At the end of the debate, after all, General He was not too embarrassed, and everyone punished Yan Qingyu for singing a song for everyone. ≤，.

Yan Qingyu was not stage frightened, she stood in the center of the living room generously, and looked at everyone freely:

"This song "Serving the Country with Loyalty" is to pay tribute to those who are the same as my uncle and uncle, for the independence of the Chinese nation. Stand and rise, fight against the warlords, fight against the Japanese invaders, fight endlessly against all the invaders, and fight to the death to the revolutionary soldiers, express the highest respect. ”

The service staff has already connected the microphone, stereo and record player.

After Yan Qingyu gestured to the orderly, the other party pressed the switch of the record player.

After a long trumpet, a stirring melody sounded......

"The wolf smoke rises and the country looks north

The dragon curled the horse, and the sword qi was like frost

The heart is like the water of the Yellow River, who can resist in the past 20 years

How many siblings and loyal souls are buried in the long knife of hatred

What a pity to die and repay the family and the country, sighing and being speechless, blood and tears in his eyes

……”

The old people in the living room, each one of them came from the war years. Even He Yingqin, in the Northern Expedition War, had a bloody moment when he acted as a death squad and launched a decisive charge against the warlord. Before the Japanese invaded China, the years of the Northern Expedition of the Kuomintang were the most glorious years for He Yingqin.

The lyrics of who can fight in the past 20 years, if you want to buckle yourself, it is not completely untouchable......

"The horse's hooves go south and people look north

People look north at the grass and yellow dust

I am willing to defend the territory and reopen the territory

Dignified China wants to give way to the Quartet

Come and congratulate! ”

Old Madam Song's old and cloudy eyes were full of tears, Jiang Jingguo looked at the sky speechlessly, and Old Yu and other old people had tears in their eyes and their mouths trembled.

If you talk about the most excited people in the audience, who are the wet and green people? Only the great general.

The old man burst into tears, his whole body trembled, and his nephew He Zuguang, who had been standing behind him without speaking, was scared half to death.

The corners of Jiang Jingguo's mouth curled, and he waved his hand to Jiang Xiaoyong. Tell him to call a health care practitioner.

Yan Qingyu looked at the solemn faces of the crowd, and asked weakly: "Are you still singing?" ”

……

After the special car sent He Yingqin to Rong General Hospital, everyone dispersed.

No one dares to let Yan Qingyu come up with another song, don't look at all of them are seventy or eighty, nearly ninety, but they are not yet alive.

He Yingqin's scene just now couldn't be better......

Yan Qingyu received two big red envelopes, and then "escaped" from the Shilin Mansion amid Jiang Jingguo's laughter and the old lady Song's chuckle.

Zhang Taiyue and Zhang Hu stayed there, and more than seventy percent of the heavy generals in the Taiwan military are now from Zhang Taiyue's disciples, and Zhang Hu is the core figure of these heavy generals today.

Jiang Jingguo wanted to take this opportunity to discuss with the two.

When Yan Qingyu returned to the Zhang family's mansion in the back mountain of Yangmingshan. The six women in the family were almost all up.

Interestingly, however, the women did not get together to play mahjong, but each of them held the phone inside the room and talked to the Hong Kong side.

"Is the New Year's party held by the TV station still successful? There were no accidents, did they? Oh, haha, the sixth uncle scolded Yu Lang again? Ha ha! Good scolding, people from his uncle's house, alas! It's too patriarchal......"

"How is the business of the theater chain, and the box office of the Spring Festival movies is okay? I. I'm okay, just ...... Alas, wealthy and powerful families have always valued sons over daughters, and they are so good to their husbands that they dot on Cheng Dù. We're just grass......"

"Daddy, my husband said that your agreement will be completed in two years at most. Now he's halfway done, I don't care. I'm going to be with my husband! His family...... Well, no, no, why don't you like me? Ha ha. There is no zài at all! It's just that some people are patriarchal, and they are very good to their husbands, and the status of women in the Zhang family is generally not high! Oh, didn't I live with the Zhang family......"

"Sister Mei, is the company running okay? Oh, don't mention it, my uncle's family is super patriarchal, you don't know, my uncle and eldest brother call Brother Yu a good one, a mouthful of Yu'er, a mouthful of four, I have goosebumps when I hear it, more than my own son. Sister-in-law, they also like Brother Yu the most, but the women of the Zhang family have no status! I guess they don't even know my name......"

……

Full of resentment, Yan Qingyu only listened to it at the door and didn't dare to go in, thinking that it would be better to vent her resentment.

However, Yan Qingyu still walked into Lin Qingxia's room, when Yan Qingyu entered the room, she was reading a book, and when she saw Yan Qingyu come in, Lin Qingxia pursed her lips and smiled shyly. Glamorous and incomprehensible!

Yan Qingyu stepped forward and stretched out her hand to hug her, Lin Qingxia leaned forward slightly, so that Yan Qingyu's arm could pass through her hair, and when Yan Qingyu gently hugged her shoulder, Lin Qingxia snuggled comfortably in his arms. Then I picked up the book again and read it quietly.

Yan Qingyu secretly pecked lightly on her beautiful side face funny, Lin Qingxia frowned slightly, and glanced at Yan Qingyu with disgust.

