In the open-air theater where the ancient temple was temporarily renovated, the Eighth Route Army Art Troupe was busy, and the cold weather could not cool down their enthusiasm.

As Wu Ming expected, Stuart Leiden and his group were not only warmly welcomed by GCD officials in the base area, but also specially arranged a welcome party.

The bonfire was lit in the corridor, dispelling the chill. After a short rest, Stu Leiden and others entered the venue accompanied by officials from the base area. After discovering that Stu Leiden came, several Yanjing students in the base area came forward and had a warm conversation with the old principal!

Under the leadership of Meng Qing, Wu Ming and other members of the Anti-Japanese Regiment Army walked to their own position and sat on a small bench. More soldiers and people squatted or stood, scattered around.

"I heard that Yan'an sent a telegram of condolences, eagerly condolences to Stu Leiden and others who had escaped from the tiger's mouth, and welcomed Stu Leiden and others to Yan'an." Seeing that Meng Qing was not around, Han Han whispered.

"Let them go!" Wu Ming said lightly: "Mr. Stu Leiden may not go. As for the others, let's not care."

"Then I'll send a telegram tonight." Han Han said: "It's like this now, and there probably is no better way in Chongqing."

"Yeah!" Wu Ming nodded, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

After a brief welcome speech, the performance began. There were short dramas, dances, singing, and the program was full of obvious publicity, not exquisite, and the props were all very simple. However, the advantage was that they were liberated from gongs, drums, cymbals and false voice singing. The land was a lively theme, and the performance was full of vitality and humor, making up for some of the delicate and exquisite shortcomings.

Because in China, people who watch operas mainly spend their time eating fruits, eating melon seeds, chatting, throwing hot towels around, and visiting other private rooms. They only occasionally watch the show on stage. Therefore, this form of performance makes people feel very fresh. Except for Wu Ming, everyone is very focused.

There is a short drama called "Singing the Second Little Cowherd", which said that when the Japanese devils swept a mountain valley, in order to cover thousands of fellow villagers and cadres, Wang Erxiao, the child who grazed the cattle, ignored his life and brought the enemy into the ambush circle of the Eighth Route Army. The angry Japanese devils picked Wang Erxiao at the tip of the gun and threw him to death on the big stone. The cadres and fellow villagers were out of danger. The little hero Wang Erxiao died bravely, and every fellow villager sang the Second Little Cowherd with tears in his eyes.

With the end of the song "Singing the Second Little Cowherd", the short drama was performed, and the sacrifice of Wang Erxiaodi caused great dissatisfaction among the military and civilians in the base area. Some people turned their hatred eyes to the actors who played the Japanese devils, and the crowds at the scene were slightly commotion.

The following program was a dance, performed gracefully by more than a dozen girls from the art troupe. In the cold weather, they were very dedicated to barefoot. They wore peasants' pants and flowery clothes, tied a headscarf on their heads, imitating the movements in the fields, dancing in a neat and graceful manner.

The performance paused for a moment. The dozen or so children should be in the children's group. They brought tea cups and kettles to pour hot tea for the guests.

"Thank you!" Wu Ming took the teacup from the stubborn boy in front of him and nodded and smiled.

"You're welcome." The boy seemed to be in a cold and didn't catch a cold, but he seemed to have no patches on the neat clothes of the group of people in the confrontation group.

"This is Xiao Mengzi, the leader of our children's group. He has become a self-taught man and is proficient in Japanese. He can compete with Mr. Liu!" Meng Qingshi joked.

"Oh!" Wu Ming stared at Xiao Mengzi in surprise, "Say a few words." The eyes of the anti-gang members next to him were also attracted.

Xiao Mengzi coughed in an old age, brewing emotions. He glared at Wu Ming fiercely, "You are so sad, your conscience is very bad."

Wu Ming was stunned and his eyes widened. He looked at the self-taught Japanese master.

"You, don't be so glaring at you, you're so dying." Xiao Mengzi then raised the knife with empty hands and shouted loudly.

Hahahaha, the members of the Anti-Group burst into laughter, which attracted many people to look at each other. Han Han covered his stomach and pointed at Wu Ming, "You're stupid, you're stupid!"

"Haha, hehe." Wu Ming smiled bitterly and gave his thumbs up, "Your, Japanese, is quite authentic, Yoshi Yoshi."

Xiao Mengzi raised his chin proudly and pointed to the direction of the stage, "I taught me by uncles and aunts in the art troupe."

After a small episode or behind-the-scenes, the performance continued, nothing more than singing and dancing, short dramas, etc.

The last show was the choir singing the international song, pulling a rope out of a column in the center of lights to hang the flag of the nation, and there were many dancers around. They slowly raised their bodies and stood up, and finally held their clenched fists at the end of the song.

