Chapter 231: A Man's Old Military Uniform (Additional Update)
"I love Tiananmen Square in Beijing. The sun is rising over Tiananmen Square..."
This afternoon.
On the way away from Song Qingqian's house, Jiang Rou hummed the song she had practiced all afternoon. The soft and graceful music slowly floated in her mind.
Zhou Xiaohua, who was beside her, listened quietly, raising her hands from time to time.
She raised one hand high and circled the other, her small fingers moving back and forth.
Jiang Rou didn't realize what Zhou Xiaohua was doing at first and thought it was just a child's self-entertainment.
But after looking at it a few more times.
Zhou Xiaohua's posture is exactly the same as the movement of Han Jongshu playing the accordion.
"Xiaohua? Do you like the accordion?"
Zhou Xiaohua stopped moving her arms and looked up at Jiang Rou with her round eyes.
She nodded heavily.
【I like it! I like it very much! 】
This was Zhou Xiaohua's first contact with a musical instrument in the true sense of the word.
The accordion is amazing. The music is so loud, so clear, and so long.
She has a small harmonica, which Jiang Rou bought for her.
The harmonica can produce many musical sounds, including high and low notes.
But the small harmonica is a completely different instrument from the big accordion.
Even the texture of the music is different.
Jiang Rou looked at Zhou Xiaohua's starry eyes, which were so shining.
I couldn't help but feel my heart soften as I touched her round little cheek.
"Xiaohua, wait a little longer...we will definitely have them in the future. Not only an accordion, but also a cello, a violin, and a piano! As long as it's something my little Hua likes, we'll have them all! Xiaohua, what do you think?"
Zhou Xiaohua didn't understand what "cello, violin, and piano" meant, but since Jiang Rou said so, they must be good things.
She smiled brilliantly and nodded vigorously.
…
In the blink of an eye.
The time came to May 4th.
This is a special day, but for the troops who follow procedures and strictly abide by discipline, there is nothing special about it.
Zhou Chongshan still has to go out early, and his daily schedule is full of training and work.
But...
Before he went out, he saw Jiang Rou trying on a piece of clothing.
A military green, loose, and somewhat old-fashioned military jacket.
"Wife, why did you take this out? If you need clothes, you can make new ones. You don't have to save money, just spend as much as you want."
Jiang Rou adjusted the collar of her military uniform and replied.
"I don't need new clothes. I'm wearing this today because I want it to be my performance outfit."
Zhou Chongshan was surprised, "Performance clothes?"
Jiang Rou put on a loose coat, picked up the belt beside her, and tied it around her waist.
The originally wide coat suddenly became tighter.
To use the words of the trend of the times, it is an oversized style, a definite boyfriend style.
Zhou Chongshan couldn't understand what style it was, he just felt that the black leather belt was tied around Jiang Rou's waist.
Very thin.
She was wearing his old military uniform.
There's an indescribable feeling of heat boiling in my chest.
Because there was no mirror, Jiang Rou simply turned around in front of Zhou Chongshan.
"How is it? Does this fit me?"
"nice."
His wife is the prettiest.
The old man made a muffled sound, his eyes staring straight ahead.
Jiang Rou touched the clothes on her body and was quite satisfied.
She was even more satisfied with the look on Zhou Chongshan's face.
"Qingqian and I have agreed that we will wear this military uniform when we go on stage and sing together."
Jiang Rou approached Zhou Chongshan, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the man's firm chin.
bo~
"The cultural performance starts at six o'clock. Remember the time and don't be late."
Zhou Chongshan felt the soft touch on his cheek, and was torn for a moment between his sweet wife and the military discipline.
He said in a deep voice, "Okay."
The man stared at Jiang Rou's red lips with his black eyes and kissed her heavily.
After greedily sucking a bit of sweetness.
He took a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking out.
Indoors.
Jiang Rou sat on the edge of the bed with weak legs, and her disordered breathing took a long time to recover.
Men in military uniforms are the seduction of uniforms.
The same is true for women in military uniforms.
…
The venue for the literary and artistic performance was chosen to be an open space in front of the village commune.
A medium-sized wooden platform was built using wood.
There are long benches under the table, connected one by one.
The purpose of this evening party is to highlight the "family ties between the military and the people" and, at the same time, alleviate the negative impact of previous conflicts.
Lin Yulan did a very good job in promoting this cultural performance, and with the call of the village party secretary, almost everyone knew about it.
At around four or five in the afternoon, villagers came over one after another to take a look at what was going on.
There were also younger children, spinning around the benches, happily playing games.
The time gradually approached six o'clock.
Because it is summer, it gets dark late, the afterglow of sunset is still there, and the sunset glow hangs in the sky, a golden glow that becomes the best background.
The crowd gradually gathered in front of the commune, and the noisy voices and the laughter of children playing games intertwined with each other.
In addition to the villagers, soldiers in blue and white uniforms gradually appeared.
They stood at the outermost circle in tacit understanding, not competing with the villagers for the middle position, and stood in neat rows.
Even during leisure time, one can still see the strict discipline.
Jiang Rou, Song Qingqian, and some other people who were going to perform were in the lounge arranged by the commune organization.
People kept coming in and out.
It was the first time for Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhou Xiaohua to be in a place with so many people. They sat quietly in the corner, looking at the people coming and going with curiosity from time to time.
"You guys just sit here first, and when the show starts, go to the front to watch the show."
Jiang Rou warned carefully.
At the same time, she carefully scanned the crowd outside, but after looking around, she still couldn't find Zhou Chongshan.
Is it because he hasn't come yet?
Thinking about it.
Song Yan arrived first.
Song Yan has gotten a bit more tan from the sun recently. His tan looks healthy and his smile reveals a row of white teeth.
"Sister-in-law, Zhou Tuan told me that you have something to do, so leave Xiaochuan and Xiaohua to me. I will take care of them and you can rest assured. Zhou Tuan also said that he will definitely come before the show starts."
When Jiang Rou heard this, she immediately understood that Zhou Chongshan was probably delayed again by something.
Being able to leave the two children to Song Yan made her feel much more at ease.
"Song Yan, I'm sorry for the trouble."
"Sister-in-law, you're welcome. Xiaohua, come, follow Uncle Shitou!"
Song Yan reached out to Zhou Xiaohua, picked up the little girl high, and left with Zhou Xiaochuan.
As soon as their figures walked away, there was a sudden cry of surprise from the crowd in front.
"Look, look... Is that girl also in the army? She looks so pretty in that red dress!"