Before the military wives finished singing, Zhou Sese took the children to the backstage.
As a result, the head of the art troupe came towards him.
She said apologetically, "Sister-in-law, Teacher Wen is not feeling well, so can you let Teacher Wen perform first? And arrange your performance after Teacher Wen?"
Zhou Sese sneered.
Of course she understood what warmth meant.
Wen Nuan simply felt that adding a poor ending would make her laugh to death by the audience.
The head of the art troupe was afraid that Zhou Sese would not agree. "Sister-in-law, how about this? You give the next performance position to Teacher Wen. I will agree to whatever time you want to choose to perform next."
The head of the art troupe was right. It was quite difficult to do so at the moment. Zhou Sese naturally would not embarrass her. She said kindly and friendly, "It's okay, let's change it. Then we will perform the next one."
Hearing this.
The head of the art troupe breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, sister-in-law!"
The sisters-in-law outside said that Zhou Sese was the most difficult to talk to, but she thought that Zhou Sese was a good person!
After the head of the art troupe said a few words to Zhou Sese, he hurried over to make arrangements.
Chunsheng said, "Humph! Aunt Zhou, why did you agree to switch with her?"
Zhou Sese laughed and explained, "She thinks we are just adding insult to injury, so let's make this matter a starting point. Let's let Teacher Wen see who is the broken brick in the mud and who is the transparent jade in the museum."
Chunsheng scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't understand."
Xingxing explained simply, "Teacher Wen thought our program was too bad, so she switched the order. If a bad program were to follow a good one, people would laugh at it. But our program isn't bad at all, it's much better than hers."
This is followed by a warm violin solo.
The delicate, soft and lingering sound of the violin pierced through the sky.
Zhou Sese stood backstage and peeked out through the gap in the curtain. She saw the old director sitting in the middle. The old director listened to the heartwarming program seriously, and gradually, tears condensed in his eyelashes and wet his eyes.
This violin solo lasted for more than twenty minutes.
Finally the sound stopped abruptly.
The old leader was the first to applaud.
A second later, the sound of applause shook the sky.
A warm farewell.
The host came on stage and read out the next program list.
After hearing that it was Zhou Sese's program, Gu Zhonghua was very worried, "It's over, why did my sister-in-law's program come after Teacher Wen's program?"
Sheng Xijiang, who was already in a bad mood, suddenly turned his head. His dark pupils were like thick ink that could not be dissolved. A questioning look flashed across his eyes, "What do you mean? You said Sese is not as good as her?"
Gu Zhonghua: “…”
The curtain opens.
Gu Zhonghua pointed to the stage and said, "Alright! The more I talk, the more mistakes I make. I won't say a word. Let's just focus on watching the show."
There was a dull sound of wheels turning.
Immediately following.
An old man in a wheelchair slowly walked onto the stage, holding a book in his hand.
Political Commissar: "My father? Why do I have a father? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Sheng Xijiang: "Shut up."
political commissar:"……"
The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and his hand holding the book was trembling slightly. He came to the corner of the table, slowly stopped turning his wheelchair, took a long sigh, and slowly opened the book.
One page, two pages...
Wait until Diandian, who is wearing a skirt, runs up to her and asks, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"
The old man said, "I miss you."
The book is placed aside.
The old man turned his wheelchair and left again. Diandian walked over curiously and opened the book.
A moment.
It seemed as if two beams of light appeared in the book and shone on Diandian's face. The next second, the curtain in the middle was pulled open, and the scene behind it was so surprising that people were dumbfounded. It was - grass.
There were also young people who were hungry and pale.
Dian Dian, a camera carved from wood hanging on her chest, slowly walked over. They were very curious about her sudden appearance. "Girl, where are your parents? Why are you alone?"
Diandian looked at them, his eyes trembling slightly, "I... I don't know where this is, who are you?"
Song Qingming, who was chewing on the bark, smiled and said, "This is grass, sister, do you want to eat it?"
Nodding his head, his eyes fell on their straw sandals, "It's okay for you to wear straw sandals now, but what about in winter?"
Song Qingming smiled, bit a piece of bark hard, and chewed it hard in his mouth. It must be hard and bitter because he never swallowed it. "Winter, haha, it doesn't matter. We may not survive this winter. Girl, where are you from?"
Diandian said with a choked voice, "I...I've been here since 1980."
Song Qingming was stunned for a moment. "19...1980? So we...were we victorious?"
Dian Dian nodded vigorously, "We won, we won."
suddenly.
The sound of fighter jets rang out in the sky.
Everyone panicked, "Hide, hide!"
But there is flat grass on all sides, how can I hide?
Song Qingming held Diandian back and said, "We must protect our descendants. Even if we don't have air-raid shelters, we still have the Great Wall made of flesh and blood."
"good!"
"good!"
Almost instantly, Diandian was hidden among many people, and bombs were dropped one by one...
When the bombing was over, Diandian pushed the brothers who were protecting her, "Brother?"
But no one spoke to her.
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