In short, on this day, everything was warm and normal. Everyone has their own responsibilities and is very happy.

In the evening, there is no doubt about it, it is a potluck. Of course, Qi Mengyan and I didn't dare to drink more, but drove to various squadrons to express condolences and send congratulatory messages for the Spring Festival.

At around half past eight, the internal Spring Festival Gala, which had been brewing for a long time, finally officially kicked off.

The auditorium of the brigade headquarters accommodates more than 1,500 people, except for the team members on duty and the emergency personnel on duty, the people of the Wangjing Brigade have already arrived. Moreover, the company's headquarters also sent Qiao Ling over to supervise the viewing.

The party was hosted by Qi Mengyan and a handsome team leader, Qi Mengyan wore a gorgeous and Yongrong red dress, which almost shocked everyone.

Lighting and sound, alternating variations, the programs are carried out in an orderly manner one by one, but Qi Mengyan has undoubtedly become the most popular out-of-print beauty at this Spring Festival Gala.

The applause thundered again and again, and Qiao Ling, who was sitting with me, couldn't help but applaud many times, and praised from time to time: "Enough level! Your programs are comparable to the CCTV Spring Festival Gala! It seems that you are quite talented in this regard, senior brother!"

I pinched my nose and smiled, "Don't praise me, it's easy to be proud." Besides, this is not my credit, it was done by Political Commissar Qi! Qi Mengyan is a treasure of our brigade, and she is very literary and artistic. If you don't accept it, you can't. ”

Qiao Ling smiled: "Humble enough, you!"

I said, "I've always been humble!"

It can be said that at the party scene, the atmosphere was quite good, and the enthusiasm of all the team members was vividly stimulated, and many people couldn't help but whistle and praise and cheer, and almost every program won full applause.

And the real finale is still to come.

At halftime, it was no longer Qi Mengyan and the handsome guy who appeared on the stage together, the male host came out alone, and the audience was silent.

The male host held the program list and announced: "Below, please enjoy the political commissar of the brigade, Qi Mengyan's female solo: Dream Drifting Snow." ”

In fact, the song Dream Piaoxue is Qi Mengyan's original. At that time, during the rehearsal, I heard that the melody was very beautiful and the lyrics were quite moving. I have to admit that Qi Mengyan is a rare talented woman, and her attainments in literature and art are very profound!

And when Qi Mengyan wore a shining performance costume and appeared on stage, the world was boiling!

She is like a diva-level star, radiant and extraordinary. Holding the microphone in your hand adds a bit of special sexiness. The pretty face with makeup, under the illumination of the light, reflects a special brilliance, the slender figure, the plump chest, and the beautiful curve, all of which are shocking and beautiful.

The cheers and shouts continued until Qi Mengyan stopped in the center of the stage, and in the melodious stage soundtrack, began to sing softly: Dream of snow, snow flying from the sky, raise me, vain sad dreamer, toast with me, you know, I have broken my heart for you

Her sweet and resentful voice made the whole party scene immersed in a special touch, and it was silent for a long time.

People want to believe that this is the sound of nature, and this is the most beautiful melody in the world.

Her singing, accompanied by her light dancing, expressed the beauty of music to the fullest, and many team members couldn't help but stand up, applaud her, shout for her, and go crazy for her.

Music is the most intoxicating and inspiring. That's why those singers are so favored. And around us, among these simple people, there are also Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons, capable people. Qi Mengyan is an example, and my dream is also an example.

Qiao Ling was also intoxicated by Qi Mengyan's singing, she glanced at me incredulously, and said while applauding lightly: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that Qi Mengyan's voice is even better than those stars singing." ”

I smiled and nodded, "Of course." Our commissar is not an ordinary person!"

But in fact, in this almost worshipful atmosphere, a cool air suddenly welled up on my back.

At the same time, my heart thumped!

Because I remember, a lot of scenes. About the scene of Yumon.

It's very similar, it's very similar, it's a very subtle effect! Because when you first performed on the stage, it was just like Qi Mengyan, which aroused everyone's resonance and worship.

For a moment, I was once again immersed in the memories. There is a special worry that springs to my heart and lingers.

And when I looked at the stage again, I froze!

To be precise, at this moment, I suddenly felt that the person on the stage was not Qi Mengyan, but a dream that haunted me.

Her every move is deeply imprinted in my mind, and it is extremely clear.

Looking at the goddess dancing and singing sweetly on the stage, I couldn't help but silently recite Yume's name, and even had many, many hallucinations.

Qiao Ling noticed my gaffe, touched my arm, and asked me, "What's the matter, senior brother, what is this?"

