"It's quite interesting ()!" Zijuan looked at it with relish and whispered to Meng Youtian: "But he is not as good as you, and the little song you sang is also nice."

"Don't say that, it makes people hear a joke." Meng Youtian shook his head quickly, then frowned slightly, "The show is good, but it seems like something is missing?"

"It turns out that Brother Meng is a master who can sing well!" Although Zijuan's voice was light, she was clearly heard by Yang Jingyun's lover Li Peiling. She smiled and said, "I'll get a look later. You can't watch the show in vain?"

"No, no, no." Meng Youtian waved his hand tightly, "I can't speak the countryside songs, and it's hard to get into the elegant hall. You are doing serious business, so don't let me see it."

At this time, Qin Lianfang appeared on the field, wearing a small pearl apricot yellow jacket, and her cat's eyes blinked like a pool of clear water.

The leaves of sorghum are green and green,

The Japanese soldiers came on September 18th.

Take the gunpowder depot first,

Later, he occupied Beidaying.

Killing and setting fire is really fierce. Killing and setting fire is really fierce.

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Qin Lianfang sang very emotionally. "September 18 Minor" was so solemn and beautiful, revealing the crimes committed by Japanese imperialism and the weakness of the Northeast Army giving in to each other in a simple and unpretentious way. Especially the last two sentences, "There are hundreds of thousands of squadrons, and they respectfully give up Shenyang City." They have even more indignant power.

Finally, the students' chorus "March of the Volunteers", which is the theme song of the movie "Son and Clouds". It sings the sound of the times with its unrestrained revolutionary enthusiasm and passionate melody. Its influence is far beyond the film itself, making the audience excited, sounding the clarion call for the advancement of the War of Resistance Against Japan, and resounding throughout the sky ().

The promotional performance is not a big show, and it is finished in just one hour. Some of the students participated in the rehearsal of the program, while some were unaware of it. After watching it, they talked a lot, but they all thought it was very good. Speaking of the fall of Northeast China in September 18th, Japan is now stepping forward in North China, and most of them are indignant.

Who can bear to see the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland change color one by one? Who can see the enemy traitors rampant on the land where our ancestors live for generations without feeling sad? Although they are not very clear about the strength gap between China and Japan, and although some of their ideas are still a little naive, they are indeed trying their best to express their hearts with patriotic passion.

Meng Youtian felt that he was both unfortunate and very fortunate. Unfortunately, he was about to experience the most tragic moment in China. Fortunately, he was able to join thousands of patriots in or witness the upcoming great Patriotic War and do his best for the country.

It is really a happy thing to have ideals, especially those lofty ideals, and it is even happier to be able to work hard for one's own ideals. In front of him is such a group of passionate young people. This is incomparable to everyone in later generations who are fighting for promotion and wealth. Even he is quite ashamed of himself.

"Next, please invite Meng Youtian from Shili Village to present a program to fulfill his friendship with the landlords." Li Peiling suddenly walked to the center of the venue and said loudly: "Come on, everyone applauds and welcomes you."

When the students heard this, they were stunned, and the applause was sparse. Meng Youtian shook his head and waved his hands, and stayed there and couldn't come out.

Qin Lianfang was so bad that she blinked her eyes and thought for a while, whispered a few words to a few girls, smiled and walked forward, surrounded Zijuan, and looked for the middle of the venue halfway.

"No matter who it is, you are in the same group anyway." Qin Lianfang smiled and said loudly: "If Meng Youtian doesn't come, let Zijuan come to perform."

"I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do anything." Zijuan was so anxious that she almost cried, so she had to ask Meng Youtian for help, "Brother Youtian, you, you--"

There is no such thing, robber! Meng Youtian couldn't rush forward and fist and kicked. They were all girls, so it was not appropriate to hit anywhere!

"Okay, okay, I'll do it, I'll do it." Meng Youtian sighed, and for Zijuan, he had to bite the bullet and go on.

"Hey, but you're pretty good at mercy." Qin Lianfang smiled terrified, "Okay, classmates, let's let it go, don't make Sister Zijuan cry."

He almost cried, and a trace of crystal light could be seen in Zijuan's eyes. Meng Youtian patted her shoulder comfortably, scratched her head and walked to the middle of the venue. Wang Weiguang, who was instructed by Li Peiling, ran over with a smile, stuffed the huqin in his hand to Meng Youtian, and put a bench on it.

There are also accompaniment? Meng Youtian was a little embarrassed. He had a lot of songs in his stomach, but not many of them could be played with a huqin. Besides, it was a brother and a sister, and it was not suitable for love. He frowned.

"Hehe, country bumpkin, let it be ugly!" Han Nanjing gloated in the crowd.

Well, when I think of a song, then plagiarize it. Anyway, this is something that the time traveler is familiar with. If you are shameless, you will be shameless. What can you do to me? Meng Youtian figured it out, sat on the bench, took a deep breath, calmed down, adjusted the tune, and pulled it up.

After the melodious and pleasant prelude, the students have calmed down. The sound of the piano changes and the momentum is rising. Accompanied by the inspiring tune, it is a more inspiring singing voice.

After a hundred years of sleep, the Chinese people have gradually woken up;

Open your eyes and look carefully!

Which one wishes the captive to recognize himself?

Because of shrinking and tolerance,

People are becoming more and more arrogant.

Call, shout loudly ()!

This is the whole country.

Bandits have always been to invade,

In the end, you will die.

The Great Wall will never fall,

The Yellow River is surging thousands of miles away,

The beautiful mountains and rivers are full of colorful peaks,

Ask me where is the infection in my country?

Break the bloody road and wave it!

We must be committed to the country's rejuvenation,

How can the country be trampled on again?

The sleeping lion has gradually woken up...

Atmospheric, majestic, nice, exciting... The song has fallen, the sound of the piano is vague. At the beginning, it may be barely enough, but this song that Meng Youtian likes to play the most in later generations gradually made his feelings gradually integrate into it, and his voice is also OK. Although in common words, although it is not as used to his own poor Cantonese language in the card hall, he should be said to be quite good.

Songs are born from the heart, songs are born from the emotions. After watching the propaganda performance of the anti-Japanese and national salvation just now, combined with the upcoming eight years of fierce resistance, Meng Youtian can be said to be not whining without hesitation, but many emotions are indeed from the heart.

"What a pity." Qin Lianfang seemed to have music and singing echoed in her ears, and she shook her head gently and murmured with regret: "If his legs and feet are fine--"

"Well, then you can marry him!" The girl with a round face next to her smiled in her ear.

Qin Lianfang glared at the girl with a round face, and just as she was about to give her a few words of resentment, warm applause broke her.

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