much liquor yesterday, and I ate all cold cooked food, and I didn't even have food, what was it like?

To tell the truth, the big bowl of drinking wine and eating meat in large pieces all correspond to the name of Wang Shuo's book - it looks beautiful. What they are looking forward to most now is to have a hot porridge to drink.

As a result, this morning, the soldiers in the canteen of the dry rest house were able to open their eyes.

As soon as the door opened at half past five, Yang Weifan rushed in with Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan to take the lead.

With pickles, eggs, and steamed buns, twelve dried steamed buns, and porridge with sticks and noodles, each of them drank three bowls. It's like a hungry master who hasn't eaten for three days.

Originally, the little soldiers still felt that the army canteen was not allowed to be wasted, for fear that they would take so many steamed buns, and in the end it would be difficult to handle the remaining food.

But I didn't expect it, nothing was bad. Just two words, it can be made!

After eating and drinking, the servants suddenly came to their senses. Since it is at the foot of Xiangshan, it is time to come for nothing. Hong Yanwu, Chen Liquan and Yang Weifan went up the mountain together with a full burp.

After they came down from the mountain at noon, they were beaten in the homes of villagers near the "Xiangshan Tuancheng Ruins".

It is full of descendants of the banner people, and the taste of the people in the capital is not much different from the taste.

However, Hong Yanwu and the others did not eat the peasant meals made by others. Hong Yanwu's crooked idea was to spend five yuan to buy two chickens from his fellow countrymen, as well as some corn and potatoes. and two bottles of "earth roast".

They took matters into their own hands, disemboweling the chickens, plucking their feathers and sprinkling them with salt. Build a bonfire barbecue directly in the courtyard of the house. And the corn and potatoes were put directly into the charcoal fire in the stove.

It's another thing to say if it's delicious or not, anyway, it has a different flavor. It's a bit like playing wild food in Bencheng back then.

The fellows looked fresh, but what they didn't expect was that listening to their nonsense would be more insightful.

A few boys sat down to drink and chat together, and Hong Yanwu took the lead in turning on the boring mode.

He deliberately made a sanctimonious appearance.

"We're tired of drinking. Let me ask you a few questions to test your knowledge. What are our four famous novels? What are the four great inventions?What are the four reds; What are the four hards?What are the four whites?What are the four blacks?What are the four proud?What are the four unlucky?......

After one or two well-known answers were denied, Chen Liquan shook his head and said he didn't know.

Yang Weifan said solemnly, "Don't spoil our culture, tell me what are the answers to the last few of the 'four hards'?"

Sure enough, there is no answer that is not rogue. As soon as Hong Yanwu said, even the fellow who was waiting next to him followed the music.

After drinking this wine in laughter, Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan should resign, and they claimed in the small courtyard of the farmhouse that they would not go back to the dry rest house with Yang Weifan, and would take the bus home directly.

Where can Yang Weifan let them go like this. Instead of asking them to go back with him, he had to contact the head of the car squad to send them in a jeep.

Hong Yanwu was afraid that he would be a small official, and this kind of privilege would make people talk about it, and the impact would not be good. A strong resignation.

But Yang Weifan said, "You pull me down, if you want to talk nonsense again, I can only call my soldiers and set up a card to stop you from the car." The last time my cousin from the platoon leader came to see him, those boys did just that. I almost didn't scare the driver of the truck. If you don't want to be excited, let's do it again......"

Hong Yanwu hurriedly agreed. "Well, let's take the privileges. Even if I accumulate virtue and do good. ”

Yang Weifan also nodded thoughtfully. "That's right, obeying the organizational arrangement is a good comrade......"

After returning to the capital, another day later, "Sugar Heart" called Hong Yanwu on time and informed him to come to help move on Sunday.

I didn't say anything else on the phone, and I was quite happy to listen to the tone. It seems that I have really found a place.

This surprised Hong Yanwu a little. He was a little curious, but he was too embarrassed to ask, thinking about where to live, and he would know that day anyway. We'll see when the time comes.

In this way, on the afternoon of May 13, Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan pedaled a three-wheeled car to the compound of "Meizhu Xiejie" on time and began to help "Tang Xin'er" move things.

"Sugar Heart" is not bad for money, and there are many neighbors in the miscellaneous yard who send old objects, and they also throw a lot of them.

In the end, there really wasn't much that came out. It's all small items in cardboard boxes, and the big ones take away the TV and the refrigerator. The two cars just came to rest. Under her guidance, Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan pedaled to Chang'an Avenue.

Where are they going?

Hey, isn't it the "Qifenglou Hutong" on Dongdan North Street. The small courtyard left by "Sister Dog" for "Sugar Heart".

At this time, it is time for the "Taiping Flower" to bloom again. The two "Taiping Flowers" in the corner of the courtyard are blooming again, white and fragrant.

It's just that compared with the past, the vines and plants in the courtyard are gone, only a few still grow in the corner of the wall of the east wing, and there are still gorgeous and enchanting trumpet flowers with gold edges.

Hong Yanwu, who moved things to the courtyard, was completely convinced.

Because recently, he has learned a lot about the old house through the repair of the old house. It is easy to distinguish that this should be a cross-courtyard that is forcibly separated from the courtyard of the "Guangliang Gate" next to it.

And just by the shape of the "Guangliang Gate" and the surviving ornaments such as the finches and the three clouds on the door, we know that this mansion was not only a high-ranking official's mansion back then, but also more than three grades.

Can such a house be bad?

What's even more surprising is that the inside of the house is actually better than expected. The foreign furnishings in the hall of the north room are exquisite, rich but not tacky, giving people the feeling of being in the Shanghai Ocean House in the old movie.

If it were to make a movie, it would be suitable to show the corruption and degeneration of the exploiting class in the old society, which was 10,000 times stronger than the man-made set.

Chen Liquan is particularly interested in the old gramophone in the corner. I couldn't help but pick up those vinyl records and look at them one by one.

Listening to "Sugar Heart" say that he can play music just by putting the record in the gramophone, he wonders what is going on. said that I often watch it in movies, but I have never seen it.

Seeing him like this, "Sugar Heart" put one on him.

As the stylus glides across the black film, the whirling golden voice sings the moving melody of decades ago.

"The clouds are scattered, the bright moon shines on people, the reunion is happy, and today is the most. Clear and shallow ponds, mandarin ducks playing in the water, red clothes and green covers, and Tillian open. Both pairs are right, love and love, this garden wind blows towards the good flowers......"

The song "The Full Moon is Good" is like someone plucking out people's ears and eyes with goose feathers, which touches people's feelings and shows the charm of prosperity and dreams in the old days.

Chen Liquan slowly sat down on the rocking chair beside him, and soon listened.

Hong Yanwu lit a cigarette and poured out a faint smoke. Then he deliberately winked at the "sugar heart" standing against the wall.

Of course, "Sugar Heart" understood what it meant, instantly blushed her cheeks, shook her head slightly, and only smiled at Hong Yanwu with affection.

In the sunlight shining through the glass, the edges of her face and skin were reflected in a white fluorescent, outlining the whole person more delicately.

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