Chapter 132 This new recruit Danzi sings really well (1/3, make up for today's
"Oh...it's so sour and refreshing..."
I don't know how much time passed, but Peng Jihong had already withdrawn his hands and stood up, while Yang Qian was still lying on the bed like a dead fish, with bursts of 口(神)口(金) coming out of his throat.
"Haha, be satisfied! Lao Peng doesn't take any action easily. If he wasn't worried that you wouldn't be able to move tomorrow and you wouldn't be able to complete the training and you would be hungry, he might have made you suffer!"
After everyone had finished watching the fun, they dispersed. Niu Lingjun was still leaning on Yang Qian's bedside, talking with a smile.
"Thank you Lao Peng, but I was really in pain just now and doubted my life. I even thought, will the pain I am suffering now make tomorrow's pain even more painful?"
Yang Qian didn't want to be embarrassed, so he struggled to get up on the bed as he spoke.
"It hurts now, but it doesn't hurt now. You will keep hurting tomorrow, and it will hurt for a few more days!"
Peng Jihong answered his doubts.
He doesn't cherish his words like gold, he just talks less and doesn't talk nonsense - unlike Niu Lingjun.
Niu Lingjun didn't go back to his bed. He was very curious about Yang Qian and the guitar that Yang Qian couldn't stuff into the cabinet and could only be laid flat on the table.
"Xiao Yang, I heard that you are a star, is it true?"
Niu Lingjun asked directly.
It's not that he doubts Yang Qian. Even if he has never heard of Yang Qian's name, he won't take it seriously. After all, in the army, there are many unknown celebrities, which is normal.
However, Niu Lingjun found it strange. Those big stars came with various teams and photographers, shouldn't they?
Fortunately for Yang Qian, he came alone without being photographed or "entoured". He gritted his teeth and persisted in completing what was a very arduous training program for him. There was no sense of showmanship at all.
Is there such a star?
"Well, I'm not a star, how should I put it? I'm a singer..."
Yang Qian didn't want to get up from his comfortable lying position, but it was rude to talk to others while lying down, so he had to struggle to get up.
“Aren’t singers just stars?”
Niu Lingjun was confused.
"Actually, we thought the TV station was coming to film some program, but we found out that you were the only one here, and we were confused!"
Cai Guotian sat on his bed and raised his head to talk to Yang Qian.
"Yes, I thought I was going to be on TV! I was excited for a long time."
Qiu Shipeng was reading a book, but when he heard this topic, he put down the book and walked over with a smile.
"No, no, it's not about recording a program. I just want to come here and experience the life in the military camp. But Shipeng, you said you want to be on TV. I actually work at the Guangdong Provincial Television Station, and now I'm in the documentary editing department. If
If you are willing, I can suggest to my teacher to make a documentary about our steel gun company. But I am just suggesting it, because I don’t know whether the higher-ups will approve the project."
Yang Qian explained to everyone.
"No, no, no, I'm just talking. I don't want to be on TV."
Qiu Shipeng waved his hand quickly.
Want to be in the limelight? The upright platoon leader found out, but he was not allowed to be put in solitary confinement?
"Experience the military camp. You can go to the ordinary army. Why did you choose to come to us?"
Peng Jihong was by his side, and when he didn't speak, he would speak. When he spoke, he would hit the nail on the head and get to the point.
"This is actually not my choice. I actually wrote a song and was recognized by the director of your Military Region Spring Festival Gala next year."
"But I feel that my singing is not good enough and lacks a sense of righteousness, so I want to come to the army for military training. Through military training, I can become brave and fearless, and stand upright."
"I also hope that through communication with you, I can experience the purest patriotic feelings. In this way, I will be more powerful when I sing, and sing out the patriotism and the heart of serving the country in this song!"
"Then Director Wang Wen said he would arrange it for me. I don't know why he arranged for our gun company to come. But I think Director Wang Wen must have a deep meaning. I chose to experience it, so I should experience it more thoroughly. Plus
Everyone was so nice last night and left food for me at noon. I think I have to practice well and not let everyone down!"
Yang Qian's words surprised all the soldiers in the dormitory who were listening to his explanation with open ears.
Is this the reason?
It seems we misunderstood him?
"I'm not disappointed. You actually practiced quite well. Although there is a big gap between you and us, you just came here after all and haven't practiced much!"
Niu Lingjun comforted him.
"You did perform well enough. We thought you were just like those little fresh meats who quickly became overwhelmed and ran away!"
Cai Guotian said it carelessly.
"No matter what, for two weeks, in our third platoon and second shift, everyone is a brother!"
Tong Huashun's name resembles a certain piece of software, but everyone still likes to call him Dongzi. He is the youngest in class two and is not yet nineteen years old.
"Thank you everyone! We are all brothers!"
Yang Qian waved his fist gratefully.
"Xiao Yang, what song did you say you wrote just now? Can you listen to it?"
Qiu Shipeng pushed up his glasses, very interested.
"Yes, you are a singer, sing one for everyone!"
Niu Lingjun followed suit excitedly.
A group of people all clapped their hands and shouted "Sing one, sing one",
Although Peng Jihong did not shout along, he kept smiling on his face.
"No problem! Originally, I wanted to practice for a while after training every day. I will perform for everyone at the end of next month... So now I will sing the song I am going to perform for everyone. It has also been rehearsed in advance!"
