Shen Ruomei straightened the chair, stepped off the stage, and then heard someone speaking outside the curtain.

"...My hands are all scraped! Let the medic take a look later!"

"How could you fall on such a flat surface!"

"Something slipped under my feet..." Liu Jinping said softly.

The curtain was lifted, and the floor was spotless; there was nothing there.

Song Yan went on stage with her guitar, without even glancing at Liu Jinping.

She immediately retrieved the small ice cube; nothing could be found on the ground.

Song Yan gently plucked the guitar strings with his fingers, and the tone was truly excellent.

"I am honored to stand on this stage, and I would like to dedicate my most sincere performance and singing to our most beloved people and to our families who are busy working for these lovely people!"

To all those present—leaders, soldiers, aunties, and sisters—I wish you a Happy New Year!

"Mommy! Mommy! Me too!" When Yueyue saw her mother go on stage, she ran towards the front of the stage as fast as she could!

She was already close to the stage, just a few steps away.

The stage is about 50 centimeters high, and Yueyue can climb up. But climbing up will get her clothes dirty.

The little girl stood anxiously below the stage, watching her mother with worried eyes.

The little girl, standing so small on the stage, and her crisp, clear voice from earlier, made the audience laugh.

No one felt it was abrupt; it was just a get-together for everyone, not a serious occasion.

Shen Qian hesitated as he watched Song Yan confidently walk onto the stage. But Yueyue's appearance made him unable to resist going over and carrying his daughter onto the stage.

Yueyue looked anxiously into the microphone, "I also want to wish everyone a Happy New Year!" She said this in a low voice.

Song Yan took the microphone off the stand and placed it near Yueyue's mouth.

Yueyue: "I wish everyone a Happy New Year! I wish everyone good health! I wish our country good weather and peace!"

Song Yan had no idea where Yueyue had learned the words! The child's sincere voice drew applause from everyone.

Fearing that the child might snatch the microphone and disrupt the performance, the host quickly brought up another microphone.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Shen Qian! Don't go down! Let's all have one together!"

"One for all! One for all..." The audience clapped in unison.

Shen Qian glanced back at his wife; his intention was to stay with her. His voice was indeed better than Song Yan's.

Song Yan sat down and adjusted the height of the microphone.

As soon as the guitar started playing, applause erupted.

Being able to play a musical instrument, especially such an uncommon one, makes you a cultured person in everyone's eyes. Actually, people might not even be able to tell if you're playing in tune.

“Расцветали я6лони и груши

Поплыли туманы над рекой”…”

Song Yan spoke in Russian from the moment he opened his mouth.

Many of the comrades below have studied Russian.

There are also some who may not speak Russian, but can still understand it.

Song Yan knew his singing wasn't moving, but he picked up his guitar and showed off his Russian.

The deficiencies were then filled in.

The audience members weren't professionals, so Song Yan was just putting on airs; they were just there for fun.

After Song Yan finished singing, there was enthusiastic applause from the audience during the break in her playing.

Yueyue sang along with her mother when she practiced, and now that her mother is singing, she wants to sing too.

The little child wasn't shy at all. Shen Qian held Yueyue in his arms and put the microphone to his daughter's mouth.

Song Yan was afraid that Yueyue's rhythm wouldn't match the guitar's, so she stopped playing.

"Just as pear blossoms bloom all over the world, and a soft veil floats on the river; Katyusha stands on the steep bank, her song like the bright spring sunshine..."

Children's voices are the purest and have the most penetrating power on the soul.

After Yueyue finished singing, Song Yan's guitar playing started again.

The family of three sang this part together again.

This time, there was no need for discussion; the couple both sang the first verse in unison, because Yueyue only knew the first verse.

That means the first verse of the song was sung three times.

As Shen Qian sang, he looked at his wife and daughter. Oh! How affectionate he looked!

As for whether it's good to keep singing the same song over and over again?

Nobody cares!

What we need today is an atmosphere, a mood.

The applause rang out again!

The family of three bowed to everyone and prepared to leave the stage.

Who knew that shouts would rise from the audience again.

"One more! One more!"

"One more! One more!"

"One more, one more..."

The audience clapped their hands loudly.