Xing Baohua waited for Grandpa Li and told him to go to the cultural troupe in the afternoon.
Grandpa Li said it wasn't good to rush there like this, and he didn't say it had to be today. He suggested that Xing Baohua call them to ask. What if we made a wasted trip?
Xing Baohua thought about it and agreed.
I went to the arts and crafts school to borrow a phone to call Commander Zhu, but the person who answered said that the commander was out in a meeting.
I called Li Wengang again, and he answered. I told him to tell Xing Baohua to come over tomorrow, as I was too busy to receive him today.
Well, thank goodness I listened to Grandpa Li, otherwise I would have made a wasted trip today.
Grandpa Li wanted to go home; after all, he'd been away for so many days and was a bit homesick. But Xing Baohua dragged him to the guesthouse.
Grandpa Li was a little dissatisfied, so Xing Baohua said, "I'll let you go back tonight, so it won't interfere with your exercise?"
Grandpa Li thought about the word "exercise" for a long time before he understood it, and he almost slapped Xing Baohua on the back of the head.
Xing Baohua wanted to take this opportunity to get some scores from Grandpa Li. He figured he had to strike while the iron was hot.
When the two returned to the guesthouse, Xing Baohua saw her sister-in-law and a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. Both were dressed in green with red collar tabs. No matter how you looked at it, the green outfit of that era seemed to have a certain charm, especially on a girl; it had an indescribable, timeless appeal.
There's a saying that's become a proverb: "Wearing green and red collar tabs, you're the strongest individual soldier."
No matter the era, there are always the strongest individual fighters. It's the color of their uniforms that represents memories and passion.
"I've been waiting for you for so long, why aren't you coming back at noon?" Geng Ling said.
“I had lunch with them. You didn’t go with them this morning!” Xing Baohua said.
"Not high enough level," Geng Ling said, quickly introducing the middle-aged man beside her.
"This is Ren Jianchao from our group, who is in charge of arrangement and composition. We invited him here today so that you could write down what you sang yesterday," Geng Ling said.
Xing Baohua shook hands with Ren Jianchao, who was dressed in green, and they exchanged pleasantries.
Open the door and let everyone in.
Grandpa Li winked at Xing Baohua, indicating that he had something to say.
Xing Baohua and Grandpa Li arrived at the door and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
“Look, you have even more advanced music transcription skills here. Should I go back?” said Grandpa Li.
“Why go back? You’re not working anymore. You get paid monthly. Leaving now would be considered leaving early. You can work with that person. Oh, and don’t you speak Russian? You might need it later.”
After Xing Baohua finished speaking, he brought the depressed Mr. Li back into the house.
The room is a standard room, not very big, with a table and chairs, and can seat four people. Anyway, both beds can be used for seating.
Xing Baohua busied herself preparing water and making tea.
After finishing, Xing Baohua asked Grandpa Li to take out the book he had written, "The Dawns Here Are Quiet," and show it to Teacher Ren.
There was sheet music and lyrics. Teacher Ren looked at the sheet music, hummed along while keeping the beat, and then added the lyrics.
Teacher Ren's voice is a bit thin, but Xing Baohua just doesn't get the same feel for it. He can't help but compare it to the original singer.
Without the refinement of experience and age, coupled with a voice tinged with three packs of cigarettes a day, one cannot sing with that kind of flavor.
When we entered section B, the smell of Grandpa Li's eight packs of cigarettes a day immediately came through.
The two singers, one high and one low, are both professionals and know how to coordinate their voices.
It was so loud it sent chills down my spine, and this was a cappella, without any accompaniment!
Grandpa Li also got into the mood, and after he finished singing, he started the song. During section B, Ren Jianchao cut in.
The effect is much better than before.
After the song ended, the two musicians looked at each other and burst into laughter.
The shocked sister-in-law said to Xing Baohua, "You did this too? You even speak Russian?"
"I can write it, but it's not in Russian. Teacher Li translated it for me; I just made it up."
"You never tell the truth. I don't know what Xiaofang saw in you," Geng Ling said.
"I guess, it should be, it was probably caused by a song by Xiao Fang. I remember when I was setting up the sound system, I was in a good mood and sang a song by Xiao Fang. I had no idea her name was Xiao Fang."
"Don't mention that Xiao Fang you sang about." Geng Ling felt a little scared when she thought about how Xing Baohua's shout almost scared her into falling into Daming Lake.
Teacher Li and Teacher Ren began organizing the arrangement, discussing it with each other.
Xing Baohua chatted with his sister-in-law.
Xing Baohua's sister-in-law told her that she would be leaving next week.
Xing Baohua didn't know what to say. He just said one sentence: "Be careful."
Xing Baohua guessed that his sister-in-law would at most perform a show of support from the back. As for the front? He figured she wouldn't be allowed to go up there.
It's not dangerous at all.
In the afternoon, Xing Baohua hummed "The Motherland Will Not Forget You," with Teacher Li's assistance and Teacher Ren's writing, and it was finished quickly.
Xing Baohua treated everyone to dinner that evening, and they continued practicing sheet music. After dinner, he sent his sister-in-law home.
Grandpa Li really wanted to go home, but Xing Baohua wouldn't let him. Seizing the opportunity, he quickly composed another song.
"How can you treat people like donkeys?" Grandpa Li said with dissatisfaction.
"No, Mr. Li, it's all for work. Please don't worry, I'm not some kind of exploitative person," Xing Baohua reassured Mr. Li with a gentle smile. Inwardly, however, he chuckled to himself: 'My surname is Xing, and my given name is Bloodsucker.'
Guo Hongxia came over that evening and was startled to see people inside singing and gesturing.
Xing Baohua was also startled. Why was this woman here again? She's still not giving up on wanting his body!
As we reached the door, I asked, "Why are you coming at night again? Do you know that this is a bad influence on me?"
"I'm sorry, well, didn't you draw that picture yesterday? I thought you could bring it over today, but you were busy. I thought I'd come and get the picture so I could take a look and maybe it could be of some help," Guo Hongxia explained.
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