Chapter 159 The world is a giant makeshift operation

They sang the most stirring parts of five classic revolutionary songs one after another, smoothly and passionately, in an a cappella style.

Without the cover of musical instruments, every word is pronounced clearly, and every lyric is filled with the most genuine emotions.

The sound echoed throughout the vast auditorium, penetrating deeply and striking a chord in people's hearts.

As the last note of the song faded, the entire venue fell into a brief, profound silence.

After a full two seconds of silence—

"good!!"

Someone shouted something, and instantly, thunderous applause erupted.

All the soldiers and their families in the audience spontaneously stood up, and the applause rose in waves.

Shen Wanjun and her team's performance was not cut short by the instrument malfunction; on the contrary, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

That pure and powerful a cappella singing achieved unprecedented success and acclaim.

Shen Wanjun, Dang Xianghong, and others stood on the stage, their eyes reddening as they looked at the cheering crowd and the approving gazes of the leaders.

I felt excited and proud.

After Shen Wanjun and others finished their performance, the instruments were finally repaired one by one.

The following programs were all carefully prepared high-quality pieces by the performing arts troupe.

To be honest, professionals are just different.

The typhoon was stable and the team worked together seamlessly. The male actors were tall and handsome, and the female actors were bright and charming.

Just standing on the stage is a sight to behold.

It's just different from those makeshift troupes.

The last program of the day is Bai Lu's solo dance.

She somehow managed to secure the final performance.

As the lights came on, she gracefully appeared in a bright green peacock dress and began to dance slowly to the melodious music.

This time, she didn't bring the children along to set her up; she performed all by herself.

You are both your own green leaf and your own red flower.

The beam of light enveloped her, and her tight-fitting dance costume accentuated her snow-white skin and exquisite figure.

She was like a peacock fairy who had descended to earth, untouched by worldly affairs.

Every spin and every leap drew cheers from the audience, and some even whistled.

A faint smile appeared on Bai Lu's lips, revealing her almost perfect curves.

Putting aside her character, she is quite impressive in terms of appearance and dance skills alone.

Shen Wanjun couldn't help but stop and watch backstage, but Dang Xianghong pushed her away impatiently.

"What are you looking at? Let's go, let's go!"

Shen Wanjun wanted to take a few more glances, but Dang Xianghong forcibly dragged her away.

A similar situation was quietly unfolding offstage.

Many military wives pulled their husbands away, preventing them from looking at the stage.

Most of the men kept their heads down and dared not utter a sound.

The cultural performance is a rare and lively event, so who wouldn't want to take a second look?

However, due to their wives' authority, they only dared to steal a glance occasionally, daring not to speak out against their anger.

Song Zhan simply closed his eyes to rest, hoping to avoid seeing the sight of the problem.

Huang Ya obediently lowered his head and hurriedly made promises to Song Juan.

“I’m not like them. I don’t even glance at them.”

Song Juan couldn't help but laugh at his nervous appearance.

She looked up for a moment and felt that Bai Lu's dance was just a series of movements, and she didn't think it was that impressive.

She thought to herself that if she were to jump, she might not be any worse than her.

As the music faded, Bai Lu bowed deeply, and the audience erupted in applause.

The curtain slowly closed, signaling the official end of today's performance.

Just then, the host suddenly walked onto the stage, bringing an unexpected surprise—the awards ceremony for this performance would be held on the spot.

What was even more unexpected was that the chorus performed by the "makeshift" group led by Shen Wanjun and Dang Xianghong actually won the "Most Popular Award".

The prize is 5 kilograms of rice for each person.

Bai Lu, on the other hand, only received a consolation prize and no physical reward.

The host asked a group of people to give their acceptance speeches, and they took the opportunity to share their New Year's wishes.

Shen Wanjun and Dang Xianghong exchanged a glance; they were familiar with this part—they had just talked about it at noon.

Now I'll say it again, so I don't even need to think of words.

Dang Xianghong: "I hope everyone's life is prosperous and thriving."

Shen Wanjun: "May you be happy every day and may everything go smoothly."

The two said together, "We hope our motherland will get better and better."

The two waved to the audience, and Song Zhan, Huang Ya, and Song Juan responded enthusiastically.

Old Li sat upright and motionless to the side.

He only gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth—his wife was quite formidable.

Shen Wanjun never expected that her makeshift team would actually win an award.

It seems that this world is just a giant makeshift operation.

The performing arts troupe seems to be nothing special.

It was almost evening when we came out of the auditorium.

The military wives were eager to go home and prepare tonight's New Year's Eve dinner.

The men, in twos and threes, would invite each other to drink.

As night fell, Shen Wanjun's kitchen was bustling with activity.

Song Juan was in charge of cooking, while Song Zhan and Huang Ya assisted her.

The three of them wouldn't let Shen Wanjun interfere, only letting her write the menu and list the dishes she liked to eat.

Shen Wanjun wrote down five or six dishes, and Song Juan said, "This is not enough to eat, write down a few more."

Shen Wanjun was somewhat surprised. Wasn't five or six dishes enough for four people?

Where did the frugal Song Juan go?

"When you first came, you wouldn't let me buy clothes, saying I was wasting money."

Song Juan covered her mouth and laughed: "Sister-in-law, why do you still hold grudges?"

Then, he said to Song Zhan in the kitchen, "Brother, you'd better watch your words in the future, or my sister-in-law will keep track of your words."

As Song Zhan skillfully tossed the food in the wok, he nodded in deep agreement.

Huang Ya poked his head out and asked, "So, do you hold grudges?"

Without thinking, Song Juan replied, "I won't remember."

Hmph, it would be strange if I didn't remember.

Song Juan still remembers how Huang Ya used to chat and laugh with the sanitation worker Zhang Qin, acting so casually.

Although she had just arrived at the compound at that time, she had a good memory.

Huang Ya had no idea what Song Juan was thinking.

Thinking he had found a good partner, she said to Song Zhan, "It's good that your sister doesn't hold grudges."

Song Zhan snorted but didn't say anything.

Song Juan doesn't hold grudges? Absolutely not!

He's a complete fool; he believes everything a woman says.

With nothing to do, Shen Wanjun turned on the radio out of boredom and was surprised to hear her own voice on the broadcast.

The voices of the makeshift troupe, coming from the radio, were surprisingly pleasant to listen to.

Just then, Dang Xianghong rushed into the yard, holding a radio.

"Little sister, little sister, listen!" Her face flushed with excitement.

Gao Xiaoman and the others also ran in, carrying radios.

Some people had flour on their hands, some were peeling garlic, and some were feeding children.

Several women who didn't own radios looked enviously at the metal box in other people's hands.

They silently made up their minds that they would buy one next year too.

Four or five radios were placed together, with the volume turned up to the maximum.

As everyone worked, they listened to the women singing on the radio.

This feeling is truly amazing.

Shen Wanjun was adjusting the hem of her clothes when she suddenly stiffened slightly and instinctively covered her protruding belly with her hand.

It's fetal movement.

But this time was different from the past. It wasn't as gentle as a small fish swimming by, nor as ticklish as a butterfly flapping its wings.

The feeling came suddenly and powerfully, as if a little boxer was hiding inside her, gathering all his strength to deliver a solid blow.

She couldn't help but exclaim "Ouch!"

"What's wrong?" Song Zhan put down the spatula in his hand and rushed over quickly.

"Your stomach hurts? I'll take you to the hospital."

As Song Zhan spoke, he picked the person up and tried to rush outside.

Huang Ya rushed over upon hearing the commotion and stopped him, saying, "Put her down, let me take a look."