"Well, why are there so many female soldiers? Are you medical soldiers?" As soon as they got on the train, they attracted the attention of other soldiers. Among the male soldiers full of trains, Hao Shuwen, Xiao Suizi, Zhuoma, He Xiaoping these The female soldier is too much noticeable.

"They are the literary female soldiers who go to the front line to condolences to the performance! Like us, they are all soldiers of the XXX Cultural Troupe. Although we can't fight the front line like you, we also have to use our way to support your combat! Like the heroic brother The troops soldiers pay tribute! "Shen Long took the lead to stand up and salute all soldiers present. These soldiers are undoubtedly absolutely worthy of their respect ..

All members of the regiment also stood up and saluted the same solemnly. Under the leadership of the respective heads of other troops, the soldiers of these combat troops, engineering forces, and medical forces also got up and returned to the salute, "pay tribute to comrades on the literary front!"

After paying tribute to each other, Shen Long's expression was not so serious. A smile appeared on his face. What kind of show can you tell yourself to stand up and show it? "

After speaking, he distributed the members of the Cultural Troupe to each carriage to ensure that at least one member of the Cultural Troupe per car was performed to perform for the soldiers of this carriage.

This move was quickly welcomed by all the soldiers, and it was about to go to the front line. Although the respective troops were ready, the soldiers were inevitable that they were a little embarrassed. After all, this was going to the battlefield; The children were sitting on the seat, and the atmosphere at the scene was inevitable a bit depressed.

Now, someone comes out to perform the show. Whether it is a solo or a dance, you can shift the attention of the big guy a little, let these nervous soldiers relax slightly.

Hao Shuwen sang Lin Dingding's best "Heroes of the Heroes". Although she is the captain of the dance team, she can also sing a few words. It must not be as good as Lin Dingding, but it is enough in this occasion.

Singing and singing, the soldiers snorted, "... .. Why the battle flag is picturesque, and the blood of the martyrs redd it.

Shen Long was walking in the carriage, holding a pat, and observing the soldiers' reactions carefully. It is also particular about the frontline condolences. Find the right program based on the response of these soldiers.

When he reached the back row, he found that a young soldier cried with his mouth covering his mouth. Although he was desperately suppressed, his sobbing sound could not be controlled.

Shen Long stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Comrade, what's wrong? Do you think of something sad?"

"No, I just ... I just miss my mother! I don't know if I can come back to the front line this time, so .... So I cried without holding back." The little soldier wiped tears and said.

"Zeng Dehong! Why are you crying again? Still fooled our second class in front of so many people!" The squad leader next to him heard his voice turning his head. Although the words were a little harsh, the concern for the little warrior could not cover up of.

"It's okay, it's okay. Sometimes I feel uncomfortable, and I cried a lot." Shen Long quickly stopped, "Let's talk about it, I will go to the battlefield immediately, think of home, miss mother, and even think of the objects at home. So shameful! "

The squad leader saw Shen Long's breasts in the row of arms and merits, and the other soldiers laughed softly. Many people shed tears like Zeng Dehong with a smile. Woolen cloth?

Shen Long and Hao Shuwen, either patted their shoulders, either comforted softly, or asked softly. Under their comfort, the big guy gradually stopped tears. Seeing laughter, let me sing a little song in our hometown! "

Among the warm applause of the big guy, Zeng Dehong came to the front of the compartment and sang a folk song in the hometown. Blow the bamboo flute.

"Leader, I think I seemed to choose the wrong song just now. They are about to go to the battlefield soon. I sang‘ the blood of the martyr ’.

"The Revolutionary War was a bit different from now. At that time, they were fighting every day. The revolutionary predecessors were accustomed to war." Shen Long nodded and agreed. "Now most of these soldiers live in peaceful times. Unlike the revolutionary predecessors, there should be new songs to sing to them. "

"Leader, can you still write songs?" Hao Shuwen heard what Shen Long said.

"I won't you compose, but when I heard the words they said, I was a bit impulsive to write the lyrics. You called the Teacher Fang in the front, and he would compose it. After I finished writing The song came. "Shen Long took out the paper and wrote from the bag. In fact, of course he would, but Liu Feng couldn't.

Hao Shuwen immediately passed through the crowd and found Teacher Fang back. When the two of them came back, Shen Long had written the lyrics. , Your lyrics are so well written, I went to the hearts of the guy. "

"If such a good lyrics make me compose, I really dare not write." Teacher Fang was a little hesitant.

"It doesn't matter, the three of us are talking about it. I actually have a little clue. Otherwise, I hummed it first, and you modified it again. Can Shuwen also mention opinions!"

Teacher Fang drew a five -line score on the paper and began to outline the score based on Shen Long's hum, while Hao Shuwen made an opinion from the perspective of the singer.

Under the cooperation of the three people, by the next morning, this new song has been completed. Hao Shuwen took the score and snorted twice, and he had a confidence in his heart.

She walked to the front of the carriage with a score. "Yesterday, the head of Liu Feng and Teacher Fang of our Cultural Troupe listened to the hearts of the big guys and wrote a new song for everyone. I will sing for everyone now. This song is me. I just got my hands, and I asked comrades to contain more. "
Chapter completed!