Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Peng Man's heart was sour and unspeakable, but he just smiled submissively and slowly stood up and moved out of the kitchen.

   Xu Congrong turned out the 100 exam papers this time, ran to the kitchen and showed it to Su Haitang as if offering a treasure. After being praised by Su Haitang, the child was so beautiful that his little face smiled like a flower.

  Peng Man clutched his suddenly painful chest, endured the itch in his throat, and went to the living room lightly to pour a glass of water.

   He heard laughter from the kitchen, which made her side even more desolate.

   Even Xiaorong likes her, so that's her.

   "Aunt Haitang, will you be a literary soldier in the future? Can you sing?"

  The children who grew up in the army knew a lot, and Xu Congrong asked naturally.

   "If you can sing, you must be a literary soldier. When will our troops not sing?"

  Su Haitang is quite interested in talking to Xu Congrong, which is better than facing Xu He, right?

   And she couldn't tell him the truth that Cheng Yuanzheng didn't sacrifice, and she couldn't come up with evidence if it violated the principle of confidentiality.

   "How can it be the same!" Xu Congrong raised his face solemnly. "I can also sing "Return from Targeting", but it's not called being able to sing."

   "Why doesn't this mean that you can sing? Is it still singing?" Su Haitang interrupted him deliberately.

   "It's not like this, it's on the tape of the tape recorder!" Xu Congrong was a little anxious, looking like you haven't seen the world so much.

   "The tape contains "Return from Targeting", and "Night of Military Harbor"." Su Haitang gently stirred the dumplings in the pot with a slotted spoon, and then took some cold water with a scoop of water to continue cooking.

   "That's okay, anyway, it's not singing with a bunch of people, there will be that, just fill it up!"

  The boy suddenly remembered an appropriate idiom, his face flushed with excitement, and his eyes turned to his father brightly and wrote: Praise!

   Xu He finished rolling out the last dumpling wrapper and showed his son two thumbs up. Xu Congrong burst out in joy.

  Su Haitang laughed.

   "I see, you mean, if you want to be a literary soldier in the Army Art Troupe, you have to sing very well, have real skills, and preferably be able to sing solo, right?"

   "Yes! That's what I meant!" Xu Congrong grinned with a small red mouth, and his big eyes turned into crescents when he smiled.

  Su Haitang pursed her lips and smiled and returned to the front panel. "Brother Xu, let me pack it."

   Xu He was not polite to her, and went over to watch the stove making dumplings.

   Xu Congrong was still a little unfulfilled when he saw that she was no longer talking to her.

   "Aunt Haitang, are you really good at it? Our teacher just taught us a song "Tomorrow Will Be Better", which is very nice."

   This song is really hot, it is everywhere.

   Su Haitang slandered, thinking of the song "Reverse War" that she copied to Yan Zheng and the others, a little prankish expectation.

   Plagiarism, plagiarism, who wouldn't.

   She is comparable to the "Tomorrow Will Be Better" plagiarized by Su Haiyan, He Yuzhu, and the others. Even she herself doesn't know where the song came from.

   Maybe it was the meteorite that fell light-years from the distant future, with its own majestic and vast historical memory?

   But the ancient culture and ancient martial arts that were passed down to her mind obviously basically overlapped with the history of China.

  Su Haitang sometimes wonders where this mysterious stone came from.

   Before it runs out of life, will it also carry a long and glorious history, will it also be called, the earth?

   But the earth is clearly under her feet, running steadily along its own orbit, creating a beautiful scenery of rising tides and rising tides, carrying the joys, sorrows and joys of all creatures and witnessing the changes of the years.