Liu Jinping went to the program host and told him that there was a solo performance by the military family members.

Host: "The next program is a three-and-a-half-line rhyme, and then we'll arrange a solo performance! What song will you sing?"

This was just a New Year's greeting performance, mainly to entertain the soldiers. Everyone was happy, so the arrangements were quite casual.

Song Yan only said he wanted to sing a song, without specifying what it would be. Liu Jinping turned to look at Song Yan.

Song Yan: "Katyusha".

"Great!" They'd all been singing military songs before; switching to something with an exotic feel is really nice. The host was delighted. "Jin Ping, you'll introduce the program in a bit!"

The performance was still going on stage, and Song Yan looked around at the small backstage area.

There is a cement platform on the north side of this large dining hall, and a curtain is hung in front of the cement platform.

This place can serve as a canteen, an auditorium, or a stage for performances.

The troupe's belongings were displayed here, with curtains blocking the view on both sides. The musical instruments, in particular, were quite eye-catching.

There was a guitar on the table; someone had just performed a solo on it.

Song Yan glanced at the guitar a few more times.

A female soldier helping out backstage saw her. "You like guitar? Can you play?"

"That guitar solo was really nice!" Song Yan said.

The guitar is a relatively rare instrument nowadays, and its mystique alone makes it a fascinating instrument for many.

The three-and-a-half-line skit on stage was almost halfway through, and Liu Jinping was staring at it.

She was busy preparing to announce the program later, so naturally she didn't pay attention to Song Yan.

"...I've thought about it, and I'll learn to play the guitar in the future." The female soldier said as she picked up a guitar.

Song Yan once learned guitar for a while out of boredom. He wouldn't say he played well, but he could play a few songs.

Some children and military dependents were curious about the cultural troupe's items and would often touch them.

Song Yan and Shen Ruomei don't seem like the kind of people who lack manners.

It's obvious that Song Yan really likes guitars; she didn't even reach out to touch it.

The female soldier simply handed her the guitar.

Song Yan gently plucked the string; it felt good.

Liu Jinping began the introduction, "...Katyusha represents hope, courage, beauty, and confidence in victory in the hearts of the Russian people."

The first time I heard this song, it was sung by a little girl in Russian.

Its beautiful melody captivated me.

Comrade Song Yan is an outstanding college student and an excellent mother. In her, we can see the admirable qualities of an outstanding military family member.

Now, on behalf of all military dependents, Comrade Song Yan will sing "Katyusha" for us.

Let her beautiful singing voice conquer us all!

Now, let's welcome Comrade Song Yan and let everyone witness the demeanor of this outstanding military family member!

If Liu Jinping knows Song Yan very well, or is a good friend of Song Yan, then there's nothing wrong with her saying this.

But they weren't familiar with each other, and she was hostile towards Song Yan. Her words were clearly ill-intentioned.

By what right does Song Yan represent military dependents?

What about the image of outstanding military families? If Song Yan's singing is lackluster, the more praise she received at the beginning, the more embarrassing it will be later.

Song Yan is especially beautiful. If she doesn't sing well, wouldn't she become a mere pretty face?

After listening to Liu Jinping's announcement, Shen Qian stood up and walked backstage.

They had made preparations in advance; Song Yan had practiced singing "Katyusha".

However, Song Yan's only skill was singing in tune; her voice wasn't particularly outstanding.

With Liu Jinping's introduction, it would be embarrassing not to make a good impression.

Looking at Liu Jinping walking down happily, Song Yan understood her plan perfectly.

Facing Song Yan's indifferent gaze, Liu Jinping smiled as radiantly as a spring breeze.

The host and the female soldiers in the cultural troupe felt that Liu Jinping's introduction was a bit over the top.

There were some outstanding performances by the military dependents, but not many. They were just there for the fun of it; they weren't professionals, so how good could they be? When they announced the program, they only praised the family members' enthusiasm and love for the military, without mentioning whether the singing was good or bad.

Shen Ruomei immediately understood Liu Jinping's purpose, but she didn't have time to settle scores with her. She nervously grabbed Song Yan's arm. "Fourth Sister?"

Wherever there are people, there will be comparisons and a competitive spirit.

When women get together, they often compare their own men, their own children, their respective daughters-in-law, and so on.

Military families are no exception.

At this moment, Song Yan represents the face of Shen Changchuan and Shen Qian.

"Can I borrow your guitar?" Song Yan asked the female soldier in the cultural troupe.

"Sure, no problem!" the female soldier quickly agreed.

"Ruomei, help me get a chair to the stage!" Song Yan said.

When the female soldier saw that Song Yan was going to play the guitar, she quickly took the microphone from Liu Jinping's hand and walked onto the stage with the microphone stand in her other hand.

Liu Jinping looked at Song Yan's arrangements, slightly surprised. Could Song Yan play the guitar?

On second thought, Song Yan's good performance was due to her ability, and her bad performance had nothing to do with me.

Why are you looking at her?

Liu Jinping turned her head and walked out.

Separated by a curtain, the backstage area is inside, and the audience seating is outside.

Liu Jinping has already lifted the curtain.

Song Yan collected ice and snow some time ago, but she doesn't have a refrigerator now, so she wants to save them for chilling drinks in the summer.

Everyone backstage was busy with their own things, and no one paid attention to Song Yan. She took out a piece of ice and threw it at Liu Jinping's feet.

Liu Jinping felt her foot slip and she fell forward...

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