Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 38 The yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant (please vote for collection and follow up)
  Early the next morning, Fang Minghua finished his breakfast and rushed to the cultural troupe to report with his yellow satchel on his back. The leader of the cultural troupe had received a call, gave Fang Minghua a few words, and then took him to the team that was about to set off.

Surprisingly, Fang Minghua not only saw Zhou Shunlai, but also Song Tangtang.

Song Tangtang was wearing a green military uniform today with a bandage on his leg. He carried a military water bottle on his left side and a green military satchel on his right side. He even had a pistol case on his waist, making him look heroic.

When she saw Fang Minghua running excitedly, she immediately frowned: "Why are you here?

"I will go to the battlefield with you to perform a condolence performance." Fang Minghua said.

"Danger, what are you doing?"

"Don't you guys want to go too?" Fang Minghua asked.

"you"

The girls next to them all looked at them, and Song Tangtang was too embarrassed to argue with Fang Minghua again.

This time the propaganda team included Fang Minghua, a total of eleven people. In addition to the propaganda team, there were also four soldiers with live ammunition to protect them to their destination.

The captain who led the team, surnamed Liu, was a male soldier who also knew Fang Minghua and gave him some discipline. Everyone brought musical instruments and some semi-automatic rifles, got on an open truck, left the barracks and drove into the mountains. go.

Fang Minghua came to the army for more than a month to collect information. Most of the time he spent in the art troupe, and he became familiar with the girls in the art troupe. When the girls saw him following him to the front line, they all started joking.

"Hey, great writer, you will follow wherever Tangtang goes? Are you worried?" The person who spoke was a girl with pigtails, the same female soldier who Fang Minghua asked about Song Tangtang for the first time.

Her name is Yang Xiaohong, she smiles and reveals a pair of tiger teeth, which is very cute.

"It's not that I'm worried. Isn't this called following Geng Hua in the movie "Love in Lushan"?" Another girl with an oval face said happily.

Fang Minghua cried out in his heart that he was wronged.

He really didn't know that Song Tangtang was going with him this time.

However, he understood that this kind of thing was getting darker and darker, so the best way was to shut up, stop making excuses, and keep a smile on his face.

As expected, Song Tangtang also adopted this method. Facing the sisters' teasing, he just turned around and looked at the scenery outside the car.

At first, the people on the car were laughing and joking, but once they entered the mountain, the atmosphere became obviously tense. Everyone was silent, holding on to the railings of the car, and watching the surrounding scene warily.

Zhou Shunlai, standing next to Fang Minghua, explained in a low voice: "Although this is our control area, occasionally enemies will sneak over and attack, so be careful."

After thinking about it, Zhou Shunlai added: "But don't worry, this situation is very rare."

Sure enough, the truck traveled smoothly and arrived at a campsite more than an hour later.

The woods are full of temporary tents. There is an open space in the middle where hundreds of soldiers are already sitting. It seems that they are waiting for the arrival of the small team. These are the troops who have been withdrawn from the forward positions and are temporarily resting here.

Amid the warm applause of the soldiers, the propaganda team began their performance.

There were no flowers, no stage, no amplification equipment, not even a banner. The girls from the art troupe stood in the middle of the open space and started singing.

Allegro, dance, and popular revolutionary songs of this era, the soldiers watched with relish.

Of course, the best thing to watch was Song Tangtang's solo dance. Accompanied by Zhou Shunlai's accordion, she danced a piece of "Ode to Red Plum Blossoms". Her graceful figure and vigorous dance posture attracted warm applause from the soldiers.

"One more, one more!" the soldiers shouted while clapping their hands.

Song Tangtang wiped the sweat from his face, and when he saw Fang Minghua standing outside with a smile on his face, he suddenly turned his eyes and shouted towards him.

"Fang Minghua, come up!"

"what?"

Fang Minghua was a little confused, but he still stepped forward: "Song Tangtang, I don't know how to dance modern dance."

"You can't dance modern dance, but you can dance disco."

what? !

Disco here?
  Fang Minghua was stunned for a moment.

