Alive? When she heard this, Zhong Xiuling's voice suddenly fell silent.
When the two people said this, they walked forward quietly without anyone making a sound.
Passing through a street selling all kinds of strange things, suddenly a burst of singing floated into everyone's ears.
Sun Hao and Zhong Xiuling immediately looked up when they heard this.
There is a stone bridge in the night market in front, and a physically handicapped man is holding a guitar and singing softly on the bridge.
The singing is so melodious and beautiful.
However, in this crowded night market, few people would take the initiative to pay attention to this disabled man. Only two people would stop and take a look next to his stall.
Some people passing by here even carefully avoided it, as if they were worried that they would be contaminated by the dust from the disabled people.
There were even people standing in the distance looking at him with incomprehensible eyes, and at the same time, there was a particularly contemptuous and disdainful smile on their lips.
There are not many people in this world who pretend to be disabled to cheat money, and who would believe these people who sell songs on the street?
Sun Hao knew in his heart that this disabled person who sang was actually not a liar. He was making money through his own efforts rather than asking for help.
"At least he can still live." Looking at the disabled Zhong Xiuling who was fully devoted, she suddenly smiled and then said in a frustrated tone, "And I will leave this beautiful world soon."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the crowded crowd around him with serious eyes.
"The people in this place are in good health, but he lost his legs due to an accident."
After listening to Zhong Xiuling's words, Sun Hao suddenly fell silent.
"It looks like he and I are both unfortunate people."
Zhong Xiuling pursed her lips and smiled when she heard this, and then took out all the money in her pocket.
A total of five hundred yuan was placed in the box at the disabled stall.
"Thank you."
The disabled man bowed to Zhong Xiuling while playing the guitar, and then opened his mouth to say thank you.
Seeing Zhong Xiuling make such an action, Sun Hao suddenly laughed.
"Actually, I miss it a lot." Zhong Xiuling was stunned when she heard this and couldn't help but ask, "What do you miss?"
"I miss the feeling of singing."
Sun Hao looked at the guitar in the disabled hand and suddenly thought of what he had experienced when he first entered the army.
At that time, whenever a day's training ended, Sun Hao, his comrades and the squad leader would light a bonfire on the playground, hold the instructor's guitar in a circle on the playground, and sing the song he always wanted to sing.
Although a long time has passed, every time he thinks of that beautiful night, Sun Hao will have a huge smile on his face.
"What's there to miss? If you want to sing, then go ahead and sing."
Zhong Xiuling reached out and pushed Sun Hao, and then said to Sun Hao.
"Well, you're right. If you want to sing, you should sing loudly."
Sun Hao was not pretentious. He laughed loudly and then walked forward. While taking out all the money in his pocket and putting it in the box prepared by the disabled person, he said to the disabled person: "I want to borrow your instrument to sing a song."
I don’t know the song, is it okay?”
The disabled man couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
"Of course it's possible."
He directly placed the guitar in front of Sun Hao, and then slowly moved aside with both hands on the ground to help Sun Hao make room.
"Thank you."
Sun Hao smiled slightly, then smiled at the disabled person. After a while, he sat down and started playing with the guitar in his arms.
Following his movements, a slightly sad melody suddenly spread.
"The leaves are falling in the cold wind, and the army is a green flower..."
"Dear comrade, don't miss your home or your mother..."
"My voice calls me day and night, so many words from my heart..."
That delicate but full of infinite emotion voice came out from Sun Hao's mouth all of a sudden, and the melody from the guitar immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Zhong Xiuling didn't react much at first, but then she opened her mouth wide.
Sun Hao, who looks like a tough guy, actually has such a moving voice.
The seemingly ordinary lyrics came out of Sun Hao's mouth, but they actually attracted the attention of many people.
"Don't cry when you say goodbye, the military camp is our warm home..."
"Don't cry when you say goodbye, the military camp is our warm home..."
As the singing gradually rose and fell, a feeling that could not be described in words slowly spread.
Among the people at the night market, many are born in the 1980s. They have personally experienced major events that happened in the history of the Republic. They have never forgotten the feeling of a family between the army and the people. Some people even went to the army to gain experience when they were young.
Pass.
Now these people stopped and listened to Sun Hao start singing.
It seemed that the entire night market had become quiet at this time, and everyone was listening to the melodious and moving singing.
Many people couldn't help but burst into tears when they heard the singing.
Perhaps because he was too involved, Sun Hao used dark energy when singing without knowing it. In this way, the penetrating nature of the singing was also enhanced.
"The leaves are falling in the cold wind, and the army is a green flower..."
More and more people gathered next to the disabled stalls.
This song, which does not seem to have much specialness, has evoked the memories of many people born in the 1980s, many of whom are full of feelings for the army.
Some people even had tears in their eyes, and their mouths opened and closed as they sang along.
The disabled person next to me didn't know when he started singing along.
He was originally a member of the army, but later his legs were blown off by a mine during a mine clearance mission, so he could only quit the army with regrets.
To be honest, if possible, he would still want to return to the army.
But he no longer has the ability to stay, and if he stays, he will only cause trouble to his comrades.
After retiring, he had to make a living on his own. He suffered a lot of grievances, but he never told what he had done, because she never thought of relying on his own merits to gain any benefits for himself. He felt that he was just
He had done what he should have done, and what he was enduring now was nothing. Compared to his comrades who had been killed by the bomb, he didn't know how much better he was.
But under the inducement of Sun Hao's singing, his feelings for the army and his comrades suddenly burst out, and two lines of hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes as if he couldn't control them.
"My good comrades, how are you doing?"
"Is the demining mission still going on?" the disabled person covered his face with his hands and cried softly.