Yan Qingyu laughed and said, "Good baby, are you reading a ghost book?" I'm more interested than looking at your husband. I'm going to be jealous! ”

Lin Qingxia's face was slightly red, and she said angrily: "I will talk nonsense, I'm reading my godmother's book, if you are brave enough, ask your godmother, what she wrote is a ghost book!" ”

Yan Qingyu's face suddenly froze when she heard this, and she recognized her master, mother, father-in-law, and uncle for a while, but what she was most afraid of was Sanmao's godmother.

Sanmao's mind is too sensitive and sensitive, and her mind can clearly penetrate other people's hearts. Some of Yan Qingyu's tricks are not easy to use in front of her at all, so she can only play the family card.

Now Sanmao has become the most important gold medal columnist of Ming Pao, and his weight is not inferior to Jin Yong and Yan Qingyu at all.

Compared with Yishu's strong and somewhat outrageous feminist thoughts, Sanmao's writing is tinged with a touch of sadness, but the writing is more engaging. Even if it is about her past in the Sahara Desert, even if it is about the scenery full of wind and sand, the reader can still feel the desolation, coldness and silence in her heart......

Jin Yong and Huang Zhan Yan Qingyu often went to see it for ten days and a half months, talking about witty words, and amusing the two elders for a long time.

But Sanmao's place is to go and see it every once in a while, this woman's heart is too cold and lonely. Only with such a heart can you write such a text.

And in Sanmao, Yan Qingyu can't gag yet. can only be a good son who is filial. Although Yan Qingyu is probably making more money every day now than Sanmao has earned in his lifetime, Sanmao often writes checks to Yan Qingyu and asks him to subsidize his family. Just like many ordinary mothers do to their sons.

Yan Qingyu did not refuse, but sometimes deliberately found some excuses such as not bringing a gas card or a wallet, and asked Sanmao for pocket money with a straight face.

It can be seen that Sanmao appreciates this kind of scene that only happens to ordinary people, and such a scene seems to warm her heart and alleviate some of the pain of missing Jose......

And Yan Qingyu gradually fell in love with such a role. Although he usually behaves facelessly with Jin Yong, Huang Zhan and his uncle in Taiwan, it is different after all. Jin Yong, although they also doted on him. But it is more regarded as a sustenance, the sustenance of the career, the sustenance of the mantle, and the sustenance of the story. Only Sanmao, just when he is a son......

Because of this, Yan Qingyu is particularly respectful and close to Sanmao. That's why Lin Qingxia is making fun of now!

Yan Qingyu said speechlessly: "Baby, you won't be reading your godmother's book, right?" You can take a look at the book "The Story of the Sahara", the layout is relatively brisk, peaceful, and romantic, and there is a faint sense of enjoyment when reading. But you can't read the book "The Crying Camel." It's too sad, and it's too cruel to people's hearts. ”

Lin Qingxia chuckled and turned the pages of the book when she heard this, pointed to the cover and said to Yan Qingyu: "It's not "The Story of the Sahara", nor "The Crying Camel". I've already read both. Now I am watching "How Much Do I Know About the Flowers in My Dreams", although the style of writing is still sad, but it is no longer so desperate.

I remember when I was young, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh. Once sat side by side under a peach tree. The wind is in the treetops, and the birds are chirping. I don't know how much I fell asleep, and I knew how many flowers fell in my dreams.

In the dream, I came back to the island from Taiwan. But I couldn't find the lonely grave that I frequented. In the dream, the servant fell on the top of the snowy mountain, digging out the blood from his ten fingers, and the ground could not turn over the person I depended on.

I turned on the warm floor lamp, sat in my big rocking chair, leaned against the soft red mat, this is my home, has always been my home, I sat down, wiped my harmonica, and, trying a few notes, and then, in the silence of that room, I still played my favorite song, "Sweet Family."

On that hot afternoon, among the flowers, a woman in colorful clothes painted the cross over and over again, and painted the wooden fence around it. There were no tears, she was just doing a wife's business - taking care of her husband. ”

Yan Qingyu listened to Lin Qingxia's soft reading, rolled her eyes speechlessly, and said, "Qingxia, this style of writing is sad enough. I hope you will be happy every day and not dallow in the pain of your godmother. ”

Lin Qingxia shook her head lightly and said, "Compared to "Crying Camel", these are much more flat. And there are also some playful statements, such as: Why don't readers think highly of us? Because they didn't read well! The brain is stupid. Hey hey ......"

Yan Qingyu smiled helplessly, then kissed Lin Qingxia's red lips, and said softly: "Qingxia, I'm not Jose, I won't do anything that is dangerous to my life, and you won't be a godmother." You will be the happiest woman in the world, and you will be the happiest woman in the world, and you will be happy for 200 years! ”

Lin Qingxia smiled sweetly: "Husband, I'm really happy." ”

Yan Qingyu hesitated and said, "But I ......"

Lin Qingxia suddenly stretched out her hand to block Yan Qingyu's mouth, shook her head and smiled: "Maybe I was in such a mood at first, but then I was completely gone." If nothing else, it's your ...... So strong, if I were the only one, I wouldn't be tossed to death by you? At the beginning, Ah Zhi told me that I still don't believe it, who wants to ......"

Speaking of the back, Lin Qingxia really couldn't say it anymore. Although Yan Qingyu has been plagued by various disasters, these are two different things......

Yan Qingyu laughed twice, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Qingxia baby, I thought of a few new moves a few more ago, let's ...... at night Hey! You know! ”

"Die!"

…… (To be continued......)

ps: The original title of this chapter was Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Nine, and the ones in the middle......

A typical example of not dying if you don't die!