I shuddered and said, "No, it's nothing. I rubbed my temples, took out my phone almost dementedly, and searched the text message inbox over and over again, but I didn't find the one from Yumeng for a long time. In other words, You Meng didn't send a text message at all, but during the Spring Festival, she didn't even send a text message! The cruelty of reality reminded me of the foreigner named Mai Borui, could it be that You Meng really carried me on his back and flew away with that foreigner? Could it be that what Zhang Dengqiang said was true? A series of complicated imaginations occupied my mind, lingering, and I felt so chaotic in my heart.

With these thoughts, when I looked at Qi Mengyan on the stage again, the dream became clearer. Yumeng is the darling on the stage, and every time she performs a show, it seems that she is writing a legend. On stage, no one is more popular than her, and no one is more beautiful than her voice and dancing. Yumeng is not only the legend of my Zhao Long's life, but also the legend of the entire Secret Service. I once stood on stage with her, sang for my comrades in the Secret Service, I wrote the tune with her, and composed a wonderful song called I Send Lovesickness to Mingyue. But now, my dear one, where?

When Qi Mengyan's solo came to an end, I said to Qiao Ling: "Instructor Qiao, if you are not with you, I will go to the bathroom first." ”

Qiao Ling suddenly grabbed my arm and said, "I'll go too, I'll go too." ”

I'm ashamed. But he nodded slightly.

In the darkness, we explored and walked out of the auditorium, which had a bathroom outside it, but it was already crowded with the members who had come to patronize.

I heard a lot of people talking about Qi Mengyan's singing voice, beauty and sexiness. After watching Qi Mengyan's performance, everyone simply worshiped her as the goddess of music, dancing with her and resonating with her spirits.

"Political Commissar Qi's singing is really good! What are those stars, our Political Commissar Qi is a truly powerful singer. sings well, looks beautiful, and if you enter the entertainment industry, you can definitely overshadow Faye Wong and surpass Chen Huilin. Become the next diva!"

"Have you found it, there is a mole on the thigh of the political commissar Qi, a mole on the beautiful legs!"

"Xiao'er, people are so far away from you, can you see it? Don't spread rumors, be careful of being heard by Political Commissar Qi and deduct your salary. ”

"I brought a miniature telescope with me today! Haha, I can see it very clearly. Political Commissar Qi's performance simply made waves in my heart, and my admiration for her has risen to the top level! My God! Her singing voice is more natural than heaven, and her sexy body is so wonderful and shocking!"

"By the way, does Political Commissar Qi already have a boyfriend?"

"You don't know yet, Commissar Qi and Team Zhao"

Five or six members of the 3rd Squadron gathered together and spat and talked about it, and they didn't even notice my approach. It wasn't until one of them mentioned Qi Mengyan and me that he consciously scanned it and finally discovered my existence.

The gossip suddenly stopped, and several team members looked at me with embarrassed expressions and said hello.

I deliberately put on a leadership posture and taught them: "Don't discuss it here if it's okay, make a fuss about nothing." The show has begun, hurry up and enter the auditorium!"

The team members hugged their heads and ran around, and one of them complained softly: It's boring, it's boring. After listening to the song of Political Commissar Qi, the aftermath lingers, how can I have the leisure to watch other programs

I stood at the door of the bathroom, looking at the team members who came to the toilet and returned. This scene is also so familiar and so clear. I remember that a few years ago, after Yumeng performed the Spring Festival Gala, everyone worshiped and talked about her in the same way

At this time, Qiao Ling came out of the women's bathroom, smiled at me, and waved his hand: "Go in, continue to enjoy the show." ”

I smiled and said, "You go in first, I'll call home." ”

Qiao Ling nodded and entered the hall of the auditorium lightly.

I thoughtfully walked out of the auditorium, and the security guard on duty at the door greeted me: Hello Captain Zhao!

I laughed and said, "Good work." ”

The security guard on duty said: "The show inside is very exciting, I am listening outside, and many people are applauding." ”

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, we will have a show in a while for you players on duty to watch." ”

The security guard on duty said excitedly: "Really, so for a while, we can also watch the party for a while?"

I nodded, "yes." Everyone has a share. ”

After saying that, I stepped down the steps and heard the security guard on duty laughing heartily and excitedly.

My heart was touched, yes, for these simple and kind migrant workers, a Spring Festival Gala and a small program can make them excited. What they hope for may not be a generous bonus, but a little fun and comfort after work.

I walked to a corner, listened vigilantly to the movements, then pulled out my phone and dialed Yume's mobile number.

"Your call is on a call, please call again later"