Heavy rain began to rage in the barracks. Pillars of rain flew all over the sky, like thousands of sharp arrows shooting at the soldiers who were training in the playground of the military region, they were not affected by the heavy rain, and each soldier stood in a neat queue with a straight body and meticulous body.

At this time, the spacious performance hall of the art troupe is also very lively, and the audience is full of representatives from the art troupes of various military regions.

I saw an old general in the front seat say to the old general next to him; "Lao Xu, today, the outstanding singers and composers trained by several military regions have come to your A Army to study and visit, don't let us down, at least let us old guys hear songs like Jingzhong to serve the country today. If there weren't a song like that that excites us old guys, you don't blame us for scolding our mother!"

It turned out that sitting there was Commander Xu, the commander of Army A.

Commander Xu smiled slightly; "Lao Li, don't worry, the Yellow River chorus rehearsed by Zhang Xiaozi with our art troupe a few days ago, the momentum is no worse than serving the country with loyalty, it will definitely make your blood boiling, and it will be as enjoyable as the battlefield, and the people who come here have learned, and organizing a large singing troupe to sing to the soldiers of your military region will definitely improve their morale."

At this moment, a beautiful female soldier appeared on the stage, she held a microphone in her hand and said in a crisp voice to the audience; "Thank you leaders for coming to our art troupe to watch the performance, I am the host Wu Lili, the first program is written and composed by Zhang Keqiang, the first talent of our art troupe, the name of the song is [Fifteenth Moon] performer Meng Xiaodie, please applaud and welcome" After speaking, he bowed and walked to the backstage.

The audience remembered the warm applause.

Meng Xiaodie came to the center of the stage with a heroic gesture accompanied by applause; "Today, I will sing the first program [Fifteenth Moon], I hope you like it," she said with the microphone and sang in her sweet voice;

"Fifteen moons

Shine in your hometown, shine at the border

Quiet nights

You miss me too

I stayed by the baby's cradle

You patrol the border defense line of the Motherland

I work on the farmland in my hometown

You're on guard duty at the borderlands

Ah, there is your sweetness in the harvest fruit, and there is also my sweetness

The military merit medal has half of mine and half of yours

Fifteen moons

Shine in your hometown, shine at the border

Quiet nights

You miss me too

I honor my parents for their hard work

You dedicated your life to the motherland and did not hesitate to shed blood and sweat

I have a lot of responsibility for the whole family

You're defending national security

Ah, the prosperity of the motherland has your contribution and mine

The reunion of all families is my wish and yours

It's also your heart's desire

When Meng Xiaodie finished singing, the audience remembered and applauded warmly.

Yu Xiuzhi wiped her tears in the background, remembering the sad past when she took the twelve-year-old Zhang Keqiang with a big belly and the pain of losing her husband after Zhang Keqiang's father sacrificed.

Zhang Diandian saw his mother crying, ran to Yu Xiuzhi's side and pulled the corner of Yu Xiuzhi's clothes with his little hand and comforted him; "Mom doesn't cry, be obedient, earn a lot of money when she grows up, buy delicious food for her mother, and buy beautiful clothes for her mother, so that her mother won't cry."

Yu Xiuzhi heard the comfort of her daughter's innocence. "It's so good, my mother cries when she is happy."

Meng Xiaodie, who had just stepped down, saw Yu Xiuzhi crying, so she said loudly; "Who bullied my mother-in-law to stand up for me"

Since Yu Xiuzhi came to the art troupe, Meng Xiaodie didn't dare to scold, as long as she scolded, someone immediately complained to Yu Xiuzhi, and let Yu Xiuzhi clean up several times, and she had a long memory.

Yu Xiuzhi wiped away her tears and said to Meng Xiaodie; "The crazy girl has nothing to do with other people, I remember some of the past, you don't care."

Zhang Keqiang looked at his mother, who was only middle-aged, and his heart was sour, and he said in his heart; "Mom, you've suffered for so many years."

At this moment, the voice of the host Wu Lili sounded on the stage, and now Zhang Keqiang is invited to sing his own lyrics, his own composition, and his own singing [Bloodstained Style].

Zhang Keqiang came back from his contemplation, tidied up his military uniform and walked onto the stage. He stood in the center of the stage with a microphone and said sadly; "Today I was going to sing [Bloodstained Style]." "But when I saw my mother crying backstage when I heard Meng Xiaodie singing [Fifteenth Moon], I remembered the backstage crying of my father who sacrificed himself on the battlefield, which made me feel very distressed, I want to say to my mother, you have worked hard all these years, thank you for your hard work for me and my sister over the years, Mom, you are still middle-aged and tired and bent over, and you have grown gray hair, how distressed you are for your unsuccessful son, today I am standing on this stage, I want to use a song to express my gratitude and guilt to you, and now I will put this song [Mother in the Candlelight] To your mother" and began to sing into the microphone;

Mom in the candlelight

Mom, I want to say to you,

When the words came to his lips and he swallowed,

Mom I want to smile at you,

There were tears in his eyes.

Oh mom, mom by candlelight,

Your black hair is covered with frost,

Oh mom, mom by candlelight,

Your cheeks are imprinted with this concern.

Oh mom, mom by candlelight,

Your waist is so tired that it is no longer straight,

Oh mom, mom by candlelight,

Why have your eyes lost their brilliance,

Mother, the child is grown,

I don't want to lead your clothes through the spring, autumn, winter and summer.

Oh mom, mom by candlelight,

Your waist is so tired that it is no longer straight,

Oh mom, mom by candlelight,

Why have your eyes lost their brilliance,

Mother, the child is grown,

I don't want to lead your clothes through the spring, autumn, winter and summer.

Oh mom believe me,

Children have their own children's rewards.

Oh mom believe me,

Children have their own children's rewards.

When Zhang Keqiang finished singing the song "Mother in the Candlelight" with tears in his eyes, he did not bow to the audience, but bowed deeply to his mother standing backstage.

At this time, the audience stood up one after another and gave warm applause.

Yu Xiuzhi listened to her son's words in the background, as well as the songs that her son sang to her, her heart was full of satisfaction and pride, Zhang Keqiang is her son Yu Xiuzhi, what am I not satisfied with with such a son, "Xiaoqiang has really grown up, I know that I feel sorry for my mother, Desheng, you must bless your son and daughter with good health and peace in the sky." “