Chapter 547 Bonfire Party 7
Bai Xue's face was a mixture of blue and white, but the darkness, the firelight, and the red bloodshot on her face made it look less obvious.
Su Junlin felt that his wife's suggestion was too indecent, so he reached out and touched her legs and feet, "Comrade Bai Xue, please sit down after singing. The mutton is ready. You can try the cooking skills of Liao the cook. He learned this from an old Tibetan."
Bai Xue sat down angrily.
Considering Lu Jiang's future crisis, Feng Qingxue took care of Su Junlin's face. After all, Bai Xue's suggestion would embarrass Su Junlin, and Su Junlin would definitely not be able to get up. So she smiled and said to the commander: "Comrade Commander, although I am not an art soldier in the art troupe, I have a heart that loves the motherland and cares about the border guards. Since Comrade Bai Xue has proposed this, it would seem a bit regrettable if I don't sing. Now I beg Comrade Commander to allow me to sing to cheer everyone up."
The commander clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay, okay, I allow it!"
Decades later, young people who have a little bit of qualifications have all been microphone masters. Who can't sing a few classic old songs?
Children from scholarly families have been exposed to classical music to some extent. Feng Qingxue can even sing the operas that her elders like. After living with Aunt Xu, she has also received some guidance from Aunt Xu on music.
In this regard, Feng Qingxue is a person with solid foundation.
Although my skills are not profound, they are enough to cope with the current situation.
Because she was a military wife, Feng Qingxue had carefully checked the information in the space, picked out the red songs of the era one by one according to the year, and copied them into a large book to prevent herself from accidentally humming a tune that didn't exist yet.
"The sun sets in the west and the clouds turn red. The soldiers are returning to the camp after target practice. Returning to the camp..."
Feng Qingxue's beautiful and clear singing voice floated in the air, and everyone who heard it was stunned.
This voice is one of the best even in the art troupe.
Lu Jiang looked proud, but in his heart he remembered Bai Xue's provocation to his wife.
"...the red flower on my chest reflects the colorful clouds, and the joyful singing fills the sky..." Feng Qingxue covered her heart with her hands, her bright eyes gleaming with determination, "...praising us for our good singing, and praising us for our best marksmanship..."
It lingers in everyone's heart and cannot be forgotten for a long time.
"good!"
“Okay, okay!”
The reaction to Bai Xue's song was much greater than that after she finished singing. There were cheers and applause, one after another.
Su Junlin's complexion also looked better than before, and he cheered repeatedly.
"Sorry for showing off!" Feng Qingxue said with a smile.
"No, no, it's definitely not a show of embarrassment. It's beyond everyone's expectations! Comrade Qingxue." Ye Zhengjun said, then turned to Lu Jiang and asked, "This song has only been sung for a few years. You taught Comrade Qingxue, right? I didn't expect you to be so good, Lu Jiang. Since you can teach such a good student, why don't you open your voice when everyone else is singing?"
Feng Qingxue said hurriedly, "He didn't teach me. Our Lu Jiang has a very high voice when shouting slogans. Please don't make it difficult for him to sing. Commander Ye, I learned this song after listening to Brother Anbang sing it a few times."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Zhao Anbang had a good voice, and he missed his military career very much. He often took Xibao out for fun, humming military songs non-stop, and the children at home learned from him. This song was most likely to appear, otherwise Feng Qingxue would not have chosen this song. After all, she had to find a learning channel for the songs she sang.
(End of this chapter)