In the studio, Li Jiaqi stared at the screen intently, his hands clenched unconsciously.

She heard the song.

The voice was as clear as spring water, with a slight sob, yet so firm.

"~Winter comes... and summer goes... and autumn harvests... and winter stores~"

......

"~How much~"

"~A childish face standing on a nameless hill~"

"~Watching the direction of home~"

......

Li Jiaqi's tears instantly blurred her vision.

It was as if I saw those young faces, their reluctance to leave home, and their perseverance on the battlefield.

Seeing that the mountains and rivers are safe, the heroes return to their hometown.

......

At this moment, she felt it most vividly.

Her Li family was a military family before the abyss came.

For two hundred years of martial arts, generation after generation of the Li family has never used their privilege to evade military service just because there was a martial arts immortal in the family.

This is also why, when she saw the actions of Han Che and others, she was so angry and so actively cooperated with the military reports.

At this moment, when she heard Li Wei's song, she felt so much from it.

It is the attachment to hometown, the remembrance of comrades, and the cherishment of peace.

It is the softest place in every soldier's heart.

Li Jiaqi ignored the bloody scene and just listened carefully.

By the second paragraph, she was able to hum along haltingly.

"~Winter comes...and...Summer goes...Autumn harvests...and winter stores~"

She sang softly and cried silently.

It's like going back to my childhood...

One day, she saw her mother holding an urn covered with the national flag and bursting into tears.

At that time, she didn't understand the meaning of death, she just felt that her mother was crying so sadly.

It was not until she grew up that she understood the weight of the national flag.

......

Almost at the same time, the old man next to her took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

He is a journalist. Before becoming a commentator, he was also a reporter. He has been to the front line and experienced the war firsthand.

In his previous impression, war was cold and hard.

It is steel, fire, and blood.

But at this moment, he felt that war could also be gentle, with memories and longing.

"~The curling smoke is...home~"

His voice was a little off-tune and not very pleasant, but it was surprisingly devoted and pure.

At this moment, the live broadcast screen was flooded with comments:

【Comfortable! 】

【The little Bodhisattva sings beautifully.】

[This scene has a strong sense of conflict.]

【It’s so cool! 】

【I can’t stop crying.】

【I seemed to see my father smiling at me, and I cried.】

【Tribute! 】

【Tribute! 】

......

【Tribute! 】

......

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Imperial Capital, Weiming Club.

"Sing, everyone! Damn it! If anyone doesn't put in the effort, I'll beat them up!"

Zeng Yi held up a microphone and screamed.

Inside the box, a dozen young men were crying and laughing, howling like ghosts and wolves.

"~The road ahead is long, but the journey home is also long~"

"~Hope the flowers will still bloom...fragrant~"

Next to Zeng Yi, a gentle and thin young man was sitting on the ground.

The originally elegant face was now swollen like a steamed bun, with a black eye, a red and swollen right cheek, and blood at the corner of the mouth.

But he kept opening his mouth and howling in his hoarse voice louder than anyone else.

"Okay, stop singing. It sounds awkward!"

Zeng Yi grabbed the young man, pulled him to sit on the sofa next to him, put his arm around his shoulders, and spoke earnestly.

"Xiao Hezi, I asked my brothers to beat you up and even recorded a video. Do you hate me?"

Xiao Hezi, also known as Zhao Yunhe, the guy who stole his grandfather's "Green Dragon Crescent Blade" during the Ring Trade Rift Incident, shook his head wildly.

He tried to grin, but it only pulled at the bruises at the corners of his mouth.

"hiss--!"

He bared his teeth and took a breath of cold air, then he said cautiously:

"I know Brother Yi is doing this for my own good, hehe...Brother Yi recorded the video, is he going to show it to my sister-in-law?"

"Hehe, now that my brothers have taught me a lesson in advance, it's not good for me to do it again after my sister-in-law comes back, am I right, Brother Yi?"

Zeng Yi nodded with satisfaction and then gave a thumbs up.

"You're quite clever, boy!"

"However, that Lingnan Zhao family, the King of Tianliang is defeated."

Zhao Yunhe was a little confused, "Yi...Yi brother, what is Tianliang Wangpo?"

Zeng Yi's face was full of displeasure, and he raised his hand to slap the guy.

But after looking at the bruises on the little brother's face, he thought about it and put his hand down.

"I told you to read more novels, why didn't you listen..."

After saying this, he raised his head and gave orders with melancholy.

"My children, the beating I just gave him was too light. If I'm not satisfied, I'll turn around and chop him with my sword. We'll be doing Xiao Hezi a disservice..."

Zhao Yunhe's face turned green and he wanted to run away, but it was too late.

Zeng Yi immediately grabbed his arm and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Keep fighting, NND, I'm too soft-hearted to do it, so I can only ask my brothers to do it for me!"

"But even though we fight, we still have to sing. Sing while you fight!"

“Don’t stop!”

......

“Ah~~~”

The sound of ghostly howling songs rang out again in the box, mixed with the dull thud of fists hitting flesh and Zhao Yunhe's screams.

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