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Gu family’s old house, teahouse.
"~Come back~"
"~Take a look~"
"~Look at... the young rising sun~"
Gu Litong sat on a rosewood carved chair, staring at the wall-mounted TV, humming along with Li Wei on the screen.
His voice was hoarse and trembling, but he was extremely devoted.
There is an indescribable nostalgia on the wrinkled face.
"~Come back~"
"~ Come and take a look~"
"~Thousands of lights... so bright~"
When he sang to this point, he could no longer hold back and suddenly burst into tears.
"Xiao Ning, you left too early. You didn't see Jinzhi or his wife..."
"If you are still alive, please come back and take a look at these two children. How wonderful..."
Gu Shiheng and Liang Qiushi, who had just finished kneeling as punishment in the ancestral hall, were accompanying the old man, their eyes also filled with tears.
Seeing his father in so much pain, Gu Shiheng reached out and placed his hand on Gu Litong's dry hand.
"Dad, don't be sad, you still have us."
"Alas~"
Gu Litong sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
After a moment of silence, he also held his son's hand and said with emotion: "You are so thoughtful. Hey, you and Xiaoqiu, go kneel for another seven days."
Gu Shiheng: ???
Liang Qiushi: ???
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Arena, main stand.
"~Holding a handful of soil from my hometown in my arms~"
"~Drink a handful of sweet river water and keep it in your heart~"
Zhang Luye used his hoarse voice to sing a lyrical song in the tune of Xinjiang folk songs.
Han Xiaotian, who was held in his arms, had a buzzing in his ears and felt that his brain was almost shaken apart by the devilish sound.
Unfortunately, the big man from Western Xinjiang did not let him go.
Zhang Luye's arm, which was thicker than an ordinary person's thigh, exerted force again, pressing the old bones in his arms, making them creak.
Taking advantage of a break in the lyrics, Zhang Luye yelled, "You're singing too? Damn it! If you don't sing, you're not giving me face!"
"My God, my niece sings beautifully!"
Zhang Yansheng in the front row made a bitter face and reminded again: "Dad, this is the wrong generation."
Zhang Luye frowned and said angrily, "What do you mean by wrong generation? That's right! From now on, Jiang girl will be your sister!"
"Uncle Yun said that he has adopted Jiang girl as his godson. So, you want to live with me for the rest of my life?"
Zhang Yansheng shrank his neck and pretended to concentrate on singing.
"~How much~"
"~A childish face standing on a nameless hill~"
"~Watching the direction of home~"
Unfortunately, the Zhang family didn’t seem to have much musical talent, and for a while the main stand was filled with ghosts howling and demons dancing.
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"~Winter comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter stores~"
"~Mountains and seas cannot stop me...from returning home~"
"~When I came, it was snowing...When I left, it was sunny~"
"~Look at the flowers still blooming...fragrant~"
The 52nd Army’s headquarters, in the small square of the Second Battalion.
More than 300 soldiers sat in neat rows, singing along with Li Wei's singing on the screen.
Some young soldiers' eyes became red as they sang.
There was also an old squad leader with a rough voice and an expression full of memories.
Zhongli took off his glasses and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.
He glanced at Liu Jianjie beside him and couldn't help but say.
"Old Liu! Remember when we first arrived in Western Xinjiang, it was snowing?"
"Captain, isn't that right? The snow was so deep when we first arrived at the position."
Liu Jianjie used his hands to measure height. "Damn it! I was so cold I was shivering. I thought I'd never be able to go back."
Zhongli was silent for a moment, then he sighed, "It's time to let Brother Ye go home. He's already so old..."
"Go back... and show us the blossoming flowers in Shuchuan. How wonderful!"
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