Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. After arranging the duty personnel, Company Commander Ma Wenbin organized all the soldiers in a company to come to the activity room to watch the Mid-Autumn Festival gala.

The soldiers sat in neat rows. Compared to usual, a row of long tables was added in front of the seats tonight. In addition to placing cups for the soldiers, each soldier had a mooncake on his table. Although they could not spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with their families, the proper ceremony still had to be observed. The soldiers are not only steel-clad guards on the frontier, but also living, breathing human beings with emotions and desires!

Ma Wenbin was transferred to Kyoto TV. Over the years, he has transferred Kyoto TV to almost every gala, following the habit of the previous company commander. Ma Wenbin has kept this habit. The soldiers watched silently, with tears in their eyes, and they were all a little homesick!

The entire company of 120 people has been away from home for almost a year, and Ma Wenbin has been away for about three or four years. He can't remember exactly how long it's been. He remembers that the last time he went home was when his son was still learning to speak. This year, his son has started first grade. Fortunately, we live in a technological age, and we can video chat with his son during his vacation. If it were decades ago, his son probably wouldn't even recognize his father!

While watching TV, Ma Wenbin was thinking about his elderly parents at home. They were getting older and older. When he video-chatted with them a few days ago, their hair was completely white and their backs were a bit hunched. Ma Wenbin felt guilty for not being able to take care of his parents at home and fulfill his filial duty as a son.

The border region has been unsettled for the past few years, and Ma Wenbin has been busy with military affairs, often not even having time to make a phone call. Thinking of his wife, children, and parents at home, Ma Wenbin sighed. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunions across the country, his longing for home was even stronger.

I checked the time; it was already past 10 p.m. Lights out at the camp at 10:30 p.m. Even though it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, discipline couldn't be violated. Just as I was about to discuss with the political commissar about dismissing everyone and returning to camp, the duty officer rushed in. "Company commander, there's an order from above: everyone watch Fang Yang's song on Shanghai TV!"

"Huh? What's going on?" Ma Wenbin picked up the remote and switched to Shanghai TV. On the TV, a man and a woman were singing together. In the background picture, the soldier standing guard with a gun was a young soldier from the company. Ma Wenbin remembered that the photo was taken last year when the art troupe from above came to visit. Ma Wenbin remembered it so clearly because the photo was still hanging on the company's bulletin board.

Ma Wenbin's change of station and the photo caused a stir among the soldiers. The usually stern and serious company commander had changed the station today, and it was already 10 o'clock and he hadn't asked them to return to camp yet. This was big news! However, the strict discipline kept the soldiers from making a fuss. When they saw the photo, all eyes turned to the young soldier. He was about to become famous overnight!

On stage, a stunningly beautiful female singer in an evening gown was singing: "The full moon shines on my hometown and the border."

In the quiet night, you miss me, and I miss you too.

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The soldiers, who were still somewhat bewildered, heard these few lines of the song. The younger ones didn't feel much, but the veterans were different. Having been stationed on the frontier for years or even decades, their longing for their families resonated with the simple and heartfelt song. They broke down in tears.

Even Ma Wenbin, whom the soldiers called an iron-blooded soldier, was no exception. His eyes were brimming with tears, and then the man in the white suit continued to sing, finally making Ma Wenbin unable to hold back his tears. "Where did this sandstorm come from? It stings my eyes so badly!"

Ma Wenbin complained to the political commissar who was looking at him, "Make the soldiers clean up this activity room tomorrow, it's outrageous!"

The political commissar asked in surprise, "Didn't we already work on this all afternoon? And you were the one who passed the inspection."

Ma Wenbin waved his hand impatiently and said, "Does doing it today mean we don't have to do it tomorrow?" Looking at the song that had already been sung, he said, "Fall back, fall back. Get some rest early tonight. After morning exercises tomorrow, we'll do a thorough cleaning. Even though our conditions here are tough, we can't neglect military appearance and discipline."

Ma Wenbin abandoned the political commissar who was organizing the return to camp, and strode out of the activity room. As soon as he stepped outside, tears welled up in his eyes. Who says men don't cry? It's just that they haven't reached the point of heartbreak yet!

At Shanghai TV station, Minister Zhang and Chen Hao stared in disbelief at the soaring ratings. "It's...it's broken 2 points! I never expected a Mid-Autumn Festival gala to break 2 points. This must be the highest ratings record for a local TV station's Mid-Autumn Festival gala nationwide!"

Minister Zhang nodded: "Yes, I remember that Hunan TV's highest rating was 1.89, and no TV station has surpassed it since."

Chen Hao exclaimed in astonishment, "My god, Fang Yang is practically a walking traffic magnet. When he first came to the TV station, he just showed up at the entrance and made the headlines. And now he's making the headlines again. It's like he owns all the headlines."

The maintenance worker next to him chimed in, "Boss, you're absolutely brilliant! Just these last few minutes, Fang Yang has made headlines again, which is why so many people have flocked in to watch the show."

Minister Zhang clicked his tongue and sighed, "It's infuriating to compare yourself to others. Others go through all sorts of hardships to get onto the front page, but this person makes it as commonplace as eating a meal. What if one day you can make the front page just by eating a meal? That would be a laughing stock."

The maintenance worker suddenly exclaimed, "It's already version 2.1, and it's still rising!"

Chen Hao pushed aside the maintenance staff and looked at the still-rising curve, wondering, "Didn't Fang Yang finish singing? Why is it still going up?"

Minister Zhang thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I know! This is Zheng Xiuli's 'When Will the Moon Be Bright Again'. When Fang Yang wrote this poem, it caused a huge uproar online. Do you remember? Hundreds of people were arrested."

Chen Hao had been following online events closely and was naturally aware of the situation. "Wasn't that a poem? Fang Yang turned it into a song?"

Minister Zhang nodded: "I heard Zheng Xiuli sing this song live. It's quite good. Maybe Zheng Xiuli will become famous overnight with this song!"

Chen Hao pushed open the door. "I'm going to listen in the lobby. Xiao Hu, you keep an eye on the ratings!"

After turning through two corridors, Chen Hao arrived at the lobby, where he saw it was crowded with staff members, all intently watching television. Zheng Xiuli's ethereal voice floated through the lobby, and Chen Hao couldn't help but slow his pace, moving to the back of the crowd to quietly listen to her singing.

To be honest, in the entertainment industry full of beauties, Zheng Xiuli is only above average. She has the appearance of a girl next door, but her voice is really beautiful. It is ethereal like a bird in the mountains, which is captivating. With the addition of the lyrics of "When Will the Moon Be Bright", it is like a scroll slowly unfolding, singing out the feelings of longing under the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, making people unable to control their emotions!