But the soldiers behind cheered.

disco?
  Of course they have heard of it. They heard that young people in the mainland now like to dance this way. It is so exciting to see it here!

Seeing the girl's sly eyes, Fang Minghua wondered if she did it on purpose?

"How can you dance without accompaniment?" Fang Minghua thought of a question and immediately pretended to be embarrassed.

"I will accompany you with the accordion!" Unexpectedly, Zhou Shunlai next to him said with a smile: "Is it the song "Ali, Alibaba, Alibaba is a happy young man?" I can also play! "

what?
  Brother Zhou, why are you here to join in the fun?

Well as long as the soldiers are happy!
  Ali Alibaba
  Alibaba is a happy young man     Alibaba
  Alibaba is a happy young man

Oh oh oh oh
  Open Sesame Open Sesame Open Sesame

Oh oh oh oh
  The disco was accompanied by an accordion, which was so novel.

The two people twisted their hips, shook their heads, and waved their hands, which attracted warm applause from the surrounding soldiers, and even the girls from the art troupe also cheered.

The company commander and Captain Liu of the propaganda team who were standing aside looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

It's a bit against the rules.

But as long as the soldiers are happy to see it and it can boost their morale, then go overboard.

After the song ended, Fang Minghua was already sweating profusely.

But it's quite enjoyable.

He was just about to leave when he was stopped by Song Tangtang: "Fang Minghua, can you sing?"

"Yes."

"How about you sing another song?"

"Okay, then I'll show my shame." Fang Minghua was not polite.

Back then, we were also the barbarians in the karaoke bar.

What song are you singing?
  Revolutionary song? It’s all so familiar that it doesn’t mean anything.

Hong Kong and Taiwan songs?

There will be a lot, but it wouldn’t be appropriate to sing on such an occasion, right?

Got it!

Fang Minghua remembered a song and said loudly with a smile: "I will sing a song for you all by Mr. Wang Luobin's "Youth Dance". I hope you like it! It's just that." Fang Minghua suddenly paused.

"Comrade Song Tangtang, please dance with me. Everyone is welcome!"

Bang bang bang. The soldiers applauded.

It is also impolite to come and go without reciprocating.
  Fang Minghua looked at Song Tangtang with a smile.

Song Tangtang didn't hesitate and walked forward openly.

The sun goes down and will still come up tomorrow morning

Thanks for the flowers, they will still bloom next year
  Fang Minghua had just started singing when he suddenly heard the melodious sound of the accordion. It turned out that it was Zhou Shunlai who was accompanying him.

what!
  It's a nice atmosphere.

Song Tangtang also started to dance, Uyghur dance!
  Holding up the hat, holding up the chest, shaking, wrapping the wrists. Dolang step, stomping sideways, Song Tangtang dances like a Uyghur girl.

What else is there? What else is there?

The little bird of my youth will never come back
  What else is there? What else is there?

The little bird of my youth will never come back
  The two cooperated very tacitly, and finally ended with a round of applause.

The condolences performance lasted for nearly two hours. The female soldiers from the art troupe took turns to perform, and finally some soldiers also came up to perform. The atmosphere was very warm.

Finally, they had lunch at the camp. Fang Minghua ate military compressed biscuits for the first time. In order to entertain them, the company commander made an exception and opened two cans of canned fruit.

Military compressed biscuits are very filling. Fang Minghua felt his stomach bloated just after eating one and drinking some water.

After dinner, the cultural troupe got into the truck and started on their way back. Everyone was talking and laughing, with Fang Minghua becoming the focus.

"Fang Minghua, I didn't expect you to be good at singing." Yang Xiaohong, the girl with pigtails, said.

"It's barely enough, but it can't be compared with professional singers like you."

"Very good." Another girl with an oval face interjected: "Fang Minghua, you can write poems and novels, and you can dance and sing. You are really an all-rounder. What else can you do?"

"You have to ask Tangtang. Tangtang knows best!" Yang Xiaohong said again.

The girls were teasing when suddenly several gunshots were heard from the nearby forest. The laughter stopped abruptly and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

(End of this chapter)