Chapter 279 Condolences Performance

A simple stage was set up on one side of the canteen, with a large red cloth spreading on the wall, with a few big words "New Year's Condolences Performance" posted on it.

A one-meter-high stage was built to allow the soldiers at the far end to see more clearly.

At this time, all the soldiers in charge of the guards were present in the base.

Prawns, pork ribs, fresh chicken, duck, fish, and all the food that is rare for soldiers in normal times. Everything was delivered by Xiaojun instructed Xue Yuyan to buy it and asked Xiaoyu to entrust Zhou Weimin to send it.

Long San was also surprised that the source of these things was that even during the Chinese New Year, the troops would not supply such high standards of ingredients until he found Zhou Weimin's secretary and asked in a low voice.

"These things should be purchased by Director Zuo for everyone through his own pocket. The things were transported to us in the name of Zhou Xiaoyu!"

Long San understood that this was indeed the only explanation. If it weren't for the national supply, no one would have made such a big deal except the director. Not to mention anything else, many of these ingredients were very expensive in the north this season, with high quality and large quantity. For lunch, only a few ingredients were used, and there were many more. If you save some food, it would be enough for the base soldiers to eat until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The soldiers at the base have been training to be calm. Whether it is wild grass and vegetable roots or delicacies on the table, they can accept it happily, but they are curious about the high specifications of this meal.

The performers and soldiers of the art troupe were surprised by the food standards of the base.

Soldiers are known for their affordability and speed. In just over a dozen minutes, almost everyone in the cafeteria finished their lunch and the process of cleaning the tables was very fast. 2,000 people cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the cafeteria, without any noise or mess.

Zhou Weimin looked at the quality of the soldiers and nodded frequently. After each table had a clear division of labor, he cleaned up the dishes and bowls on the table within one minute, stood by the pool and washed them quickly and sent them to the kitchen. This was also Xiaojun's requirement. The kitchen staff in the base were relatively small, and some of the work needed to be done by soldiers, cleaning the dishes and washing dishes.

The soldiers who finished eating and cleaning did not look at others at all. They folded the tables in their own position, placed the chairs in a certain order, and then sat on them, one table and two tables until everyone.

There was no need to complete the team or adjust the chairs. The soldiers at the base had already sat spontaneously, and the soldiers close to the art troupe also consciously helped them clean up the tables and bowls.

Zhou Weimin watched the soldiers for just over ten minutes without anyone being instructed. The 2,000 people did not seem crowded here, and he had already transformed a canteen for eating into the pattern needed for the performance venue. The results of base training were produced. These small details showed several things, cooperation, collaboration, discipline, and quality.

The leaders such as Zhou Weimin and Xiaojun were invited to the front row and sat down, and the condolence performance officially began.

Xiaojun sat upright on the chair, but in fact he had no idea here. Although the actors on the stage worked very hard and the literary and artistic level of the things performed were very high, the entertainment was far from enough. How could he continue to watch the thoughts in his heart, who was deeply influenced by the 21st century? On the contrary, the soldiers watched the boring military camp life with relish and training, in addition to training, during the New Year, it is easy to have such a condolence performance that is very fresh for them.

Xiaojun once created the loyalty of the country, sung by Dong Xiuxiu, a girl. Although the momentum in the song seemed a bit insufficient, it has to be said that she has a talent for singing. Her sweet voice and majestic melody made the song feel a different flavor. The warriors of the Dragon Sword under the stage all heard this song when they were having a party at Tianjing University, and their memories were still fresh. By the time Dong Xiuxiu repeated the lyrics for the second time, there were already many soldiers who could sing together below, and the atmosphere instantly reached a small climax.

There are indeed too few catchy songs now. Looking at the excited look of the soldiers, another song appeared in Xiaojun's mind, a song that is more in line with the current closed training of the base, and cannot meet each other during the Chinese New Year and the relatives.

Seeing Dong Xiuxiu stepping off the stage, Xiaojun waved at her, and signaled that Song Jingwen, who was sitting behind her, needed paper and pen.

"Left~~Chief!" Dong Xiuxiu didn't know how to call Xiaojun. She wanted to call him by his name, but she found that it was inappropriate. She is now a soldier. Although she was just a literary soldier, the concept of superiors and subordinates in the army could not be without.

"Haha, you should call me my name. I'm a little uncomfortable with it when I call me the chief." Long Yi, who was sitting next to Xiaojun, saw Dong Xiuxiu coming and took the initiative to move out of his position.

