When Zhang Keqiang finished singing "Mother in the Candlelight" in the performance hall, the audience was moved by this song to his mother, and the old generals in the front row remembered their mother who had passed away for a long time. They have all been baptized by bullets, and everyone has perseverance, but they are still moved by Zhang Keqiang's song "Mother in the Candlelight".

Commander Xu, who was sitting in the front row, said to an old general sitting next to him on his right; "Lao Li, you didn't come here in vain, Zhang Keqiang, this kid can always make refreshing songs, and each song makes people feel different."

The old general named Lao Li sighed; "Yes, listening to his mother in the candlelight, I also think of the old mother who has passed away for a long time, it's really nostalgic, this young man is really good, I can use the cheetah Lei San from our military region to exchange Zhang Keqiang with you."

Commander Xu's eyes widened and said; "Don't dream, it's not worth your Lei San to lift shoes for Zhang Xiaozi." ”

An old general sitting next to Lao Li said with contempt; "Lao Li, you are too shameless, can you Lei San fight a reconnaissance company by himself, Zhang Xiaozi can. can play, sing, and write songs, Lao Xu is right, you Lei San is not worthy of lifting shoes for Zhang Xiaozi. “

General Li said in disbelief; "Zhang Xiaozi is really so powerful, why don't I know, isn't he a literary soldier?"

Commander Xu said to the old general sitting next to Lao Li; "Lao Xia, are you very well-informed, did you put your eyes on our A army?"

Lao Xia Dao; "It's almost a big competition for the whole army, if there is no news, then our military region will suffer a lot, now Lao Li doesn't listen to what is going on outside the window, this year's big competition of the whole army, Lao Xu will you send Zhang Xiaozi?"

Commander Xu said hesitantly; "In the past, I wanted to send this kid to participate, but after releasing one thing, I don't want to send Zhang kid to participate now."

Commander Xu hesitated for a moment and didn't say anything.

Lao Li said curiously; "What's going on, let's hear it."

The people sitting around Commander Xu pricked up their ears.

An old general with a bad temper also stood up and said; "Lao Xu, you are a sour talent, I will obey you in the war, but you are grinding and chirping when you speak, so unpleasant."

Several old generals sitting next to Lei Hu said one after another; "Lei Laohu is right, I promise you to grind and chirp, if you have something to say."

Commander Xu hesitated for a moment, but still told the details of Zhang Keqiang's almost bloody sweep of the guard camp that day. "This kid is too murderous, if he was placed in the war years, he would definitely be a general, but now is the era of peace, I'm afraid that if he is too young and can't control it well, there will be a big mess, if this kid really does that that day, no one can protect him."

The people around couldn't believe it, he was still singing on stage just now, an ordinary-looking literary soldier, with such great lethality, if it weren't for Commander Xu's personal experience, they wouldn't believe it, everyone who is doing it is an old comrade-in-arms for many years, and they all know Commander Xu's personality, if he says so, it must be true.

Lao Li Dao; "Mother, it's amazing."

The old general named Lei Hu said; "This kid has blood, I like it, and now I really want to hear the song [Bloodstained Style] that he didn't sing."

The old generals supported one after another; "Yes, we want to hear that too. They all set their eyes on Commander Xu. “

Commander Xu glanced at Lei Hu and the others, then turned his head and commanded Huang Wensheng, the head of the art troupe who was sitting behind him; "Xiao Huang, you can ask Zhang Xiaozi in a while, let him go on stage and sing [Bloodstained Style] again, and ask him if he is okay."

Huang Wensheng hurriedly got up and said; "Yes, I'll go right away." After saying that, he walked to the backstage.

At this time, the dance program on stage had just begun. The old general was still talking about Zhang Keqiang.

Huang Wensheng came backstage and saw Zhang Keqiang chatting with his mother Yu Xiuzhi. He walked over and smiled; "Zhang Keqiang, the chiefs want to hear your [blood-stained demeanor], you can prepare."

Zhang Keqiang despised the Tao; "I'm not a monkey, I can sing if I want to, tell them that my brother is not in the mood today, and he will be singing when he is in the mood one day."

Huang Wensheng looked at Yu Xiuzhi with a distressed gaze.

