Qiu Suquan angrily said, "How can you be like this? Is this just my problem? The division commander handed over the task, so why shouldn't we come to you to discuss it? We fail to defeat the Southern Corps every year. Are you planning to lose again this year?"
Qin Xiao said disapprovingly, "Winning the military competition is enough. Losing this kind of cultural performance is a big deal. I'm not interested. Go back!"
Shao Hongwei said, "I also think what Lao Qin said is right. We just need to win the military competition. The Southern Corps has come here with great difficulty. Losing the competition is already embarrassing. And then they have to lose in singing and dancing. It seems that we, as the host, are very intolerant."
Ji Xia combed her hair and went out. When the three saw her, they all stood up.
Qiu Suquan was quite embarrassed and was about to say goodbye to Shao Hongwei. Ji Xia asked, "Are you going to have a literary and artistic competition with the Southern Corps?"
"Yes, every year when they come here for cold-resistance training, they will have a literary test and a martial arts competition with us." Qiu Suquan was the one who took the lead in this matter, and he was really annoyed.
Shao Hongwei added, "To be precise, it was during the first cold-weather training. They lost the martial arts competition, and those dog coins were not convinced. In the end, the division commander added a literary test. Later, it became a routine and it happens every year."
Ji Xia said, "This is also good. The army can't just focus on training. It would be nice to have some cultural activities to liven up the atmosphere."
"The key is that we lose every time!" said Qiu Suquan.
If you always lose in any competition, it will not arouse people's interest and will instead discourage people's enthusiasm.
"Why?" Ji Xia asked.
"We can't compare to the Southern Corps in singing or dancing. Their art troupe always leads them in singing and dancing, and their art arrangements are very good. We don't have such talent here, so we've always been quite behind."
Qiu Suquan looked at Qin Xiao with resentment. Everyone knew that the pillar of the Southern Corps liked Qin Xiao and that he would pursue her every year. This tradition was also proposed by that pillar. With the idea that "if I can't attract you, I will conquer you", he tricked the division commander into agreeing to it. However, they competed every year and he lost every year.
Ji Xia couldn't help but laugh. She remembered the past, when every time the army held a party or a farewell party after an exchange with other corps, and each team had to put on a show, they were also worried to death.
Later, she came up with an idea: draw lots, and whoever draws the lot will be on the show.
Moreover, every program was about singing military songs. Later, the military commander got tired of it and specifically asked them to sing a different song, even "Little Apple" would be fine.
These are all things that happened in the past, but when I think about them, I still feel very warm inside.
Ji Xia thought about it and realized that it was actually very easy to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm. He changed his mind and decided not to say anything for the time being. He listened to the three of them chatting for a while. Qiu Suquan was so angry that he didn't get Qin Xiao's strong support that he left.
Shao Hongwei advised, "Lao Qin, you too, always don't support Lao Qiu's work, so it's no wonder he always goes against you."
Qin Xiao said, "If I were to go on a mission, do you think I would support you? If you have the ability, you can do it. If you don't have the ability, how can I support you?"
"How about you go up and sing a song yourself?" Shao Hongwei said.
"Get lost!" Qin Xiao chased Shao Hongwei away.
The assembly call sounded outside. Qin Xiao quickly tidied up his appearance, told Ji Xia not to go out casually, and ran out himself.
Ji Xia sorted out a set of audio equipment and a projector from the space. She adjusted it a little, then put all the songs of this era in it. She also selected some patriotic songs, erased the names of the composers and lyricists and put them in.
Doing so is actually very infringing.
Ji Xia also hesitated again and again, but at this special time, the cultural and entertainment life of both the military and the common people was very poor, so she finally allowed herself to do this immoral thing.
If there is retribution, let it be on her head!
In the evening, when Qin Xiao came back, there was a piece of white cloth hanging on the wall of the house. It was showing pictures like a movie, but there was no one on it. All of them were very beautiful scenes, shown frame by frame, with lyrics below. Only the accompaniment was playing, and no one was singing.
It was a song called "Returning from Target Practice". Qin Xiao listened to the music and started singing along in his heart.
Ji Xia came out of the room and saw Qin Xiao staring at the screen. She handed him a microphone and said, "Try singing!"
Qin Xiao was stunned for a moment, holding the microphone in his hand, hesitating for a long time, unable to speak. He looked at Ji Xia with a red face, and his aggrieved eyes seemed to be accusing something.
Soon, the song "Returning from Target Practice" ended, and the next song was "As Wish". When the prelude sounded, Ji Xia took the microphone from his hand.
When the subtitles appeared at the bottom of the screen, Ji Xia sang along with the rhythm and looked at Qin Xiao.
This was a song about national love that sounded like a love song. When Ji Xia sang the opening, Qin Xiao's face flushed red. Slowly, he felt something was amiss, and his expression grew more serious. Before he could even feel embarrassed or angry, tears welled up in his eyes.
Ji Xia sang the song with deep emotion. The volume of the microphone was turned down very low, but people next to him could still hear it.
Next door, Ye Fengmei was cooking and was so engrossed in listening to music that she cried out in surprise when black smoke came out of the pot. A plate of vegetables had been carbonized, and the key point was that it was fried with lard.
This is not a waste!
Ye Fengmei couldn't help but get angry. "Where did Xiao Qin get this phonograph at home? He sings so beautifully."
Zhou Yeping was reading a newspaper. As he read, his ears pricked up. Listening to the song next door, his thoughts drifted to the distant past. The scenes he had personally experienced flashed before his eyes. Unconsciously, his eyes were filled with tears.
After hearing this song, he seemed to be relieved. The blood he had shed and the life-and-death experiences he had experienced were all worth it.
He believed that if those old comrades and revolutionary predecessors who sacrificed their lives heard this song, they would surely smile in their graves.
Future generations have never forgotten them!
After the song ended, Ji Xia turned off the equipment, put the microphone away, and said to Qin Xiao, "I'm planning to give this equipment to you. What do you think?"
Qin Xiao hugged Ji Xia into his arms, buried his face in her neck, and said in a low voice, "Xia Xia, do you think the future will really be a prosperous era?"
Ji Xia's whole body was a little stiff. She knew that Qin Xiao would suspect her, but she didn't expect Qin Xiao to ask in this way.
Qin Xiao took a deep breath and didn't ask Ji Xia to answer. He said, "I know that everything will pass, and the prosperous era will eventually come!"
He regretted asking as soon as he asked, although he really wanted to hear a positive answer.
Ji Xia put her arm around his waist and back, patted him gently, and said, "Our path is not wrong. Our efforts will eventually be rewarded. All mistakes will be corrected, and a prosperous era is just around the corner!"
This is the darkest hour before dawn, but it will eventually pass!
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