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The New Year's Day party is as bland and boring as ever, there is no way, the party held by the government organs has always been like this, with a strong political flavor, the theme of the party is to praise the motherland, praise the party, limit everyone's play, you can't have a Michael Jackson dance in such a party, right? Although society is progressing, Chinese people are becoming more and more enlightened, and they have long been appreciative of Michael Jack's "crotch dance", rather than criticizing.

But performing such a dance is divided into occasions, and a dance like a singer's concert will definitely turn the audience up, but if it is performed at a party held by the mountain city health system, it is still too shocking and outrageous.

Su Zhenfeng and the others sitting in the audience watched the bland and boring show with a smile on their faces, in fact, they had already wanted to leave, watching such a show was not as comfortable as going home to sleep, but after all, their identities were there, and they could only smile from the beginning to the end.

Just when Su Zhenfeng and others were drowsy, there was finally a program that was not only brilliant but also attracted their attention, "Letter to Mother" from the First People's Hospital of Shancheng, this song has been heard by many post-80s and 90s, but maybe they don't remember the name, this is the ending song of "Smart Yixiu".

Even the stage lights were extinguished in the theater, and the whole theater was plunged into darkness, and the melodious guitar sounded, and a clear male voice sounded: "Hello Mom, dear Mommy." ”

A simple sentence immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the venue, the light in the middle of the stage was lit, Liu Yongjie, who was in a white shirt and black trousers, was shrouded in a pillar of light, he sat on a chair, holding a guitar in his arms, and melodious and peaceful music slowly came out with the dance of his fingers.

Liu Yongjie is not a guitar master, let alone a professional singer. But whether it is the skill of playing the guitar or the singing voice, it is definitely far beyond the semi-profession, and it is only one step away from the profession.

Liu Yongjie sang affectionately, and suddenly aroused the nostalgia and concern of the people present for his mother. Several sensual girls actually heard tears in their eyes.

A layer of white mist rose on the stage, all the lights were turned on, and Lin Runqing and others in white dresses appeared on the stage, dancing with Liu Yongjie's longing for his mother.

The dance is not violent, but soft. Several girls in white dresses swayed their wicker-soft waists and stretched out their right hands, like little girls who wanted to hold their mother's hand.

The most outstanding of several girls is Lin Runqing, she has a good figure, from elementary school to college has also undergone professional dance training, at this time, accompanied by Liu Yongjie's singing, the meaning of the song is vividly expressed with her own body.

At this time, Lin Runqing is like a white swan who misses her mother, elegant and beautiful with a strong plot of missing her mother, she grew up, left her mother, and had to face the storm alone, she flapped her wings and worked hard to fight against the wind and rain. She was tired when the wind and rain stopped, and she missed her mother who was far away, the carefree time when she was by her side, and the arms of her mother who sheltered her from the wind and rain.

Liu Yongjie's singing voice became more and more affectionate, his singing voice was clear and moving, at this time he was Lin Runqing's voice expressing his longing for his mother in the dance, and he used his singing voice to say how Lin Runqing, the white swan, missed his mother who was far away.

Some people who have lost their mothers can't help but think of their mother's voice and appearance, and the bits and pieces of getting along with their mothers as children, and for a while, they turned red and let tears fall.

More people wanted to go home and hold their mother's hand and tell her, "Mom, you've worked hard." ”

That's the charm of music, that's the charm of dance. But it's never the songs or dances themselves that make people cry, but the memories.

At the end of the song, the audience was solemn, and it took a long time for thunderous applause to sound. For a long time, even people like Su Zhenfeng were clapping their hands vigorously, and this song also reminded him of his old mother who was far away in the capital, and remembered the food that his old mother cooked for him, sewed clothes, and sent him to school. It was a memory he would never be able to erase.

Seeing Su Zhenfeng applauding like this, Qiao Zikun also had a light on his face, but then he became worried, Bei Yiming and the show they made up should not be smashed.

On the other side, Bei Yiming was still asleep, and more than ten days of running made his body reach a limit, and his body would collapse if he didn't rest.

Hu Jie, who was in the background, called Bei Yiming one after another, and others thought that Bei Yiming would not appear, but as Bei Yiming's sworn friend, Hu Jie had long known that Bei Yiming was fine, and now everyone else was in place, but Bei Yiming was nowhere to be seen, making Hu Jie so anxious that he couldn't do it, he kept chattering: "Little Beizi, your uncle, you hurry up and answer the phone, without you, how can this show be played?" ”

didn't dare Hu Jie to fight, Bei Yiming just didn't answer, he was so anxious that he really wanted to appear in front of Bei Yiming immediately and pull him over.

At the same time, Lin Runqing stood behind the curtain at the edge of the stage and kept looking at the entrance, she was waiting for Bei Yiming to appear, although she knew that Bei Yiming would not come, but she still had hope, hoping that he would appear.

Liu Yongjie, who had just come out of the limelight, stood beside Lin Runqing and looked coldly at the entrance, and sneered in his heart: "Bei Yiming, how did you get here?" The hospital didn't issue your badge at all, so what good is it if you come? You, the person who is about to be expelled, still want to put on a show for everyone? It's ridiculous, you still have to go as far as you want, Lin Runqing, I'll take care of it for you. ”

Thinking of this, Liu Yongjie became more and more proud, but when he saw Lin Runqing's anxious and expectant expression, a cloud of anger immediately rose in his heart, and he had nowhere to vent this fire, which made him uncomfortable.

After thinking about the wording, he said: "Qingqing, don't wait, I see that Xiaobeizi can't come, you are wearing too little, let's go change clothes, right?" ”

Lin Runqing shook his head and didn't speak, and at this time the host came to the stage and said the program that the Plastic Surgery Department of the First People's Hospital of Shancheng was going to perform.

The words plastic surgery shook the people present, when did the First People's Hospital have plastic surgery?

Xin Li'an, the director of the Second Hospital, who was sitting next to Qiao Zikun, said: "Old Qiao, you can do it, secretly get a new department." ”

It stands to reason that the host reported that the actors behind the scenes should be in place, but I don't know what's going on, none of the plastic surgeons appeared.

No one appeared on the stage, which made the scene noisy, what the hell is the plastic surgery department of the First People's Hospital? Why hasn't it come out yet?

The host was also dumbfounded, what's the situation?

Qiao Zikun's heart suddenly hung up, Bei Yiming, what are you doing? (To be continued.) )