Yu Xiuzhi saw Captain Huang's pleading gaze, so she said to Zhang Keqiang; "Xiaoqiang go up and sing, isn't it just a song, the old people want to hear it, you can sing it to them." As long as the old people are happy. ”

Zhang Keqiang looked at his mother and thought; "When they're happy, I'm not happy, good old men sing every day, it's quite disturbing in itself, and now it's still making people cry and drink, alas, it's just, since my mother has spoken, why can't I make my mother unhappy."

When he thought of this, he said to Captain Huang; "I'm really not in the mood today, and I can't sing well, you go and talk to those leaders, just say that Zhang Keqiang is not in a good mood and can't sing, if they still want to listen, I'll sing."

Huang Wensheng reluctantly returned to the front desk and reported to Commander Xu what Zhang Kewu said.

Commander Xu looked at Lei Hu and several old generals and said; "It's not that I don't want to give you face for this thunder tiger and a few old comrades-in-arms, Zhang Xiaozi said that he is not a monkey, he is not in the mood, and he can't sing well, if you have to let him sing, don't blame him if he doesn't sing well, I can't force others, right?"

The old general Lei Hu glared at Lao Xu and said sarcastically; "Okay, people don't want to, I can still force him to sing, and it will be a pity to put a good singing donkey's lips on the horse's mouth, and I don't know how you, a sour showman, are more and more lively, and you can't even manage a little recruit's egg, or the commander of the dignified military region."

Commander Xu said lightly; "You tiger doesn't have a backache when you stand and talk, did you dare to wash a battalion in blood when you first became a soldier? Even if you dare, you don't have that strength, no matter how old the officer is in the army, how old you are, you should respect the strong, you don't need me to teach you this. Zhang Keqiang He has this qualification, if there is a war, my commander is to let Zhang Keqiang go to death, Zhang Keqiang will not blink an eye, you don't use those soft eggs to measure Zhang boy, he is a bloody and powerful strong man, we must respect his wishes. ”

Several old generals nodded in agreement, and even the grumpy old general Lei Hu nodded and did not speak.

At this time, Wu Lili walked out of the stage, stood in the center of the stage and held the microphone; "Now is the last program of our art troupe, the 100-person Yellow River chorus, this is the lyrics and composition of the talented Zhang Keqiang, I hope all the leaders like it, now please applaud and welcome the singers."

Wu Lili just finished speaking, and remembered a round of applause, with the applause, the red cloth on the stage slowly pulled to both sides, and a pair of neatly arranged hundred-person singing troupes appeared in everyone's sight, Zhang Keqiang stood at the front of the team, holding a baton, and commanded. The loud singing voice was remembered in the performance hall, like thousands of horses galloping;

The wind is howling and the horses are howling

The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring

Hexi Hill is ten thousand feet high, and the sorghum in the east and north of the river is ripe

There are really many anti-Japanese heroes in the mountains

The guerrilla athletes in the green gauze tent are heroic

He picked up a spear and a foreign gun

Wielding a broadsword and spear

Defend your hometown and defend the Yellow River

Defend North China and defend all of China

The wind is howling and the horses are howling

The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring

Hexi Hill is ten thousand feet high, and the sorghum in the east and north of the river is ripe

There are really many anti-Japanese heroes in the mountains

The guerrilla athletes in the green gauze tent are heroic

He picked up a spear and a foreign gun

Wielding a broadsword and spear

Defend your hometown and defend the Yellow River

Defend North China and defend all of China

The wind is howling and the horses are howling

The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring

Hexi Hill is ten thousand feet high, and the sorghum in the east and north of the river is ripe

There are really many anti-Japanese heroes in the mountains

The guerrilla athletes in the green gauze tent are heroic

When a Yellow River chorus has just been sung, the old generals in the audience and the outstanding singers, composers and conductors in the visiting and learning army can no longer sit still, they all stand up and applaud excitedly and desperately, the roar of the Yellow River in the song seems to be still flowing in everyone's heart, this is a passionate chorus, so that everyone gave Zhang Keqiang a standard military salute, thank him for bringing them this exciting Yellow River chorus.

Zhang Keqiang returned a military salute cleanly, and the performance ended like this.