The sparse applause was not enthusiastic. People sat together in groups of three or five, leaning against each other, around the campfire, watching Milong, who had torn a piece of flowered cloth from somewhere and wrapped his head with it. He looked a bit like an old woman from Northeast China.
One person played two roles and vividly performed the Northeast intangible cultural heritage: Errenzhuan.
"I miss my second brother so much! Haha! I draw one line on the wall in one day, and two days later I'll have two lines! I'll draw on the east wall, then the west wall, then the south wall, then the north wall. If I draw on the whole wall, it doesn't count. I'll climb up the ladder to the beams. If my parents hadn't been so strict, I'd draw along the main road all the way to Shenyang!"
Milong was singing on the stage, and people like Shuoyu were cheering him on from below! Even Maodou beside him was meowing along with him!
"Four grand operas are embroidered on the four corners. The first is about the Dutch Festival, the second is about a monk touring the nine provinces... In the middle is a big girl with flowers, who won't let you worry or feel sad~~~!"
It must be said that Milong's voice is so lively. When he opens his mouth, it's as if ten people are talking at the same time. It's very lively. When he sings enthusiastically, he even holds his son Lei Baoer on his head and dances with him. The child's laughter instantly ignites this irregular place like kerosene.
When the show was halfway through, Ayi seemed to have happened to walk beside him. Shuoyu glanced at him and pulled him to watch. The one singing was the Hunan-Sichuan duo "Not Spicy" and "Numb". It was a mess and very lively.
"Well, well, I want to sing a song too."
A Yi was a little embarrassed and spoke his request in a very low voice, but after he finished speaking, he lowered his head and gestured with his hands, as if he was about to give a lecture rather than ordering songs in a KTV.
Shuoyu smiled and agreed after hearing it. When Bula and the others went down, he went up to announce the show and took Ayi with him. He handed Ayi a piece of wooden stick that he had taken from somewhere to act as a microphone.
Lead everyone to applaud and give Ayi some encouragement. When the program was announced yesterday, Ayi also came but he didn't mention that he would be performing. Shuoyu thought he was embarrassed and didn't say anything (in fact, his name had already been written down).
Ayi stood in the middle of the circle of fire and the circle of people, shaking his bangs a little embarrassedly. He had a new pen pinned to his chest, which was his Christmas gift. He said, "Then I'll sing a song."
Ayi doesn’t know many songs, but the one he sings best, and also Shuoyu’s favorite, is Butterfly Flying~!
Although most guys started to get goosebumps when they heard this song, he and Maodou really liked it and sang along with him while shaking their heads. He thought Ayi was really talented in acting, if they didn't fight.
"The butterfly has flown away, but my heart is no longer with you! Who will come to wipe the tears from my cheeks in this long, dreary night?"
After Ayi finished, it was time for everyone to help with jazz from America. This guy came up with his own instrument, a small harmonica. When the sound from the other side of the ocean sounded, Shuoyu felt very novel. He pulled the confused Dashan beside him, put her feet on his feet, and taught her to dance Western dance.
Suddenly it turned into a dance party. With one person taking the lead, countless others wanted to join in the fun. Bu La pulled Yao Ma, Mi Long pulled his wife, Si La pulled his dog brother, and even Fan La, who was hiding in the corner, was invited by Xiao Zui's white hands to join this strange dance party.
Perhaps only they themselves knew what they were dancing to. The stars in the sky were watching the people on the ground dancing happily in the war, blinking with curiosity.
The party lasted until very late. There was no alcohol, but most of the guys were drunk. Milong grabbed half of Collins' whiskey and took his wife home. Shuoyu asked Kangya to drive Xiaozui, Milong's family, Fanla's parents and the borrowed table back home.
I was the only one left to clean up the mess, while the other shameless bastards had already found their own places to sleep.
The little tail behind him didn't say anything, just followed him, and followed him to find a room to lie down with the dizzy veterinarian on his back, and put everything back in place.
In his tent, Master Mai was holding Maodou, who was sleeping with his mouth open, and writing something in the moonlight. He was writing a letter to his wife and children who were far away in the other hemisphere.
When the moon was at its zenith, Shuo Yu found Fanla huddled in a bush with his eyes narrowed, shaking the music box in his hand to make the ballet girl on it spin and dance. Intermittent music could be heard from inside the bush. Fanla didn't notice him coming and was still fiddling with the music box.
He used a little harmless magic in it, which could make the music box always have music as long as the owner wanted. As long as he opened it, there would always be music. The music inside was recorded by himself, the song "Tomorrow Will Be Better".
Shuo Yu squatted aside. Actually, there wasn't much to clean up. Everyone had eaten very cleanly. The bowls used to hold the food were even slicker than if they had been washed. He just watched the rat spirit with bright eyes as the ballet girl spun around and around. The melodious music echoed in their small space.
"Does it look good? Are you annoying?"
"It looks good and sounds good." Fanla looked at the music box, holding it with both hands and staring at it.
"The Soviet Union is the place that the little bookworm mentioned last time. The people there love to dance, and their ballet is especially beautiful. After this war is over, you can go and see it, really."
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