Seeing Chen Ze's actions, everyone was anxious, not only the physiotherapists, but even everyone in the program team was anxious, especially after hearing the words of the physiotherapist and seeing Qu Ling's appearance, they were even more anxious, for fear of completely offending Qu Ling, resulting in the inability to complete today's shooting. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Therefore, they also hurriedly spoke up to stop Chen Zelai.

"Don't, Mr. Chen Ze, what are you doing?"

"Teacher Chen Ze, stop it."

"Teacher Chen Ze, don't move."

However, Chen Ze did not stop his movements: "Teacher Qu, I also have a song for you, your father Qu Bai, and thousands of revolutionary pioneers like you. The name of this song is "The Internationale". ”

As he spoke, Chen Ze began to play.

His hands beat like elves on the piano keys. As he moved, a melodious and atmospheric sound of the piano resounded throughout the room.

Hearing this prelude, everyone stopped, as if it had some kind of magic, and told them to stay where they were and continue listening.

"Arise, hungry slaves,

Arise, all the suffering people of the world!

Full of blood has boiled,

Fight for the truth! ”

As soon as Chen Ze's singing voice sounded, everyone in the room immediately shuddered, and goosebumps began to appear all over their bodies.

Slave?

Sufferers?

The people in the program team looked at each other, and in connection with what Chen Ze said earlier to the revolutionary pioneers, everyone immediately knew that Chen Ze's song was a song dedicated to the toiling masses, revolutionary pioneers, and a song of the people.

Although it was only two simple sentences, everyone found that their hearts actually began to surge, and their blood was already boiling.

"The old world is a falling flower,

The slaves get up,

Don't say we have nothing,

We want to be the masters of the world! ”

Chen Ze continued to sing, or it could be said that he roared out, with incomparable passion.

And in this burst of singing, everyone in the program team suddenly thought of the martyrs they had seen in the martyrs' cemetery before.

Qu Yang, who was only twenty-one years old at the age of but sacrificed for the republic;

Zhao Chengyi, who was obviously just an ordinary worker, sacrificed himself in order to spread socialism;

the female martyr who refused to surrender and finally committed suicide by drinking bullets;

Wang Tiancheng, who led the workers' strike and was finally secretly executed;

There are also more than 2 million Party members who have sacrificed their lives in the revolutionary struggle for more than 20 years for the sake of the new society and the establishment of the Republic.

Listening to Chen Ze's singing and thinking of these revolutionary martyrs, the guests of the program group really understood the commemorative poem written by Chen Ze at this time, the people's heroes are immortal!

"There has never been a savior,

It doesn't depend on the Immortal Emperor either.

To create the happiness of mankind,

It's all up to us! ”

Chen Ze continued to sing, and hearing Chen Ze's singing, Qu Ling stood up, standing up for the first time, his face flushed.

Indeed, she was a little angry before, angry that the young man in front of her actually moved her piano. But after hearing Chen Ze's singing, this anger turned into excitement.

Decades ago, in her distant memory, she remembered that her father had been agonizing with the fact that he could not find a song that could represent the revolution and the toiling masses.

Her father also knew the motivating power of songs, so he wanted to write a song for the proletariat himself.

But no matter how much he wrote, there was no way to satisfy him. This song was not written until his final sacrifice, so it also became a knot in Qu Ling's heart.

After so many years, Qu Ling has not been able to find a song that she thinks is suitable and can satisfy her father. But today, Qu Ling felt that she had found it.

This song, this "Internationale" is their song.

"Found it, finally found it." Qu Ling stood up and said very excitedly.

Seeing Qu Ling like this, although the director and the cameraman were also shocked by Chen Ze's singing, they all reacted immediately and hurriedly started filming.

They all felt that even if they didn't say a word, just this song and the current appearance of Qu Ling were enough to represent the theme of this National Day.

And Zhang Da, on the other hand, was completely stunned. He didn't expect Chen Ze to come up with such a song at all. Even he himself had to admit that the song was too well written, too majestic, too big, too suitable for the real proletariat and revolutionaries.

In front of Qu Ling, he knew that his gift was nothing compared to Chen Ze's song.

At this time, outside the room, an old man with gray hair and beard was slowly spreading with the support of a physiotherapist.

This is already the habit of the old man, who has to spread around the yard every day with the support of a physiotherapist.

"Elder Wu, you said that you led a workers' strike when you were young, and then, and then what happened."

While supporting the old man, the physiotherapist was still chatting with the old man. The physiotherapist apparently knew what the old man liked to talk about the most. Sure enough, after hearing the physiotherapist's words, the old man immediately showed an excited look on his face, and he opened his mouth to speak.

"This is the last struggle,

United for tomorrow,

Internacional must be realized.

This is the final struggle,

United for tomorrow,

Internacional must be realized. ”

At this moment, a faint, vague voice came into his ears, and suddenly, he was stunned: "This is, what song is this?" ”

"This, this seems to be Teacher Qu Ling's room." The therapist looked around the room, and she heard the song, but she didn't know what it was.

"Quick, let's go in and have a look."

The old man said, as if he had discovered something particularly important to him, and hurriedly spoke, and hurriedly walked inside.

As I walked, my singing became clearer and clearer. And in this clarity, a lot of memories suddenly emerged in the old man's mind, which belonged to the memories of that era, the dark but longing for the dawn of the era.

In an instant, he felt as if he was much younger and seemed to have returned to that era.

Not only this old man, but also many old people scattered around this house heard Chen Ze's singing, and they all hurriedly walked in one by one, and then, with tears in their eyes!

"This is the last struggle,

United for tomorrow,

Internacional must be realized.

This is the final struggle,

United for tomorrow,

Internacional must be realized. ”

After Chen Ze finished singing the last sentence, his fingers also finished playing the last key.

At this time, he stood up, and his heart was infinitely surging. But suddenly, he was startled, and he didn't know when, Qu Ling actually stood in front of him. In the room, I don't know when there were a lot of gray-haired old people.

"This song, this song is the best gift." Qu Ling opened his mouth and looked at Chen Zedao. (To be continued.) )