Among the families present, the second generation of red first toasted to the eldest Li Desheng, wishing him a happy New Year. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Then the second generation of red began to toast each other with their own cups, followed by the third generation, Shao Gong and Han Jian got up to toast to the elders present, but Han Jian kept thinking about competing with Shao Gong in his heart.

When she drank the wine in the cup, in order to enliven the atmosphere, automatic Qingying should play a song, looking at the little girl eager to try, many people can know that this girl has been a musical wizard since she was a child, at the age of six she joined the Xuzhou Children's Choir, began to receive art education, laid a good foundation for the singing career, and won the title of the top ten singers in the province during the period. Later, after leaving the choir, she participated in singing competitions at all levels in the province and the country one after another, and won many awards.

Now this girl automatically wants to sing a song, how can the elders not applaud, after she automatically asked for help, many people have already applauded. What's more, some of the musical instruments in the villa were moved out, and many of them had their wives as literary and artistic soldiers, so they naturally came to the singers to play, and the heart was in the New Year, all for fun and celebration.

As Han Yan said hello to the orchestra, she picked up the microphone and sang Xu Ruyun's "I Have a Dream", whose tone is beautiful and contains a trace of sadness in it, which can be described as a perfect imitation, but she added some personal feelings to it, and formed a unique style.

As this song was sung, everyone couldn't help but be a little immersed in the artistic conception brought by the tune, as if it was constantly sung along with the lyrics and walked into a story.

As the final tune came to an end, Han Yan bowed to the elders present, looked at Shao Gong with slightly provocative eyes, and said, "Someone seems to say that he is the ace singer, so our ace singer, how does my sister sing this song!!"

For this eldest sister, Shao Gong smiled and said with a look full of appreciation: "The artistic conception of the style and words is perfectly interpreted, and he adds his own experience and experience to Xu Ruyun's singing style, adding a touch of Jiangnan minor style to this song." sings so well, Sister Jian now has the strength to sign a record company. ”

"Hmph, someone approached me, but I didn't sign a contract. ”

Han Yan said without thinking, but before she could say her next words, Shao Gong said again: "But Sister Jian is still a big gap from professional singers, if you play at the music festival, it's no problem, but if you want to really fight a star in the music industry and become a song queen sought after by thousands of fans, but you lack the penetrating power that diva-level singers don't have, so you still need to improve your strength to go further in the music industry." ”

"Hmph, that's a pretty profound statement, but I don't understand it very well. ”

Han Yan said paranoidly: "Penetrating, do you think I'm singing bullets? Shao Gong helplessly spread his hands and said: "Penetrating power, refers to the power of penetrating the soul, king-level singers singing, often can directly hit the soul of fans, let their singing hook their inner emotions, and fall into the artistic conception and story they want to sing to experience spring, summer, autumn and winter, thousands of red dust in the world, so as to get a kind of soul sublimation, completely captured by themselves." ”

Han Jian listened to those words, and felt very reasonable in his heart, but the expression on his face was extremely unconvinced, and he threw the microphone in his hand to Shao Gong and said, "Saying so much is just saying, if you have the strength, sing it to me." ”

Catching the microphone, Shao Gong said lightly: "I don't like to sing other people's songs, I like to sing my own words, my own songs, and what I want to sing." Then, he walked to the musicians, and said to the elders some words and songs, the pitch of the pitch, the aunts were said by Shaogong, and they immediately comprehended, and after a while, they actually tried to play.

Although the music was intermittent, and the aunts played their own tunes, those tunes were undoubtedly a very atmospheric tune, and some of the people present could hear it.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that the aunts nodded to each other and said to Shaogong, "It's okay." Seeing that they had mastered the tune, Shao Gong said to everyone present: "The kid is not talented, he has always liked to compose lyrics and arrange music, just now I listened to the story that Uncle Li told me, and I occasionally felt that I created a Chinese military soul, and now I sing it to my uncles and uncles. ”

Seeing that this little guy was composing lyrics and music on the spot, a group of people coaxed a little and said: "Sing with confidence, just like you can sing as if you were at home." ”

Hearing this, Shao Gong nodded to the orchestra behind him, and with the sound instrument, a majestic music was suddenly played, the loudest of which was the charge horn, as the horn sounded, Shao Gong's heavy voice sounded: "If the motherland is violated, the hot-blooded man should be self-reliant." Drink this bowl of hometown wine, and the strong man will never return. The rolling Yellow River, the surging Yangtze River, give me life and strength. Let the blood stain the most beautiful flowers on my breast. The red flag flutters, the military horn sounds, the sword has been unsheathed, the thunder and lightning flash, and it has always been the narrow road where the brave wins. "Since I plan to sing it, and I sing it in front of the "Bright Sword" family, this "Chinese Army Soul" can be described as an indispensable song.

"Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward, the red flag flutters, the trumpet sounds, the sword is unsheathed, the thunder and lightning flash, it is always the narrow road where the brave wins. Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward, forward, the soul of the Chinese army!"

Sure enough, with the passionate singing of Shaogong's heavy voice, a sound wave like a sword directly penetrated the body of the people present, and then slowly went towards the most mysterious and unpredictable soul of the human body.

When they thought about where they were, there was already a battlefield in front of them, and countless soldiers in gray cloth were fighting the invaders, some with spears, some with broadswords, some with spears, and some with machine guns.

On a hill in the distance, a trumpeter blew a trumpet. Suddenly, a bullet pierced his chest, and he fell, but the sound of the trumpet did not stop, and his comrades around him picked up the trumpet, and the trumpet of the charge resounded throughout the world again.

As the trumpet sounded, there were also people who rushed towards the enemy with angry eyes, they had a decisive heart in their eyes, and their bodies exuded a terrifying battle intent that made the enemy fearful, this was a pack of wolves, and led them was a tall figure, he held a sharp blade in his hand, constantly rushing and slashing at the front, his sword was a banner, the eyes of a group of wolves, the blade pointed there, there was a roar of a wild beast.

On such a battlefield, whoever has a strong fighting spirit will become the victor. Even in the face of a strong opponent, knowing that he is invincible, he must resolutely show his sword, even if he falls, he must become a mountain, a ridge, a Great Wall of flesh and blood that would rather stand and live than kneel to die, this is the spirit of the bright sword, he shows the soul of the nation, the soul of the Chinese army who swears to defend the homeland.

After singing the song, everyone still sat in their seats for a long time and couldn't wake up from that artistic conception, maybe it wasn't that they couldn't wake up, but they were reluctant to wake up from that fierce war scene. It was the place where their ancestors fought, and there were the figures of their ancestors fighting, and the many unsung heroes who had fallen. Among those people, Han Yan hung his head, closed his eyes, and constantly breathed deeply, as if he was deeply shocked by the war scene in his mind.

However, as time passed, it was Li Desheng who woke up first, as soon as he woke up, he danced a little with his hands, and kept shouting: "Heizi, Ergou, Little Sanzi, big man, martial arts, hurry up with me, the general is in front, rush up to kill devils, kill devils, kill devils!!" The old man was very emotional, but when he came to his senses completely, he found that there was nothing in his hands, no comrades, no battlefield, nothing he knew, no Jin Ge Iron Horse. Yes, it's just his old hands and vicissitudes of life, looking at himself like this, the old man's tears can no longer be suppressed: "General, martial arts, sunspots, two dogs, little three, big guys, you are all gone, all gone, I am the only one in this world, I miss you, I want to be with you, and then go to the battlefield to kill devils!!"

Seeing the old man covering his face in pain, the rest of the people came to their senses, some of them couldn't help but comfort the old man, some sighed for a long time, and some drank wine one by one, hating themselves for being born in the wrong era.

It was the first time for Ouyang Junwei to look at his son so seriously, he really didn't expect that his son had grown up so well. It's no wonder that he insisted on his ideals, and at the same time had the confidence to believe that he could do a good job, so he insisted on it!!But now that the elders were crying, Ouyang Junwei looked at Shao Gong and said: "Uncle Li, don't be too sad, I know that the dead cannot be saved after all, but we can miss them in other ways." ”

"What do you say? ”

As soon as he heard this, Li Desheng raised his head and said: "Can you still let me see them? Seeing those heroic figures, and seeing those relatives who sacrificed their lives to block bullets for their brothers and were willing to shed their blood for the sake of the motherland's tomorrow, they are not brothers, but they are better than brothers?"

