Chapter 318 The Commander cried, and a memory came to his mind
When we arrived at the door of the dance hall, Duan Yanfei, a familiar face from Taihe Street, appeared.
The two of them held up their tickets and the gate staff quickly made an exception and let them pass.
"Tonight is the big day of the dance hall's opening. You see the line outside has stretched out to the outside of the square. It will definitely be very lively later." Duan Yanfei said this, probably because he was really worried that Han Dixing would be swept away by the crowd.
"That shows how lucky I am. I got caught up in the excitement as soon as I arrived in Kunming."
"Follow me closely and don't get lost." Duan Yanfei grabbed his wrist and walked through the dense crowd at the door into the dance hall lit up with colorful lights.
Although Han Dixing lived in a small county town, he had seen the world in the capital.
When I was still in school, I would go to my brother's house in Beijing to play during every holiday.
I also followed some children from wealthy families who came to Beijing and entered high-end places such as the Great Wall Hotel, where all the goods were foreign.
He followed closely behind Duan Yanfei and looked around, "Let's find a place to sit down. Do you have any drinks?"
Duan Yanfei suddenly turned his head and chuckled, "There must be drinks for sale! Are you treating?"
"Okay! Let's go to where there are seats..." Han Dixing pointed to the booths on both sides of the stage, where many customers were already sitting.
In a corner of the stage, the band had already started performing, and the venue was bustling and full of atmosphere.
Duan Yanfei pulled Han Dixing through the crowd and walked to a dim booth. "Let's sit here. You can see the performance on the stage from this angle."
"Isn't this a disco? There are so many young men and women here, are they going to dance?"
Duan Yanfei couldn't help but laugh and gave him a strange look, "Disco is a place for dancing, don't come into the city like a country bumpkin."
The two of them sat down with a smile and ordered Arctic Ocean soda.
Han Dixing drank sweet soda and looked at the crowded customers in the venue.
Then, he heard Duan Yanfei whisper in his ear: "Did you see those girls wearing red silk skirts? They are female workers from the nearby cotton textile factory..."
It was the early 1980s, and young people were beginning to fall in love with jeans and T-shirts. Many lesbians did not wear bras and wore simple short-sleeved shirts.
Han Dixing looked down at the gray-blue Zhongshan suit he was wearing.
Look inside the dance hall, many young people are wearing tight jeans that wrap around their thighs tightly, and their buttocks sway when they walk.
The female workers from the nearby cotton textile factory, wearing beautiful red silk skirts, encouraged each other and finally walked into the lively and trendy disco.
I don't know who gave the boss Qin Wu the idea, but before the dance hall opened, he teamed up with the Kunming Evening News to publish a notice to publicly recruit performance models for the dance hall.
This is the first time that trendy performances have landed in Kunming since the opening of the first disco in Beijing.
This revival attracted 190 unemployed young people to sign up. Qin Wu selected 20 young girls and 10 handsome young men from these applicants to form a model performance team for the dance hall. They were paid a fixed monthly salary of 35 yuan, and those who could perform special performances on stage could also receive subsidies.
Qin Wu invited many big and small boss friends from Kunming City.
Duan Sui-li, who was originally scheduled to go on a business trip to Shenzhen, postponed his trip out of consideration for his eldest nephew and stayed in Kunming to set up the sanitary cotton production line.
That morning, Qin Wu heard that Duan Suili was still busy with the new production line of the factory in Kunming, so he went to the factory specially and invited him to go to Taihe Street in the evening to drink and watch the trendy model show.
Duan Suili's car stopped at the side of the road in the small square, and Qin Wu was standing outside the door of the ballroom to greet guests, and he had already seen Duan Suili's car.
He quickly trotted over and helped open the car door.
Duan Suili's voice was calm and emotionless: "Qin Wu, congratulations on the opening of your dance hall."
"Thank you! Thank you!" Qin Wu bowed, with a rather chivalrous tone, "Master Jiu, you have come to show your support in person. I am a hundred times happier than during the Chinese New Year."
"The opening is quite lively." Duan Suili glanced at the entrance of the dance hall with calm eyes, and saw young men and women queuing to enter.
"Master Jiu, you may not know that I have put a lot of effort into developing the dance hall's business." Qin Wu respectfully welcomed Duan Suili into the crowded and bustling dance hall.
Although Duan Suili is the head of the richest family in western Yi, he never visits places of drinking and sex.
The small business owners who arrived at the dance hall before him, seeing Duan Suili come in person to support Qin Wu, couldn't help but stand up from the semicircular booths with expectant eyes, all hoping to sit and drink with the head of the Duan family.
"Master Jiu, please come this way." Qin Wu was in high spirits as if he was celebrating a good event. He led Duan Suili to the semi-circular booth diagonally opposite the stage.
As soon as the head of the Duan family arrived, everyone around them felt a sense of oppression.
The performance team appeared on stage and caused a sensation.
As the dance hall's performance team, the girls painted their lips bright red, wore exaggerated white plastic hoop earrings on their ears, and their hair was all tied up, with their bangs permed into small curls, giving them a foreign cowboy style.
