At the end of August, Xuanzhou was still firmly grasping the tail of summer, the sun was in the sky, the sky was cloudless, and in the Blue Island Cafe, Dianyi held his chin in one hand and stirred the spoon in his hand with the other, looking at the Zhongxi Grand Theater across the street through the glass window.

Today is Qixi Festival, a festival for couples, originally he had prepared everything, but because of a small negligence, he can now only sit here alone and drink coffee.

Of course, this is not the most uncomfortable, the most infuriating thing is to see him sitting alone in a daze, and the waiter at the café actually kindly placed a teddy bear on the chair opposite him.

Looking at the innocent eyes of the Ragdoll Bear, Dianyi really wanted to tell this little guy that it had run to the wrong set, first of all, this is not Haidilao, and secondly, he is not a single dog!

Time passed little by little in the boring waiting of one person and one bear, and after tasting the most bitter charcoal coffee and espresso in the store, Dianyi found that the sense of taste can really affect a person's mood, at least, the bitter taste in his mouth made him temporarily forget the five flavors in his heart.

"Well, I don't know what Mofan is doing now, what if she cries as sadly as she did yesterday?"

Stirring the spoon in his hand, looking at the sentry box outside the door of the Zhongxi Grand Theater, Dianyi sighed with some concern, he knew that Su Mofan was a more emotional girl, and this soft and weak character could just arouse the strong desire to protect in his heart.

Outside the theater, the ceremony was full of thoughts, just as he was drinking bitter coffee and sighing Su Mofan's tears, in the theater, the girl was happily standing in front of her seat, her hands raised above her head, and she beat excitedly to the rhythm of the music.

At this moment, the main hall of the concert had already fallen into a frenzy, and I saw the whole audience standing there, clapping their hands, while following Shen Yiran's voice, singing in unison:

"Uncle Li (bai) wants to be the Red Army, and the Red Army doesn't want that uncle, because Uncle Li's ass is big, and it is easy for devils to find targets..."

That's right, the song that everyone is singing is the E-grade music card "Uncle Li Wants to Be a Red Army" that Shen Yiran drew from the game earlier.

The vast majority of E-rated music is highly entertaining works, perhaps from an artistic point of view, this kind of works are difficult to get into the eyes of some critics, but they all have a common quality, that is, they can drive the audience's emotions, provoke the atmosphere of the scene, the simple melody, catchy lyrics, like a refreshing medicine, make people feel happy, can't stop.

"Uncle Li went on a mission and came halfway up the mountain, because Uncle Lee's ass was big, and the devil found the target..."

Playing the guitar, Shen Yiran glanced at Gu Qiu who was standing aside, maybe at the beginning, the song fight between the two was so that Bai Yao could make a choice to favor one side, but with a few songs, this kind of competition gradually evolved into a competitive competition between the two musicians.

Who's got more works, who's got a wider singing path, who's got a faster response, and who's performance is more recognized by the audience?

In the eyes of ordinary people, such a competition seems a little naïve, but as far as the two people on the stage are concerned, no one is willing to fall behind, from the mutual demolition of the song titles to the direct collision of the song content, one is the Mesozoic superstar, the other is the new generation of newcomers, maybe no one realizes that in this unremarkable concert, the showdown between the two eras of the Han music scene is being staged.

"Uncle Li ran away when he carried the dog, and the devil came up with two bayonets, and for the sake of the revolution and the party, Uncle Li died honorably..."

Listening to Shen Yiran sing here, the audience couldn't help laughing, and the image of a big-ass old uncle seemed to emerge in front of their eyes, but this image was very different from the magnificent Red Army in their memory.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand audiences, and when the vast majority of people were amused by this song, there were a few older audience members sitting in positions with serious faces, and Peng Kai was one of them.

As a music critic, although he likes Shen Yiran very much, there is only one question in his mind at this time:

"Is it really good to make fun of those martyrs who sacrificed for the revolutionary cause?"

He doesn't like to be more serious, but looking at the smiles on the faces of those young people at the scene, for some reason, he feels very uncomfortable, just before this song, he also thought that Shen Yiran would be a rising star in the Han music scene, but after listening to this song, such a song that sacrifices the blood of the past to entertainment, he suddenly wants to retract his previous evaluation, in his opinion, some things are not suitable for entertainment.

Just when Peng Kai was thinking about whether he should go to the jujube core network to express some critical views on this song, he only heard the originally cheerful rhythm suddenly fall silent, and in the trembling strings, a commentary came from the lyrics:

"The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door, and the swallow mud has fallen and sunk, I hope you are the guest in your heart, not the foolish person who is nothing more than nothing..."

As soon as the voice came out, Peng Kai, who had a straight face before, instantly softened, and the corners of his eyes were a little more moist unconsciously.

"I don't want to be famous, Mr. Wang, don't live up to me..."

Like Peng Kai, the originally serious-faced audience in the concert hall suddenly soothed a lot after hearing the lyrics in the middle of the song, and then they all applauded spontaneously.

Because it was not until this moment that they realized that this song was not entertaining history and scandalizing the martyrs at all, but telling all the listeners that most of the comrades who participated in the revolution back then were ordinary people, maybe a cripple like Uncle Li, maybe clumsy in his gestures, or silently sacrificed on the battlefield.

But please don't laugh at them, don't make fun of them, in today's peaceful era, please be a grateful person, because revolutionary martyrs like Uncle Li may not have much ability, and may even have physical disabilities, but they join the army, and their sacrifice is not for fame, just like the lyrics in the commentary, Mr. Wang, you must not live up to me.

"For the sake of the revolution and the party, Uncle Li died honorably..."

The applause lasted for a long time in the concert hall, and after the song was over, the audience still sang the last lyrics repeatedly, until Shen Yiran on the stage made a pause gesture, and the scene was completely quiet.

"Thank you, thank you, I won't say much about the extra words, so please ask Uncle Qiu to continue to help me guide and guide. ”