"Of course. ”

Shao Gong said with a resolute gaze: "We can make a TV series of the deeds of the martyrs, this TV series is based on some great achievements of General Wang during his lifetime, and the predecessors of our major families are all in it, and the name of my script has been thought of, it is called: Bright Sword, and the spirit of Bright Sword refers to the ancient swordsmen when they meet their opponents in a narrow way, no matter how powerful the opponent is, even if the opponent is the first swordsman in the world, knowing that they are invincible, they must show their swords." Even if you fall under the opponent's sword, you will still be glorious even if you are defeated, this is the spirit of the bright sword. When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. The spirit of the bright sword is a kind of courage, but also a kind of realm, a quality of daring to take responsibility, and a belief that dare to fight and win.

And this is the military soul of our Chinese soldiers, in that era of smoke, no one can see whether the Chinese nation still has a tomorrow era, those ancestors, it is by virtue of this spirit and the bloody nature of dying with the enemy, for us to create a peaceful era. So we can't forget them, we have to use our own methods to record their spirits, and then pass them on. I believe that even if one day we, the recorders, are gone, its image and its spirit, its Chinese military soul that dares to show its sword and will win in battle, will still have successors. ”

"Bright Sword, Bright Sword!! ”

Li Desheng couldn't help nodding, his eyes looked directly at Shao Gong and said: "If you want to make this TV series, everyone here today will do their best to help you, but I just hope that I won't wait too long, I hope to see it before I leave this world, and then go down and tell the old brothers, by the way, tell the martial arts guy that he has a good grandson." ”

"Yes, this is the deeds of our ancestors, and it is a major event connected to our blood. When shooting, Shao Gong speaks, you can use the resources on our troops, you want people, things, money, as long as you shoot, all of us will support you unconditionally. ”

"Yes, fully support, my own children make my own TV series, who does not support my own family, I didn't say it, it's decided. ”

"Thank you uncles, I believe I have the strength to shoot it well. Five years, no, I'll be shooting in three years. ”

Shao Gong held the chair with both hands, looked at the excitement on everyone's faces, and smiled: "Then can we eat, I'm hungry." ”

"Hahaha......"

Shaogong's words made everyone laugh.

Looking at Shao Gong's high-spirited look, Han Yan couldn't help muttering in his heart, "What's the matter! Aren't I going to compare him to him? Why are all the advantages gathered by him in the blink of an eye, is this guy Pixiu? No, Pixiu is a collector of wealth, this guy is a gathering of advantages and popularity, after he came out like this, their pair of newcomers and fathers have basically integrated into their family circles. ”

She heard it really, those uncles and uncles just now already regarded Ouyang Shaogong as their own family.

Ouyang and his son were lively in Li Desheng's house until very late, and Ouyang Junwei was surrounded by everyone to ask for a trick to teach the child, they really wanted to know how Ouyang Junwei cultivated his son so well.

And this topic Ouyang Junwei was very helpless, he had to make it up, saying that he had cultivated his children since he was a child, to have an ideal, and then he continued to water and fertilize this ideal in his growing up, so that he could take root in the hearts of children. In this way, the child can grow up to hold this seedling and pursue his dreams.

Although these words sounded a little reasonable, what Ouyang Junwei said was empty-hearted, and his son's dream was almost buried in his hands. He believed that if Shao Gong went to the army, he would definitely not grow up like this.

The Li family's villa was very large, and there were enough rooms for those present to rest.

After resting in this big villa for a night, the next day everyone was going to disperse, a group of people put their arms around each other's shoulders to say goodbye, and agreed to reunite here next year, and then Han Qiao's mother and daughter also waved goodbye to them and returned to Shanghai.

When he came to the train station, Shao Gong said that he would not go back, in order to realize his dream faster, he had to work hard, and after seeing the Li family's big villa, Shao Gong told his father that when he made a lot of money in the future, he would also buy such a villa, and then take his parents over to live together.

Seeing his son's success, Ouyang Junwei was very pleased and said: "As long as the size of the house is enough to live, the important thing is that people are together to be a family, and they will be happy when they live in it." Dad won't stop you anymore. You don't have to worry about me and your mother at home, and you have to take care of it so that you don't let us worry. ”

Seeing that his son was about to cry, Ouyang Junwei strode onto the train, and after entering the cabin, he found his seat with his back to his son, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

As the train gradually departed, he left the capital with relief and pride.

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