Wen Nian didn't pay attention to the reactions of several elders, and took a deep breath to return to normal.

She also knows that ordinary people are not to blame for this.

Their lives are only one acre and three points of land, and all they can do is accept life.

They learn what society tells them to learn, and they enjoy what society provides them.

"Mom, are you alright?"

Jiasheng felt that his mother's mood had stabilized, so he asked softly.

Wen Nian retracted his gaze and met three pairs of worried eyes.

Her heart was sweet, and her smile naturally flowed out, and she reached out to pick up the children and said softly, "Don't worry, Mom is fine." ”

As she answered the children's words, she quickly glanced at the passengers in the bunk next to her.

Although there are many berths in hard sleepers, they are more relaxed than those of hard and soft seats.

Among these passengers, there are many with children, including a woman next door, like her, who travels alone with four or five children.

The eldest is about the same age as Jiasheng, and the youngest is only two or three years old.

The children are also quite obedient, the older ones help take care of the younger ones, and the mother can barely stop for a while.

Their mother and son have two opposite bunks, barely able to squeeze six people.

Wen Nian didn't say hello to anyone, and still spoke to her children: "Do you want to learn a new song taught by your mother?" ”

"Okay."

The sisters' eyes were full of joy.

The songs taught by their mothers over the years have made them earn enough goodwill in front of children of the same age.

Now that there are new songs to learn, the children will not be excited.

"Auntie, we have to learn too."

Hearing the conversation between Wen Nian's mother and son, Wen Sicheng's brothers and sisters also hurriedly got down from the top bunk, "Auntie, what you teach, we have to learn too." ”

"Okay, let's learn together."

Wen Nian coughed lightly and began to sing softly:

"Young friends come to meet today, swing the boat, the warm wind blows gently, the flowers are fragrant, the birds are singing, the spring light is intoxicating, and the songs and laughter surround the ......"

While singing, she recalled the song in the 80s of her previous life, which was a household name.

I saw that her face was full of pride and joy, and she sang while gesturing according to the lyrics.

In order to impress the children, she is going to sing it in its entirety first, and then teach the children sentence by sentence.

As soon as she started singing, the roaring sounds around her unconsciously stopped, and she looked curiously here.

Sister Jiasheng and Brother and Sister Wen had shining, listening to Wen Nian's singing excitedly, and learning her movements.

“…… Colorful clouds fly. ”

Wen Nian's singing continued, and the listeners all poked their heads out of their respective bunks to watch.

"Ah, dear friends, to whom does the wonderful spring belong?

Belong to me, belong to you, belong to our new generation in the eighties! ……”

She sang with great devotion, and the audience listened intoxicated and captivated.

I had never heard such a cheerful and high-spirited song, and the passengers who had not yet come down from the bunks did not come down unconsciously.

Everyone listened very carefully, for fear of missing a word.

There was silence in the carriage with more than 100 berths, and even the children who were still noisy before could hear it in fascination.

Wen Nian's singing continued, even overpowering the voice coming from the carriage radio:

"In another twenty years, we will meet again, how beautiful the great motherland should be!

The sky is new, the earth is new, the spring is brighter, and the city and countryside are full of brilliance.

Ah, dear friends, by whom is this miracle made? ……”

When she sang this, she unconsciously stood up, her hands facing herself first, and the song continued:

"It's up to me, it's up to you, it's up to our new generation in the eighties!"

(End of chapter)