When Ye Chen returned to the lounge, Lin Haoran was already looking for him everywhere, Ye Chen's instability made Lin Haoran's classmates very worried, how could people not worry about disappearing at every turn.

"Brother Chen, didn't you go to the toilet, why didn't I find you when I went to the toilet to look for you?" Lin Haoran said anxiously.

Ye Chen coughed and said, "I felt stuffy in the lounge, so I went outside to take a look, what's wrong?" Has my show started? ”

"That's not true, it's just that I can't find you, it's just a little worry."

"I'm not a little girl, are you still worried that I'll get lost, how many shows are there?"

"There are two more, so I'm in a hurry? But Brother Chen, let me tell you, just now our Director Han received the old man, that old man looked very unusual, our director called him the chief, once our tent was in the army, the chief must be unusual. ”

The old man Lin Haoran said was definitely no one else except the one Ye Chen had seen in the toilet before, it seems that this old man is definitely not idle!

Ye Chen picked up the water next to him and drank it, and then chatted with Lin Haoran about some other things, the two programs passed quickly, and Ye Chen's program arrived soon.

When the host mentioned Ye Chen's name, the audience couldn't help but be stunned, this young singer who was once banned has now stepped on this stage again, it can be said that no one who watched the Spring Festival Gala last year does not know Ye Chen, especially most of the audience at the scene are soldiers, only a small number are ordinary audiences, but the majority of those who have watched the Spring Festival Gala are definitely the majority.

Also in Ye Chen's hometown, the National Day Gala is also a program that Ye Xuan likes to watch, so when he saw Ye Chen's name again, the big cigarette stick in his hand shook and almost fell to the ground.

"This kid, he was so big during the Chinese New Year, and now he actually runs up again, my grandson is really capable, wife, hurry up, our grandson is on TV again."

Ye Xuan's words attracted several old men watching TV next to him to get acquainted with him, which was obviously to show that his grandson was capable in front of several people.

Ye Xuan's grandmother came over and said, "Xiaochen is on TV again, why didn't you tell us in advance?" What kind of show is it on this time? ”

"What else can I show, today's National Day, I guessed that the kid didn't go home, and he didn't have anything to do now, how could he not go home, so I watched the National Day Gala, this look, hey, I actually let me see this kid, liberate them, and the work hasn't been done yet."

"No, I'm picking cotton peaches in the west of my home, hey, the girl is here, hurry up, girl, your brother is on TV again."

At this moment, Ye Lin walked into the house from the outside, and watched Ye Chen walk onto the stage, still wearing a military uniform, but Ye Chen at this moment had a somewhat stable atmosphere.

It's just that the instrument in Ye Chen's hand at this moment is not a guitar, but an organ, this is Ye Chen's kung fu at the bottom of the box, which has never appeared before, but in the bar before rebirth, this is one of his specialties.

In fact, Ye Chen accompanies with the accordion, mainly because the music of the accordion is very consistent with this song "Ten Sending the Red Army".

"A send (Rig) to the Red Army,

(Jiezhia) went down the mountain,

Autumn wind (rig) drizzle,

Autumn wind and cold.

……”

Ye Chen's singing voice belongs to the singing method of folk songs, and his first sentence directly made the memories of some veterans appear in front of them.

Ye Lao, who was sitting in the back row at this moment, also looked at Ye Chen on the stage, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

""Ten to the Red Army", this kid is good, the works created are so of extraordinary historical significance, this tune reminds me of those folk songs during the Anti-Japanese War, and now there are fewer songs, I can't imagine that this kid actually created such a song with ingenuity, yes, really good, it depends on how the lyrics behind him are."

"Ye Lao, I feel that Ye Chen's child is really good, most of the young people now like those popular songs, and now the construction of our art troupe also depends on the efforts of these children in the future!"

Ye Lao nodded and looked at Ye Chen on the stage.

Ye Chen naturally didn't know about their discussion, he was singing on the stage, looking at the audience, and inadvertently saw the old man sitting in the last row, and sighed secretly in his heart, this old man actually sat at the back, he didn't have any score at all, and he seemed to be a good leader.

"Where did the Red Army send (Rig) to the mountain?

On the mountain (rig) baogu (jiezhi) is golden.

Baogu seeds (meso) red army species,

The bread is great, we poor people move.

Hold the Red Army's hand tightly, O Red Army!

The seeds sprinkled (Jiezhi) are red! ”

The old man Ye next to the TV listened to Ye Chen's songs, although he had not experienced that time, but he knew that in order to resolve the original crisis, the route of the Red Army had to be changed many times, and the expectations of the villagers were the same as when they went out to fight for support.

Ye Lao, who was also at the scene, was shocked, and he was single-handedly responsible for several major activities at the beginning, so he could hear the meaning of the noodles in Ye Chen's lyrics as soon as he heard it.

Ye Chen's singing continued, Han Tiejun naturally saw the change in his old chief's mood, and had to pay more attention to Ye Chen, as long as this kid came out, he must have a lot of sensation, I didn't think that even the corners of the eyes of the founding marshal who had experienced a hundred battles were a little moist, where did this Ye Chen get so much inspiration.

"Eight to the Red Army,

Octagonal Mountain,

On the way down the mountain (Rig),

A bowl of wine,

The heart is concerned (introductory) the poor look forward to,

Straw sandals, don't wear your feet,

May your loved ones win the battle, O Red Army!

The grain sown will be returned to you. ”

Ye Chen's singing voice and accordion accompaniment brought many emotions together, and the complex emotions were intertwined and spread on the stage.

Zhang Huan in the background listened to Ye Chen's songs, the tears in his eyes surged unconsciously, he didn't expect Ye Chen to be able to write such an emotional and historically significant ballad, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, very satisfied with Ye Chen's current state, and hoped that he would be able to have better results in the future.

Tong Daqin, who originally wanted to trouble Ye Chen, looked at his partner and said, "Lao Tie, am I wrong?" ”

The man looked at Tong Daqin and said: "Brother Tong, this matter is not Ye Chen's body, it is your own recession, wait for Ye Chen to go backstage, you have to admit your mistake to others, you know?" ”

After Tong Daqin heard this, he just wanted to deliver the goods, and then he fell silent and looked at a watch in his hand.