As long as Chen Yuanwu was there, Jiang Jun didn't have to think of anything. He followed Chen Yuanwu into the actor's lounge behind the stage.
As soon as Jiang Lan saw Jiang Yun, she rushed over like a cannonball, hugged Jiang Yun, and cried and laughed: "Sister, I knew you were my savior!"
Jiang Jun was caught off guard and fell backwards. The pain in his waist, which had not been so severe before, was tugged again. "Gentle! Gently! It hurts so much!"
Chen Yuanwu quickly pulled Jiang Lan away and said, "Let's talk it over. Your sister's back is sprained and she's not healed yet."
"Ah?" Jiang Lan said with a bitter face, tears still hanging on her face: "Sister, I still want to ask you for help!"
The dozen or so female soldiers who were with Jiang Lan gathered around.
Jiang Lan cried and said, "We had been rehearsing well, thinking about giving a good performance to the leaders later, but just now, we can't find our accompaniment record!"
Without accompaniment music, dancing is like pantomime. It is difficult to dance in unison without a long-term dance partner.
Jiang Jun thought for a moment and said, "You can ask someone from the art troupe to help you play the piano."
Jiang Lan sobbed, "Everyone from the song and dance troupe and orchestra has left, the art troupe's next company hasn't returned from their performance yet, and I don't know where my only record is. I've searched everywhere but can't find it, and the leaders will be here in half an hour!"
Jiang Jun spread his hands and said, "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. If I were to go borrow a record now, I'd have to run quite far, wouldn't I? Half an hour wouldn't be enough, right?"
Jiang Lan sniffed: "Sister, it would be great if your waist didn't hurt!"
Jiang Jun scoffed, "Even if my back doesn't hurt, I can't make you a record!"
Jiang Lan bit her lip. "Sister, can't you play the piano? The art troupe has a grand piano. I saw it. It's really beautiful. They all say the sound is beautiful. If you play "Defend the Yellow River", it will definitely sound great!"
The grand piano was brought in by the Foreign Affairs Department to be played for the foreign guests when Admiral Dave came to question them. Later, it was said that Gao Lei's foreign affairs department was doing a good job in reception, so all future military and diplomatic guests would be received by Gao Lei's military region, and so the piano remained in the auditorium.
Jiang Jun was speechless. "You want me to play piano accompaniment for you?" He drew a half circle in the air with his finger and pointed at the other female soldiers. "You understand, but do they understand?"
Seeing her sister give in, Jiang Lan nodded and boasted, fearing that Jiang Jun would not agree: "When we rehearse, I am the lead dancer. They can dance well just by watching my gestures!"
The other female soldiers also echoed: "Yes, Jiang Lan will give us hand signals, and we won't make any mistakes no matter where we dance. We have rehearsed it several times!"
Jiang Lan begged: "Sister, just agree! If your waist hurts, I'll give you a massage after dancing. I'll rub it for you, okay?"
Jiang Jun bit his lip, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, he thought of Chen Jing's disdainful expression and said resolutely, "Okay!"
Jiang Lan burst into laughter and jumped up and cheered: "That's great!"
Jiang Jun got a headache when he saw Jiang Lan being so proud. Afraid that Jiang Lan would get carried away, he quickly stopped her and said, "Do you have sheet music? I need to prepare some."
Jiang Lan was dumbfounded. "No one from the orchestra is here. Where can I find the sheet music? What should I do?"
As he spoke, tears almost rolled out again.
A female soldier shouted, "I know where the sheet music is! There's a copy in the orchestra pit below the stage, by the conductor's station. I just don't know if it has this piece of music."
Jiang Lan was startled and startled, then burst into laughter through tears, "Yes, yes, yes! This piece is a repertoire, it must be in the conductor's score!"
Jiang Jun waved his hand: "Then hurry up and get it. I'll pour some water and take some medicine now."
Well, luckily the painkillers are still in my coat pocket!
Jiang Jun turned to look at Chen Yuanwu and smiled, "Hey, I'll just eat one slice, otherwise I won't be able to hold on any longer!"
Chen Yuanwu was extremely surprised. He was not surprised that Jiang Jun carried painkillers with him, but that he could play the piano. "Where did you learn to play the piano?"
Jiang Jun slapped his forehead. "Quick, find two people to help lift the piano to the side of the stage, and find two microphones facing the piano! I need to find some water and medicine quickly. The pain will take another ten minutes to subside."
There was no one else backstage except Jiang Lan and the others. The company commander who led the team had already gone to receive the head of the art troupe. No one stopped Chen Yuanwu from carrying the piano and looking for the microphone.
Jiang Jun took the pills and flipped through the music score given by the music conductor. The score was for the band to play, and there was no score for piano solo.
Looking at the watch, there are only fifteen minutes left.
Jiang Jun endured the pain and sat down on the piano stool, staring at the music score. He did not open the piano lid, but played directly on the keyboard - this was to familiarize himself with the song, but also to avoid making any sound so that the people below the stage would not hear.
After thinking about it, he was still unsure, so he opened the mimeographed music scores one by one, took off the small hairpin on his hair, pinned the music scores neatly, placed them on the music stand, and took out a pen to make a few marks on the music scores.
He took a deep breath and gestured to Jiang Lan, saying, "It's time to start!"
Jiang Lan and her comrades set up their formation in the center of the stage, and the curtain slowly opened.
Jiang Jun gently closed his eyes, opened the piano cover, raised his hand and pressed the first note.
"Defend the Yellow River" is the dance that Jiang Jun and Jiang Lan performed the most when they were playing the piano in Spring City.
Jiang Lan knew every note of the music by heart, and Jiang Jun would also play a special note to remind her when changing the rhythm. The two sisters cooperated very skillfully.
The dance was a success!
The director of the song and dance troupe, the director of the art troupe, the commander and the guards, less than twenty people in total, who were watching from the audience, made an exception and applauded Jiang Lan and her group's performance.
Jiang Lan loves applause the most. She suddenly became a crowd-pleaser and said on the stage, "I will sing another folk song from Spring City for everyone, the tea-picking song."
Jiang Jun was stunned. There were dozens, hundreds of different tea-picking songs in Spring City! How could she know which one Jiang Lan was going to sing?
But Jiang Lan had already said what she wanted to say, so she had to accompany the music.
Jiang Lan ran to the piano with a smile: "Sister, I will sing Zhao Auntie..."
Jiang Jun raised his hand to stop him: "Just sing your own song later, don't worry about what I play! Remember, when you sing, my piano follows you, not you following mine!"
Jiang Lan could only sing first, and then she would improvise the accompaniment.
Jiang Lan ran back to the center of the stage excitedly, struck the best standing posture of a female solo singer, opened her mouth, and her clear voice burst out.
The melodious folk songs were cheerful and beautiful, with elements of improvisation and singing. Coupled with Jiang Yun's impromptu accompaniment, the people on and off the stage seemed to have entered the green mountains of Spring City.
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