As the performance was about to end, people in the audience shouted that Wu Ming had sufficient reason to suspect that this was a child care that was ambushed in advance and wanted to invite all parties present to perform improvisation. At everyone's request, five or six female soldiers from the Eighth Route Army went on stage to sing a folk song. Then, Wu Ming saw the GCD official sitting in the front row saying something with a smile on his face. Then, Stuart Leedard whispered with the scholars present, and then explained to Commander Xiao Ke in awkward manner. Then, he saw Dorothy jumping up and said a few words to Stuart Leedard's ear, but glanced at him.

What are you doing with a stinky foreign girl? The look just now seemed to have bad intentions, yes, just bad intentions, and Wu Ming suddenly felt a little cold.

Stu Leiden walked forward, whispered a few words to the newspaper staff, and walked back to his seat calmly and proudly.

"Next, let's ask Mr. Liu Huade, a member of the Anti-Japanese Corps who fought bravely in Pingjin to perform a program, and everyone applauded warmly." The beautiful and beautiful voice of the female newspaper staff member now sounded very harsh, and the warm applause was heard one after another.

"Mr. Liu Huade is versatile. Not only is he outstanding in swordsmanship and powerful in striking Japanese devils, but he is also proficient in playing and singing, and he is proficient in writing lyrics and compiling music. Recently..."

"Here, come." Wu Ming stood up in a hurry and said loudly. If he didn't stand up, what would he say? Maybe he really exposes his old secrets.

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Standing on the stage, Wu Ming calmly looked calm, and his sharp eyes shot directly at Dorothy. Dorothy blinked with a smile and clapped her hands.

"That." Wu Ming bowed all over, "The lady who reported the news just now was wrong. I am a person with incomplete tone and unclean six senses. I sing in a different tone. I hope I won't scare everyone later." Listening to Wu Ming's unique opening remark from the audience caused a burst of kind laughter.

"When the country is in danger, as a Chinese, no matter whether he is poor or rich, a man or a woman, a GMD or a GCD, I.||. said: "Next, I will dedicate this song "Loyalty to the Country" to everyone."

The smoke rises, the country looks north

The dragon rolls up, the horse neighs, the sword energy is like frost

My heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River

Who can resist in the past twenty years

Hate and want to be crazy, the sword is aimed at

How many loyal souls of brothers and feet are buried in other places

Why do you regret your family and country?

I'd endure the sigh of regret, and I was speechless, my eyes filled with blood and tears

Horse hooves go south and people look north

Looking north, grass is green and yellow, dust is flying

I'm willing to defend my territory and open my borders again

China wants to make all sides

Come and congratulate

Wow, with very warm applause, Wu Ming let out a long sigh. It was not too bad, and he sang well.

"Did Mr. Liu sing well?"

"OK!"

"Would you like another one?"

"want!"

Wu Ming cursed this damn nurse in his heart, bowing his hands with a bitter face. Seeing the constant applause, he turned his eyes and smiled and raised his hand down.

"I'm really sorry, I'm really out of stock today." Wu Ming said with a smile, and the topic changed. "But I can recommend a real artist to you. She is not only good at foxtrot, waltz, Bohemie and Virgin Mary, but also has a deeper attainment in Peking Opera. She is..." Wu Ming had already seen Dorothy's face turn pale, and he was so happy in his heart. He pointed with his hand, "American friend from the other side of the ocean, Miss Dorothy, everyone applauded warmly and welcomed her to the stage."

Seeing Dorothy walking up as if tortured under the urging of applause, Wu Ming smiled happily, walked across the opposite side with Dorothy's gaze that was about to kill, and whispered: "Wife, sing well, don't embarrass me."

Humph, Dorothy answered with her nose.

"Western girls can sing Peking Opera? It's amazing!" Li Zhenying looked at the stage with admiration.

"Haha, I sang very well." Wu Ming sat on the stool and said with a strange smile: "Don't look at her usually speaking Chinese, when she sings Peking Opera, she can make people happy, and everyone is a little mentally prepared!"

"You guy is really bad." Han Han said with a smile.

It is really fresh for foreigners to sing Peking Opera. Everyone is eagerly looking at Duoluoxi, who is a little distorted on the stage.

Dorothy grinned, and after a long time of weather, she sang a "Su Sanqi Jie". She had just sang two or three sentences, and she laughed. After finally stopping the various actions of the Eighth Route Army staff, everyone was trying hard to hold back their laughter, their bodies trembled, and their hands were covering their stomachs. "Okay, another one." Wu Ming stood up and cheered loudly. A man's resistance to Japan is not ashamed of the world, and his spirit is Zi Nisheng. Chapter 14: The Great Collection of Southern and North-Character
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