Dong Xiuxiu sat down and seemed a little restrained, and the performance on the stage continued.

"Don't you miss home if you don't go home during the Chinese New Year?" Xiaojun asked about family matters with concern to avoid her being nervous.

"I have many tasks recently. After the second grade of junior high school, there are still several condolence performances. My brother has not returned home. I want to thank you. My brother is already a department manager of Haoyu Clothing." Dong Xiuxiu replied in a low voice, still a little nervous.

"That's what he can do. How can you celebrate the New Year when you go back tonight?"

"I made an appointment with Xiaoyu and Yan'er. Let's go back tonight together, won't you go back tonight?"

"I won't go back. Why do you think of going on this road?" Xiaojun pointed to the stage and asked Dong Xiuxiu how a girl who prefers to study became a literary soldier.

"It's all Xiaoyu. I said I'm too introverted. This way I can train myself to be more outgoing. Xiaoyu also said that it's also very good in the army. Highly educated art soldiers are rare and will have a good development in the future!"

In this era, there are still too many people holding a meal for public food, but a top student like Dong Xiuxiu at Tianjin University is indeed good in the army. She sang well, so let’s see if she can promote it for her in Haoyu Film and Television in the future.

Xiaojun smiled, took the pen and paper handed over by Song Jingwen, brushed it a few minutes, and completed a very classic military song in his heart, and then handed it to Dong Xiuxiu.

"Look, this melody is very simple. Can you learn it in a short time and sing it on stage later?"

Dong Xiuxiu had known Xiaojun's special literary talent for a long time. After taking the paper, she looked at it and said, "Saying the Heart", and then twice, Dong Xiuxiu could already hum slowly, with beautiful melodies and inspirational lyrics.

"Is there any problem?" Xiaojun asked.

"It should be possible, I'll try!" Dong Xiuxiu took the paper, left the seat, walked to the commander's side, handed the paper over, said a few more words, pointed to Xiaojun sitting in the front row, the commander's eyes shone, and he nodded repeatedly.

The performance was interjected in the middle of the performance, and the leader of the art troupe was naturally unwilling to do so. It was not until Dong Xiuxiu explained that the song was written by Director Zuo and composed by Director Zuo that he nodded in agreement. Dong Xiuxiu and Director Zuo knew each other? It seems that after going back, he had to find time to find out the relationship between the two. If they were really friends, then he would take care of Dong Xiuxiu.

"The following program is temporarily added, and girls sing solo. This song was written by Director Zuo himself. I hope everyone likes it!" The newspaper was obviously instructed by the head of the art troupe and said so, highlighting Xiaojun's status.

Xiaojun shook his head, hey, the leader of the art troupe is really a bit bureaucratic.

Song Jingwen just saw Xiaojun ask for paper and pen, but she didn't expect it to be used to write lyrics and composing music. Can he do it?

Without accompaniment, Dong Xiuxiu chose to sing a cappella. The melody of this song is very easy to remember. The key point is the lyrics, which really talks about the bones of soldiers.

"To be honest, I miss home too. The old mother at home is already covered in white hair~~~~~~~ If you don't stand guard, I won't stand guard. Who will defend the motherland, who will defend the home~~~~~~"

The first time, Dong Xiuxiu sang alone, and the second time, the actors of the art troupe and some soldiers from the base were able to hum, until the end, and the whole audience sang.

There are young soldiers with moist eyes. The lyrics really talk about the hearts of soldiers. The simple and clear words point out the meaning of soldiers and the meaning of soldiers' existence. It is also a portrayal of the soldiers at the base. The New Year is still being trained and cannot go home to reunite with their families. Why? The duty of soldiers to defend their country!!!

Seeing the emotions of the soldiers, Dong Xiuxiu did not step down and sang again. This time, almost the whole audience sang a chorus. The shocking song spread throughout the camp. The soldiers who guarded the gate could not watch the performance. When they heard the lyrics, the confusion in their eyes disappeared. The waist was straight, the arms holding the gun were full of strength, they were not squinting, and their bodies stood straight. At this time, they had a new understanding of their positions and were proud. If you don’t stand guard, I won’t stand guard. Who will defend the motherland and who will defend their home.

The condolence performance reached its climax in this song "Saying the Heart", and also sowed a seed in the hearts of the soldiers, the pride and mission of being soldiers.
Chapter completed!