The band on the stage played passionate and unrestrained music.
The first disco party started on time with the sound of drums, and the young men and women below the stage couldn't help but dance.
As the beat sounded, the performers on the stage trembled their legs to the beat and relaxed their waists.
"Our disco is relatively free and unrestrained. It can be performed by one person or in pairs. There is no fixed form." Qin Wu sat next to them, pouring wine while explaining to Duan Suili.
Duan Suili frowned slightly and glanced at the brightly lit venue. The men and women were swaying like they had smacked of psychedelic candy. The noisy and noisy environment was a bit difficult to adapt to.
"However, we have a song for the finale, which is very exciting. It is the song written by the girl you brought last time. After I had the band rehearse it, the result was very suitable for my dance hall. Master Jiu, how about changing to that song for the next one?"
Duan Suili paused with the wine glass in his hand, "The girl I brought last time wrote a song?"
"Yes, but the latter part seems to be unfinished, but the former part is very effective." Qin Wu had already seen it, but Duan Suili didn't know about it. He waved to the waiter standing next to him and explained it to him.
The waiter hurried to the direction of the stage.
Two minutes later, a new song was played in the dance hall.
The moment the tune sounded, its clean and bright style, as well as its pure European disco flavor, immediately attracted Duan Sui-li's attention.
He had heard similar disco music when he was studying in London.
I couldn't help but wonder, how could Wang Ziru write a purely European style of music given her experience of living in the countryside? Had she ever been to Beijing before?
Duan Yanfei had already pulled Han Dixing, holding a bottle of Arctic Ocean soda in one hand, and walked into the dance floor, swaying with many young people.
As the foreign-style tune became more and more melody, Duan Yanfei shrugged her shoulders provocatively and swayed closely with Han Dixing, which made the man, who had never experienced such a thing, blush slightly.
That night, the special forces were more than a hundred kilometers away from Kunming City.
The oath-taking ceremony on the playground and the rehearsal of the performances were also quite lively.
Among these female soldiers, there were several arts soldiers. With them as the lead, they easily rehearsed several singing and dancing programs, which won thunderous applause from the soldiers.
There were children watching everywhere around the playground, under the trees, and on the high ridges.
The wives of the soldiers in the family compound had no other entertainment, so they all stood under the trees from a distance to watch the soldiers perform.
On the fifth floor, Baoer and Fu Jiqiu hurried home, "Mom, it will be Dad's turn to perform in two shows. Are you really not going to watch Dad perform?"
In the small study, Wang Ziru was leaning back in a chair, reading a copy of "Jane Eyre" in her hand.
Hearing the two children rushing back home, she slowly turned her face away and chuckled, "Mom likes to stay at home and read for a while. You two can go watch Dad's performance."
"But the piece of music that Daddy is going to play tonight was written by Mommy. Do you really want to see the warriors like Daddy?" Baoer walked to the desk and held her mother's soft little hand with some hope.
"Be good, you and Fu Jiqiu, go downstairs and watch Dad's performance. Mom has already seen it."
Touching the child's wrinkled little face, Wang Ziru said there was no need to look at it again after having seen it before.
Fu Jiqiu also hoped that Auntie could watch the performance of the Han Army with them. He paused and asked, "Auntie, do you dislike watching performances?"
"No, I've already seen BoA's father perform."
The two children went downstairs again in disappointment, ran to Commander Duan, and sat on the small stool to watch the performance.
At this time, Zhou Zijiao, the announcer, walked onto the stage.
"Next, we would like to invite Han Bingtuan to perform a Hulusi performance called "Love and Freedom". Please come on stage."
After Zhou Zijiao finished her announcement in a pleasant voice, she retreated to the edge of the stage.
There was applause from below.
At last year's New Year's Eve party, Han Suijing performed a pan-xiao piece called "Song of the Mountain Eagle". The melody was peaceful, profound, and lofty, which made people feel bright and amazed the entire party.
It is said that the song this time was written by his young wife.
Commander Duan sat on a high stool, crossed his legs, the hot tea in the enamel pot in his hand was almost cold, and he was looking forward to Han Suijing's performance on stage.
Han Suijing walked to the front of the stage with his musical instrument, the Hulusi, and someone had already prepared the music score for him.
In the interweaving of night and lights, Han Suijing played the song that he had only played once, like a shy little girl slowly walking in front of the bustling crowd, and the melodious tune echoed in the empty night sky.
Commander Duan sat on a stool, his brows furrowed as he listened, and memories surged into his heart.
The man on the stage had already immersed himself in his own world of ecstasy. The moving melody sounded again, bringing him back to the depths of the beautiful and mysterious past!
Commander Duan became increasingly sad, his nostrils suddenly felt hot and his eyes became moist.
He had a profound feeling that the precious thing that he had once held in his hands but had never truly possessed seemed to have been lost by him.
As everyone was listening fascinatedly, a tall figure stood up from the stool and quietly disappeared into the night.
Li Junfeng was listening attentively, but suddenly he turned around and caught a glimpse of the commander's tall back. His eyelids jumped violently, and he murmured to himself in fear: "Commander, you old man..., don't let it get you down."