Hongxing Machinery Factory, on stage.

This time the announcer has been replaced, but his voice is still passionate.

"Now please enjoy the last program of this performance."

"Stage play, ten for the Red Army!"

As the sound fell, everyone present held their breath and looked at the people on the stage.

In the front row, the old man put down the enamel jar in his hand and looked towards the stage.

The person who appeared was wearing the same gray military uniform, the familiar Chinese tunic suit, and suit pants.

There are also two red cloth collar badges sewn on the collar of the military uniform, as well as an octagonal Lenin hat.

For a moment, the memories deep in the old man's heart emerged, and his eyes became moist.

The same was true for Huang Laozhang and others around him.

Their lips moved, wanting to make a sound, but they were afraid of scattering the memory fragments in their brains.

When the eldest sister and others on the side saw this outfit, they also became serious.

The women beside him stopped talking.

For a moment, Ran Qiuye felt that the faces of the people around him were complicated, as if they were reminiscing or missing.

On the stage, the suona and the erhu sounded. An old lady walked onto the stage tremblingly, wiped her hand on the stool, and then sat on it with a smile on her face.

The next moment, a burly man in patched clothes strode up and knelt down in front of the old lady with a thud, "Mother! Son, let's go!"

Bang bang, kowtow, then stand up and leave.

The old lady just sat like that, her eyes full of reluctance.

"Son, mother is waiting for you to come home!"

As the voice fell, Liu Lixue's figure, also wearing a gray military uniform, appeared on the stage.

"As soon as I sent the Red Army to Lige, I sent them down the mountain..."

The unique sound of Ganxi slowly sounded on the stage. The burly man who had just left next to him had a big knife in his hand and was fighting with two people in yellow military uniforms...

"Mom, eldest brother is gone, the white dog is coming, let's go fight the dog too!"

"Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of my third brother."

The singing paused for a moment, and two men appeared on the stage, kowtowed in the same way, and then left.

The old lady was still sitting there, wiping her tears with both hands. There was an octagonal hat on her hand, and the red star on it was as red as blood.

"You guys, be careful, my mother is waiting for you to come home!"

"Send the Red Army three leagues, and then support them down the mountain..."

A rich male voice sang from the other side. The song was full of power, as if it was contempt for all difficulties and contempt for death.

"Mom, you stay at home well, I'm leaving!"

When the young and immature voice came again, behind him, the old lady already had three hats in her hands.

Tears kept flowing...

But I can’t say those words!

Because she was afraid to tell her, what she got back was another hat.

"Send the Red Army off at seven leagues and send them down the mountain..."

Liu Lixue's voice came again, but everyone's ears clearly heard some cracks, and their emotions were obviously fluctuating.

But at this moment, no one pays attention to this.

Seeing this, everyone understands.

Everyone understood, and everyone cried.

Under the stage, those who had experienced it firsthand were already in tears.

Those who are infected feel the same way.

Once upon a time, how many mothers sent their children to the team.

How many days and nights have I been waiting for my child to come back?

Once upon a time, they called for their mother in their dreams, and in their dying moments, they thought of their mother as well.

"Mom, my brothers are all gone! I, I want to protect my mother, I'm going too!"

When a female soldier stepped onto the stage in military uniform, she lay on top of the old lady, where seven hats were placed on her lap.

When the old woman heard the sound, she raised her hand to touch her daughter's cheek, but her eyes were invisible and her tears had dried.

"Hua'er, mother, mother is waiting for you to come home!"

"Mom, I'm waiting for you to come home!"

After the words fell, a woman next to the eldest sister couldn't help crying anymore.

"Mom, brother..."

"I'm back, I'm back..."

The eldest sister hugged the woman in her arms, patted her back, and kept comforting her.

The women around him were also crying and comforting each other.

When Ran Qiuye saw this scene, she lowered her head and wiped her tears. She already knew the identities of the people in front of her!

In the front row, Mr. Huang had already clenched his fists, letting tears blur his vision.

Beside him, the old man's hands were clasped tightly on the table, and Mr. Qin beside him was already covering his face with his hands...

Mr. Wang even grabbed Yang Xiaotao's arm and exerted force to relieve his inner emotions.

The tears on his cheeks kept falling, and he was still mumbling, "Tell me, who made this up, who made me feel so uncomfortable."

"I, I want to find this person, drink, drink, drink him to death!"

Yang Xiaotao lowered his head and wiped away his tears, then gently replied, "You can't drink him!"

Mr. Wang, however, did not look back and stared at the stage carefully.

But Mr. Zhou who was beside him said, "It's okay, count me in, take your turn!"

Mr. Wang nodded, "Yes, let's come together!"

Yang Xiaotao stopped talking and continued to watch the performance on the stage.

To be precise, it is to recognize people.

Only in this way can we free ourselves from the temptation and shed less tears.

And this time, I really saw a lot of familiar people.

Who plays the boss if not Zhou Kui?

No wonder the words he spoke just now were so short!

Huh?

Old lady, Lou Xiao'e?

Now I am addicted to being a mother!

However, it was a really good performance.

As Yang Xiaotao was thinking about this, singing sounded again on the stage.

The low sound of suona affects people's thoughts, as if they are witnessing those heroic years through the smoke of gunpowder.

"I'll send you a Red Army..."

When everyone finally stood on the stage, they divided into two teams and started singing.

Only now did everyone in the audience regain their composure, some wiped their eyes, some rubbed their faces, and some even started pinching their noses.

However, the singing still makes people feel uncomfortable.

"What did you kid just say?"

Mr. Wang wiped his face with his sleeve, then looked back at Yang Xiaotao.

Yang Xiaotao did not speak, but raised his hands to applaud.

The sound fell, and the performance on the stage was over.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this moment, the people in the front row stood up and applauded vigorously.

Even the old man in the middle was clapping his hands and nodding his head.

At this moment, the stage play has ended, and everyone is lining up. After the curtain call, they get off the stage and arrive at the arranged place.

"Comrades, what a great performance!"
To be continued...