nycdaug Chapter 663 The yellow sand may have aged the years, but it cannot age my longing.
Chapter 663 The yellow sand may have aged the years, but it cannot age my longing.
"Tuantuan, Yuanyuan, Manman, Dangdang, aren't they in the family compound?"
"When did you come?"
"What are they trying to do on stage???"
Lu Chenting, the living Yama, widened his eyes, paused for a moment, and then muttered to himself silently.
Of course, his wife clearly told him that Si Xiao was just in the family compound, so why did he suddenly come here and have to go on stage?
"Eh--"
"This is...this is..."
Battalion Commander Shen Xiaoqi was scratching his head in frustration; he was thinking the same thing as Regiment Commander Lu Chenting, the "Living Yama."
"Forehead--"
"round and round……"
Seeing the four little ones come up, even Deputy Commander Gu Yiyan was confused.
"Why did Tuantuan bring Yuanyuan, Manman, and Dangdang up here?"
Even Su Nianxi, the little treasure, is starting to have doubts.
As soon as the four little ones, Dangdang, stepped onto the stage, they excitedly swarmed around their mother, shouting, "Little Xixi, 'Dream Camel Bells,' let's play the drums—"
Sanbao, full of energy, also rushed over, and pointing with his little finger to the drum set behind him, chimed in, "Yes, we'll play the drums—"
"Dream Camel Bells—"
"Tsk, you guys... fine, fine!"
Su Nianbaozi was speechless, but agreed.
A few days ago at the villa, the mother and her five children... well, they sang together.
"Uncle, can I borrow your drum set?"
Da Bao Tuan Tuan was quite polite; he walked directly toward the host of the performing arts troupe and said in a childish voice.
"Yes, I'll borrow your drums to play."
Erbao Yuanyuan, who had come along, chimed in with a comment.
"Uh--"
"You, you all know..." This was recently donated by a wealthy Hong Kong businessman, and it took the children in the group more than half a year to learn it.
The host of the performing arts troupe, who was moved to tears by Su Nianxi Baozi's singing, went up in disbelief, wanting to speak but holding back.
"Yes, I will—"
Little Sibao, without any hesitation, went over and sat down, and skillfully picked up the drumsticks, even spinning them around in his little hands.
The little kid said he knows how, so how can I not lend it to him?
And Xiao Sibao, he twirled those drumsticks so skillfully just now, like an old drummer. I'll definitely borrow them—
The head of the performing arts troupe, who was standing backstage, nodded in agreement.
Da Bao Tuan Tuan, Er Bao Yuan Yuan, and San Bao Man Man, one after another, sat down on the drum stools as the host of the cultural troupe nodded.
The leaders, soldiers in olive green uniforms, and military spouses in the audience stopped crying, the applause ceased, and they began to discuss among themselves.
Finally, it was the host from the performing arts troupe who stepped forward and gestured for silence from the audience, and only then did the entire venue fall silent again.
Well, Da Bao and Tuan Tuan, who had quieted down in the audience, looked at each other and then tacitly started playing the drums first.
The drumming was incredible; everyone in the audience was stunned—the four boys' drumming was so synchronized, so loud, and so powerful.
Then——
The four brothers, Tuantuan, Yuanyuan, Manman, and Dangdang, exchanged glances with their mother, Su Nianxi, before the test officially began.
"Climbing to the summit to gaze upon my homeland, the yellow sand stretches for ten thousand miles—"
"Where does the sound of camel bells come from, each note striking the heart?"
"Longing to embark on the road of longing, soaring over a thousand miles of mountains—"
As soon as Su Nianxi Baozi started singing "Dream Camel Bells," she immediately stunned everyone present.
"Oh my God, oh my God—"
"This military wife...this song...this singing voice, oh my god—"
"I've got this military wife in the performing arts troupe! Listen carefully, everyone, her singing is amazing—"
"And those four kids...tsk tsk tsk...we're doomed, how will our little drummer get on stage later?"
"After those four beat the drum like that, will the rest of us still dare to go up and make a fool of ourselves?"
The newly appointed head of the performing arts troupe excitedly slapped his thigh and shouted backstage, even complaining about his own performing arts soldiers and the few drummers behind him.
"I remember who that military wife was—"
“Yes, I remember now, but she, she shouldn’t be in Unit A711 in Jilin Province, how did she end up in Unit J111 in Beijing…”
Suddenly, several female soldiers who had met Su Nianxi Baozi before and heard her sing spoke up in surprise.
"Don't make a sound... Listen first, listen first..."
"Yes, be quiet, listen first—"
"..."
Yes, the singing and drumming on stage were so beautiful that several of the performing arts soldiers backstage, who were in awe of their own abilities, tried to stop them from singing.
"Wild geese fly home across the sky, draped in the last rays of sunset; where is my hometown?"
"The wind and sand cannot erase the bloodstains of history—"
"The wind and sand cannot dispel the pallor, the crabapple blossoms stained with blood and tears—"
On stage, Su Nianxi, Baozi, and their two children worked together seamlessly, giving a wonderful performance.
The backstage area was in an uproar, and the audience, whether high-ranking officers or ordinary soldiers, was also in a state of turmoil.
Yes, at this moment, all those in olive green are hearing the weighty history that weighs heavily on their shoulders—the heavy responsibility of protecting the motherland's rivers and mountains.
"Climbing to the summit to gaze upon my homeland, the yellow sand stretches for ten thousand miles—"
"Where does the sound of camel bells come from, each note striking the heart?"
"Longing to embark on the road of longing, soaring over a thousand miles of mountains—"
"Swallows return to their nests on the horizon, bathed in the fading glow of sunset; where is my homeland?"
On stage, Su Nianxi and Baozi's singing continued, and the drumming of the four little ones remained constant; off stage, backstage...
Yes, the heart-touching song instantly ignited the entire venue; the olive-green fans present couldn't help but shed tears once again as they listened.
Who said that men bleed but don't cry?
"Lao Gao——"
"Commander Lu Chenting's wife... she sings so well."
"This song touches my heart... It's so moving!"
Commander Li, a man of iron will, choked up as he spoke.
"Old Li, I'm the same way—"
"We must defend it, we must defend every inch of our land."
Political Commissar Gao wiped the moisture from the corner of his eyes and responded firmly.
The world only knows the rooster picture, but who still remembers the tears of the crabapple? It is an eternal pain for the Chinese people. Remember history, never forget national humiliation, and we should strive to be strong.
"The yellow sand may have aged the years, but it cannot age my longing—"
"How many nights have I dreamt of returning to the Qin Pass—"
Chen Bin: "It sounds wonderful, my sister-in-law sings so beautifully."
Feng Gang: "Yeah, luckily I beat those kids this time and came to Beijing. It sounds great! I'm going to protect every inch of our country's land—"
Luo Tao: "Yes, in my sister-in-law's song, she's telling us not to forget the past..."
Deputy Regiment Commander Qiao Zhihong: "Sister Su, you always manage to give us... give us..."
Battalion Commander Fang Xinglin: "Sister-in-law... I knew it. As long as you're on stage, you're sure to sing something special. It was worth it, Deputy Regiment Commander Qiao. This trip to Beijing was totally worth it."
"..."
The olive-green uniformed soldiers of Unit A711 in Kyrgyzstan were all incredibly excited.