At this moment, countless soldiers across the country who are sticking to their posts and have families who are unable to return are singing hoarsely in front of the TV set in the army classroom.

At this time, in a gloomy rental house in the United States, filled with the smell of drunken wine and unknown smells after a hangover, clothes were stacked randomly, Wang Gang sat on his knees and looked at the infinite scenery on TV with red eyes, holding a bottle of brandy in one hand, he fell to this point today thanks to the man in front of him, his father suffered in the deep cage, his mother was alone in the face of endless white eyes and meanness, and he was forced to stay away from his homeland, struggling in this strange land, he didn't consider his own reasons at all, and attributed all this to Zhengji。

He hates political discipline, hates why he can't spare his family, hates why he can't raise his noble hand when he and his father go to intercede, during this time in the United States, he is not familiar with life, he does not understand the language, and the money he brings is defrauded by others, he can only barely rely on picking up garbage to survive, looking at his hands that have gradually become rough, how can he have suffered like this! He once vowed to get ahead in the United States, and sooner or later he would go back to Zhengji to take revenge, but now in this situation, not to mention revenge, even whether he can survive is a question, and that man still appeared on the Spring Festival Gala with infinite scenery, Wang Gang became more and more angry, and threw the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, "pop" It shattered to the ground, and after a while, the landlord's angry shouts and dialect slang that he didn't understand came from outside the door, and he didn't have to listen to it, he just scolded him, and he seemed to be deaf, staring at the screen, as if he wanted to imprint the man on the TV in his heart.

Masaki sang again with the music, at this moment he was no longer nervous at all, on the one hand, because of familiarity, but on the other hand, it was the same song that infected him, at this moment he was ambitious, showing unprecedented masculinity, raising his hand, throwing all his feet were full of momentum, after experiencing the initial shock to the song, people's attention at the moment returned to Masaki's body, who is this young man? Who is the author of this song? Why can he stand on this stage? One by one, questions arise in the hearts of people in front of the TV, knowing the background of political discipline, they naturally become the protagonists, proudly introducing the deeds of political discipline to the people around them, and the hotline of CCTV was even more exploded, and countless calls poured into it, and asked about the identity of political discipline, some expressed their feelings, and even asked whether Zhengji was married and whether he had a girlfriend, which made the operator in front of the hotline cry and laugh.

It is foreseeable that after this night, Zhengji will be a god overnight!

With the end of the music, Masaki also retreated from the stage in front of the audience in front of the TV, but the applause in the field did not stop, and it lasted for more than a minute.

"Huh, Xiao Zheng sings so well, I didn't see that he still has such a hand before", in Yuanping's hometown, Zheng Xueyi looked at Zheng Ji who gradually withdrew from the stage with a slightly red face and said, this is caused by emotional agitation.

"Is my brother's show over like this? It's so exciting, but I really want to watch it again", Xiaotong said with some regret in his tone.

"It's over, so he's on his way home now?" But Li Xuemei thought differently from everyone else, she was thinking about when her son would come back.

"It's so late, I hope Xiao Zheng is safe on the road, don't be anxious", Zheng Xueping glanced at the clock, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes and said.

"Congratulations to Masaki," "It's really good to sing Xiao Zheng", as soon as he walked out of the studio, the rest of the artists in the background greeted Masaki with a blessed face, they knew that after tonight, he was going to be on fire! Masaki was also very polite to respond one by one, all of the people present were all big names, all of them were his predecessors, no matter which one was picked out, the current achievements were probably above him.

"Singing very well, singing the hearts of the heroes of the older generation", at this time, an indifferent female voice reached the ears of Zhengji, which shocked Zhengji, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the graceful and luxurious woman in his thirties.

"Thank you for the compliment," Masaki nodded, and said humbly, but his heart was no longer calm, if he was not mistaken, this woman was the future mother of the country!

The woman nodded and said, "If you have time to communicate together, you wrote this song too."

"Well, I created it some time ago," Masaki said, nodding.

"Majestic, magnificent, a very good song, come on, I'm very optimistic about you", Peng Liyuan said with a smile.

