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Roses, roses, red roses for class leaders.

Butterflies fly among the flowers, and peach blossoms are drunk with spring water.

The squad leader's rose, spit fragrant flowers on the windowsill.

A youthful heart is open in the fiery company.

Look at the man's shoulders, and take on a heavy responsibility.

The red rose of the class leader, the flowers bloom beautifully, who is it for?

The red rose of the squad leader, who is she in love with?

The red rose of the squad leader, the lonely fragrance is not sad?

Red Rose, squad leader, who did you give your romance to?"

The singing voice is clear and sonorous, which is completely different from the tactfulness and sweetness of women, but it is far from the roughness of men......

Hua Muhan unexpectedly stared at the generous boy standing under the tree, looked at her clear eyes, looked at the smile on her face that was always overflowing, trying to read her mind and figure out her true intentions.

Dusty was completely attracted by this strange song, he thought that he had seen the world, heard the best music in the world, but never fascinated him as much as he did now.

The powerful rhythm made his blood accelerate, as if he had regained something that had long been lost......

When Chang Ting sang this military song in Qingsang language, he naturally replaced those sensitive words with words with similar meanings, but the tune was still the same.

"Roses, roses, red roses for the squad leader.

Roses, roses, red roses for class leaders.

The colorful clouds chase the moon and fly, opening the hearts of the soldiers.

Touching the red rose, the squad leader left tears.

A strong heart also has tenderness like water.

Shoulder the responsibility of a soldier and guard the magnificence of the country.

The squad leader's red rose long, in the barracks it does not regret.

The red rose of the squad leader is open once with affection and righteousness.

The red rose of the squad leader, love in the heart it does not wither.

The squad leader's red rose, it's the most beautiful!"

It is indeed a good song that mentions the spirit, and the eyes of Hua Muhan and Chenyan are flashing with similar light, and the boiling blood completely drives away the residual sleepiness.

Chang Ting closed his voice, stood there with a sweet smile, and asked the two of them with great anticipation, "How is it, do I sing well?"

There was silence, and both the master and servant looked at her expressionlessly, not saying good or bad.

Changting swallowed dryly, feeling very embarrassed. No, doesn't it mean that the classics will never go out of style?

The figure in the window flickered and disappeared.

The little smoker, who was standing on the stone steps carrying a wooden basin, also turned around and went back to his room.

Changting was stunned for a while, before he raised his hand and touched her throat.

This body is exactly the same as her original one, and its appearance and organs are no different from those when she was thirteen years old, even twins cannot be like this, it is simply a legendary clone. She is very confident in her voice, although she doesn't dare to be cheeky and say it's natural, but it won't scare the audience away, right?

There, before entering the military academy, the extracurricular tutoring arranged by her mother, who is known as the goddess of immortality, was all related to literature and art, what vocal music, body, piano, guzheng, and even the unpopular Ruan Xian and Gong Hou She had learned.

The goddess of immortality once commented from a professional point of view, if she is willing to continue to study, not to be an actor, and to be a singer, she will definitely be able to achieve good results. It is precisely because of this that every time the goddess of immortality sees Baili Xue, she can't help but sigh again and again, and directly targets the "leader", saying that he has led her daughter "astray".

But today's result is really -- it's so shocking!

Chang Ting pursed his lips in embarrassment, and muttered in his heart that the master and servant didn't know how to appreciate it at all. When he raised his eyes, he saw Hua Muhan coming out of the room, holding a bamboo basket in his hand, and walking towards the east unhurriedly.

She wiped a handful of sweat like a little whirlwind, "Where are you going with the basket? ”

Hua Muhan walked leisurely and handed her the bamboo basket in his hand.

Changting took it with great eyes, straddled his arm in a decent way, and turned into a fart in seconds.

"Who did you learn that song from?" There were petals fluttering on Hua Muhan's shoulder, he raised his hand and stroked it gently, his tone was as light as water, and the smile on the corner of his lips was also as light as water.

Chang Ting tilted his head and looked up at his side face, and asked instead of answering, "Is it really hard to hear?"

"It's not hard to hear. Hua Muhan glanced at the big watery eyes.

Changting happily carried the bamboo basket and turned around under the flower tree, "I know, how could it be difficult to hear and scare both of you away!"

Hua Muhan couldn't help laughing, looking at the crystal sweat on her forehead, she really sighed that this big boy had so much energy from nowhere, and after tossing for a morning, he still had the strength to turn in circles.

"Who taught you?"

"Well...... Chang Ting hesitated a little, "It was taught by the master who taught me fist and foot kung fu." ”

"This person is very interesting, what's his name? Is his surname Baili?" Hua Muhan looked at her carefully with the corner of his eye.

"Yes, his name is Baili Jun. ”

After blurting out without thinking, Changting immediately apologized in his heart, Dad, Dad, don't blame the girl, it's really the girl who misses you too much, and the name of the "old leader" can't be called casually, it can only be you. Besides, this is not a lie, from childhood to adulthood, didn't you teach military songs.

Hua Muhan retracted his gaze and looked ahead, "Rose, what is it?"

Changting scratched her head in distress, she hadn't seen this plant here, so she didn't change it when she sang, but she didn't expect to be really caught in the pigtails.

"It's just a plant so tall that it produces brightly colored flowers, red, pink, white, yellow," she began...... Uh, how do you describe it...... In short, it is very beautiful and lightly scented. ”

Hua Muhan had a wry smile in his eyes, this stupid kid is not very expressive.

Chang Ting slowed down with the basket on his shoulder, racking his brains to meditate and organize adjectives.

Suddenly, her nose moved, her eyes swept around, and then, she fixed her gaze on the fiery red in front of her, "Oh my God! Red Rose?!"

With a look of astonishment, she pounced with the basket and stood on the ridge and blinked violently. Is there really such a coincidence in the world? Just now, I was still distressed and didn't know how to describe it, and God sent a real thing.

In a small field, all the colors are red roses, and last night's rain is still hanging on the petals, which is really delicate.

Hua Muhan quickened his pace, stood beside her, frowned, and said, "This is Dou Xuehong." ”

"Dou...... What kind of red is fighting?" Chang Ting squatted on the ridge excitedly, pointing to the red flower out of control, "This is a rose! Look, it has thorns on it, and those with thorns are roses!"