Yang Qian was not shy and stood up openly.
He really wanted to practice singing, otherwise he wouldn't have brought the guitar.
Director Wang Wen previously said that the amount of training was not bad and that he would have enough time to practice singing in the evening, and he agreed to bring his guitar over.
Who would have thought that Yang Qian would be so tired after a day's training, and Yang Qian was ready to take a break, regain his strength, and then choose an opportunity to practice singing tomorrow.
Now that everyone has asked for it, let’s sing it!
Anyway, I have to find time to practice singing in the future, and there are less than 100 points left to unlock new singing skills. Yang Qian wants to unlock them early to see if they can benefit his performance.
"This is a Cantonese song. I don't know if you can understand Cantonese. Here are the lyrics. You can read it with my mobile phone. The song is called "The Great Wall Will Never Fall"!"
Before preparing to sing, Yang Qian remembered that most of the class were comrades from other provinces - you could tell from their accents.
Not sure if they could understand Cantonese, Yang Qian showed them the lyrics first.
"The title of the song is great! "The Great Wall Will Never Fall Down" is so powerful!"
Just hearing the title of the song, they all started to admire it and gathered around Niu Lingjun to read the lyrics.
"Sleeping for a hundred years,
The Chinese people are gradually waking up..."
Yang Qian was not exhausted from a day's training. Instead, he gained a little enlightenment after experiencing today's training.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a heroic aura burst out from his eyes.
"good!"
Qiu Shipeng and several other people who could understand Cantonese, or could understand roughly, couldn't help but applaud after hearing the first two sentences.
Some of the others had just finished reading the lyrics and muttered:
"This song seems pretty good."
I didn’t read the lyrics or understand them, I just thought Yang Qian sang well and applauded with approval.
But the aura of the previous lyrics is not strong enough to reflect the confident and majestic fighting spirit of this song.
As the song progressed, everyone gradually read the lyrics, and could probably hear what Yang Qian was singing, and the feeling became deeper:
"...just start shouting,
Shout loudly,
The whole country is in military service."
Yang Qian clenched his fists and glared angrily, as if he was glaring at the invading enemy and shouting.
In addition to Wu Shudong who was going to the meeting, the ten comrades in the dormitory of the second class couldn't help but also clenched their fists.
People like Niu Lingjun and Cai Guotian, who were easily excited, got involved and shouted indignantly:
"kill!"
Kill what?
Kill the heinous enemies!
Kill the foreign invaders who bully our country!
If the emotions of these two people were just high at the beginning, then Yang Qian sang about the magnificence of the mountains and rivers of the motherland and began to appeal again:
"Break the path of blood,
Wave your hand and come on,
We must be committed to national rejuvenation..."
At this moment, everyone, including deputy squad leader Peng Jihong, was flushed with excitement.
"good!"
"Dry!"
The ten people shouted in anger, almost overturning the small dormitory building where the gun company was located. Comrades from other classes in the surrounding dormitories heard the sound and came over, curious to see what happened, which made these people so excited.
But soon, they were also attracted by Yang Qian's selfless singing.
Even if they don't quite understand the lyrics, they can't help but be infected by the love for the country and the enthusiasm for protecting the homeland expressed in this song.
"How can we let our country be trampled upon again?
This sleeping lion is gradually waking up..."
In the end, Yang Qian finished singing impassionedly and received applause from the whole house.
It was only then that he was surprised to find that the large and spacious dormitory was filled with people at unknown times. They were all soldiers with dark skin and bright eyes.
"Come on, come on, let's get to know each other. This is our new recruit from the second class. Comrade Yang Qian will soon be on board our Spring Festival Gala next year!"
Niu Lingjun is a typical social bull syndrome. The more people there are, the more excited he becomes. He hooks his arm around Yang Qian and introduces everyone excitedly.
"No, no, it's not the Spring Festival Gala. It's actually a Spring Festival Gala of our military region."
Yang Qian embarrassedly corrected him.
How could a nobody like him be invited to the Spring Festival Gala that everyone generally understands!
After a period of excitement, the comrades still wanted to hear Yang Qian sing.
Anyway, it’s not yet time to turn off the lights and go to bed at ten o’clock, so everyone can still move around freely.
It's rare to have a great singer here, and it's rare to see such a wonderful artistic performance. Of course they won't want to miss it.
"Xiao Yang, go on!"
Cai Guotian was so excited that he threw Yang Qian's guitar over.
Fortunately, Yang Qian caught it in a panic. The guitar, which cost hundreds of thousands, almost missed the head of the comrade sitting on the floor in the middle...
"Brother Qian, can you sing a song in Mandarin? I don't understand Cantonese very well."
Tong Huashun scratched his head.
Dozens of people burst into laughter, but that was indeed what everyone was thinking.
Most people still can't understand Cantonese. Although the song just now is patriotic and exciting enough, it still doesn't feel enjoyable enough.
"Okay, let me sing a song in Mandarin!"
Yang Qian agreed first.
He still has a lot of songs in Mandarin, but not all of them are suitable to be sung in the army.
Especially some songs about love, even if they are allowed to be sung, it would be very awkward for him to sing "I Want to Sing Me to You" in front of a group of old men!
Wait, there seems to be a "new song" about homesickness and missing his parents. He has had it for a while and likes it very much, but he has not had much chance to sing it.