"Well, I'll try," Masaki looked at the woman in front of him, fate is indeed a very magical thing, who would have thought that in a few years, she would reach that level.

returned to the empty rest room, Na Ying said goodbye to him and went home for a reunion after the show, looked at his watch, at half past nine, Zhengji changed out of the military uniform prepared by the program team, put on his black coat, took out the ticket from his pocket, took off at half past ten, the target was Taiyuan, the time was still too late, Zhengji no longer hesitated, put on a hat and prepared sunglasses, carried two bags of luggage, and walked towards the outside of the building.

Masaki, who walked out of the building, felt a chill, and his face also felt a little bit of coolness, and when he looked up, he found that in the dark night sky, at some point, it began to flutter and snowflakes, and a thin layer of white sand had been laid on the ground, and the street was silent, and only the rustle of the wind blowing through the branches could be heard.

Masaki suddenly patted his head, he forgot an important thing, he didn't drive! The airport is also some distance away from here, and if he walks, there is no doubt that he will miss his flight.

Just when Zhengji was a little helpless, there was a new car light at the end of the road, and then a few taxis gradually drove to this side, Zhengji saw this, and his heart was happy, this is simply a charcoal in the snow! He stretched out his hand without hesitation and waved it to signal that he wanted to take a taxi.

Several cars slowly stopped beside Zhengji, Zhengji was about to get into the front car, but the window rolled down, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, he glanced at Zhengji, made a gesture to the rear car and shouted: "The third child, you pull this customer, I and Lao Ma and Lao Wang will go to the front and wait."

"Okay, Brother Li, thank you very much", the man called the third child hit the car in front of Zhengji and motioned for Zhengji to get into the car.

Masaki put the luggage in his hand in the back seat, sat in the co-pilot's seat and said, "Master, go to the airport, can you arrive within half an hour?"

"No problem, sit tight, let's go now", the honest-looking man nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the airport.

At this time, Zhengji's mobile phone rang, and when he answered the phone, it was Song Yu's crisp voice: "Zhengji, your show is over, where are you now? The old man wants you to come to his house for the New Year."

Masaki was slightly stunned, thinking of his parents at home, he must spend the first Spring Festival with his parents since he crossed over, he shook his head and said: "Say sorry to me and the old man, I am on the way to the airport now, and I am going to rush home with my parents overnight."

There was a slight silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Song Yu's somewhat disappointed voice came: "So that's the case, indeed, it's time to join the group with your parents for the New Year, then I won't keep you, I will tell grandpa, you still have to pay attention to safety on the way, say hello to my uncle and aunt for me, and wish you a happy Spring Festival in advance!"

"Thank you, I also wish you all the best for the Spring Festival, say hello to the old man for me, and I will come to the old man and you as soon as possible in the coming year", Masaki said with a smile, his heart warm.

"Well, I'll bring your words, besides, congratulations, this performance is a success, I won't bother you to hurry, let's talk", Song Yu said in a sweet voice.

"Well, let's talk back", Masaki nodded and hung up the phone.

"Girlfriend?" The driver's master, Yu Guang, glanced at Masaki and asked with a smile.

"No, a good friend," Masaki said, shaking his head.

"I guess you must have been working at the Spring Festival Gala, right?" asked the driver with a smile and tentatively.

Masaki was slightly stunned, puzzled in his heart, and asked, "How do you know?"

The driver said with a smile: "That road is the location of Yanjing TV, at this time of year, there are no people on the street, only that street will have people during this time period, most of them are actors or staff who participated in the Spring Festival Gala, rushing home, or rushing to take a plane, our brothers will go there to pick up people at this time every year, maybe you can meet stars."

"I see," Masaki nodded in realization.

"But then again, why do you want to stay open on this special day and not rest during the New Year?" asked Masaki curiously.

Hearing Zhengji's question, a trace of pain and sadness flashed in the driver's eyes, and after thinking about it, he said depressedly: "My wife is sick, uremia, I run one day less, I have one less day of dialysis money, she has paid too much for me, even if I don't sleep, I have to cure her, my buddies know the situation of my family, and they will let me take over all the businesses first."

Zhengji's heart was shocked, he didn't expect to get such a reason, his heart was slightly sour, in this family reunion, the happy days of the Qi family, but there are still people struggling on the edge of life and death, in this snowflake night, how many people are similar to him?