Chapter 67

Although the quality of the domestic piano cannot be compared with the top piano in Europe, the sound is really loud! Coupled with Zhang Xiaodong's passionate singing, from the door of the Duomi piano store to the east 200 meters, to the west 200 meters, only someone passing by all heard!!

There were more and more people at the door of the Domi Piano Shop, and it looked like there were already hundreds of people! There were young people, clenched into fists, their faces resolute and excited. There are children, with a resolute face, and the small heart is full of courage and fearless fire. There were also a few old people with tears of excitement and pride in their eyes.

The whole majestic melody spreads out like waves from the Domi piano shop. The listener stops and smells the surging.

"Defend the Yellow River, Defend North China, Defend the !!! of the whole of China" As Zhang Xiaodong's fingers finally fell heavily, the curtain finally came to an end on the chorus of the Yellow River. At this time, Zhang Xiaodong's heart was also surging, and he was also infected! At the same time, this was the first time he used the third layer of five-finger magic sound in his playing, moisturizing things silently! In the process of playing, Zhang Xiaodong added his own emotions, which are also the emotions of this song. A strong sense of national pride and identity! There is also a strong and unyielding Chinese spirit!

The sound of the piano has stopped, but Zhang Xiaodong's mood is still a little surging. I don't know when, but the applause rang out. From the old Song, to the young people, the old and the children who stopped outside the door. There were also the girls in the glass wall opposite, and the children who were learning the piano!!Especially the old man who looked to be in his eighties at the door, clapping his hands and his eyes were already wet.

The applause lasted a long time. "Good!!" "Well done!!" many people shouted excitedly. When Zhang Xiaodong saw that there were still a few old people at the door, and even one of them was probably over eighty years old, with tears of excitement on his face. Zhang Xiaodong got up lightly and bowed to the people at the door. "Thank you!!"

"Good boy, you sing well, you sing well!!" the eighty-year-old man choked up and walked in as he spoke. Although the old man was still a child, the scene at that time is still vivid. How many Chinese sons and daughters have gone forward to succeed each other, and how many comrades-in-arms have not even left their names after they died.

"Decades have passed, times have changed. Old man, I thought that you young people had forgotten the hard years, the unforgettable history, and the things your ancestors did for you. The old man moistened his eyes and continued, "For my old comrades-in-arms, for your ancestors, for them are not worth it, for them are not worth it! Because their children and grandchildren have forgotten them, they have forgotten their roots! They have forgotten how they came to be today! They have been exchanged for countless blood and lives!" The old man's steps were a little difficult, although there were tears in his eyes, but his eyes were very firm!

"When I heard this song today, the old man knew, no! There are still young people who remember! I remember that countless predecessors have gone forward for your happiness today, and they regard death as home!" Gripping Zhang Xiaodong's hand tightly, the old man said excitedly.

"Thank you, thank you, young man! It was you who made me and these young children re-appreciate how difficult it was back then, and how unyielding the backbone of our Chinese people was back then!

"Don't cry, old man, we haven't forgotten. Brothers and sisters, they haven't forgotten, grandpa, don't cry......" A little girl of seven or eight years old ran over, tugging at the corner of the old man's clothes and crying.

"Okay, okay, grandpa knows, grandpa knows!! Don't cry, good boy. Looking at the little girl who was crying, the old man felt distressed for a while, and hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of the little girl's eyes with his hand. "Let's stop crying, okay, old man," the girl also reached out to wipe the old man's tears.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaodong's tears could no longer be controlled, and he gently supported the old man, "Old man, don't worry! We haven't forgotten, none of us have forgotten!!"

"Yes, grandpa, we haven't forgotten!!We haven't forgotten!!!" said the students around the university, everyone with red eyes and choked up.

"Okay!good!good!!!It's good if you haven't forgotten, it's good if you haven't forgotten!!" The old man patted Zhang Xiaodong's hand gently, "Good boy, you are all good children!!

Looking at this group of young people in their prime, the old man gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and a smile and relief appeared on his face.

A group of young people were encouraged, and the old man was ready to leave. "Old man, I'll send you back!" Seeing the old man's hands trembling excitedly, Zhang Xiaodong was a little uneasy. After all, he is an eighty-something.

The old man wanted to refuse, but when he saw the worry in Zhang Xiaodong's eyes, his crying red eyes, and his hand holding him gently, "Okay, okay!!" The other young people at the door wiped away their tears and hurriedly took the initiative to make way for them. The old man's speed was very slow, and Zhang Xiaodong gently supported him very patiently.

At this time, the girl who taught the children the piano also came out of the training room, her eyes red. His hand brushed the piano played by Zhang Xiaodong, as if he was still reminiscing about the melody just now. looked up at Zhang Xiaodong's back again, with a warm smile on his face.

"Teacher, do you say that what your uncle sang just now, and what your grandfather said is true? Are there really so many people who sacrifice for our happy life now? Are there really Japanese devils bullying us?" a little boy who was learning the piano came out and asked the girl.

The girl nodded lightly, "It's true! What the uncle and grandfather said is true! Our life now is not easy to come by, so you should cherish it." Do you know that you will work hard to serve the motherland in the future?" the girl touched the little boy's head and said softly.

"Yes, I will study hard and serve the motherland when I grow up. I'm not going to let anyone bully our country's ......"

Outside the door, Zhang Xiaodong helped the old man and walked out of a distance. However, Zhang Xiaodong didn't notice that at the same time as they walked out of the piano shop, a somewhat sturdy man with red eyes also retreated from the door, and after getting into a black Audi, the man kept following Zhang Xiaodong and the old man, unhurried.

The old man did not speak until he had walked about a mile or so, and came to a corner. "Alright boy, just send me here. As he spoke, the old man sat down on a public seat on the side of the road, "I'm almost home." Stay in a minute, my kids will come and pick me up. ”

"This??" Zhang Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked around to see that there were no residences around. "Old man, how can this be done? I don't feel at ease to leave you here alone! Where is your child's home? I'll take a taxi to take you back!" Zhang Xiaodong said. I thought that the old man's home was very close, but I didn't expect to walk a mile and not arrive yet.

"Not really. Thank you, child!" said the old man with a kind smile. "Look, my kid is coming to pick me up. Pointing behind him, a black sedan drove up and quickly stopped in front of the two. A stout man in his thirties stepped out of the car. When the man walked over, he also looked at Zhang Xiaodong twice, his expression was a little complicated, and his eyes were still red.

Zhang Xiaodong didn't observe so carefully. However, seeing the old man's family coming, Zhang Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Xiaodong's expression was all looking at the old man's eyes, and the old man nodded lightly, with a hint of a smile on his face.

"Okay, I'll rest assured, so you can go home quickly. I'm also taking a taxi back, let's see the old man later, you can't be so excited in the future, pay attention to your body. Bye-bye!"

Saying that, Zhang Xiaodong wanted to go to the other side of the road, but the old man spoke at this time, "Young man, I haven't asked you what your name is?

At the mention of this, Zhang Xiaodong became interested, and even changed his title, "Uncle! I'm a singer! Dudu knows? It's the Internet! It's not the fishing net." Yes, on the Internet, I sing on the Internet! Everyone calls me Zhang Xiaodong, the king of East China singers!"

The old man didn't want to laugh, but in the end he laughed, and even the man with a stern face next to him laughed.

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