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The words of Zheng Xuefeng. The fact that he was bought by Wan Fabin was completely confirmed.
Several people felt like they were going to explode.
Jiang Shuo followed Zhu Yunwei backstage.
As soon as he came over, he saw Wan Fabin sitting in the background.
Xu Yu looked at Jiang Shuo: "Isn't this the person in charge of Baihui Supermarket? What, what are you doing here?"
The words are full of irony and pride.
At first, he really didn't know what Jiang Shuo was preparing for the party.
It's just that Zheng Xuefeng's father came over today and asked Zheng Xuefeng to have dinner together.
Zheng Xuefeng mentioned this on the table.
This made Wan Fabin break out in a cold sweat, and quickly stuffed Zheng Xuefeng with a red envelope, asking him to change his words temporarily.
Of course Zheng Xuefeng helped his relatives, so this kind of thing happened.
Zhu Yunwei's face was a little uncomfortable: "Sorry, this is the backstage of the party, please go out if you are idle!"
Wan Fabin didn't get angry, and smiled: "Little girl, you still have to pay attention to what you say."
"Do you know my relationship with the dean?"
The angry Zhu Yunwei was speechless.
Jiang Shuo pulled Zhu Yunwei behind him, without any anger on his face.
He smiled and said: "Brother, you played a good move, really, I admire you."
"Hahaha, you are being polite, little brother." Wan Fabin smiled with a hint of teasing.
Xindao, you are a freshman, what qualifications do you have to come and talk like this in front of me?
Did Shanggang go online and regard himself as a character?
After the laughter fell, he continued: "Little brother, I think you should come to work with me."
"I'll give you one hundred yuan a month, including two meals, is it feasible?"
Jiang Shuo smiled: "No, my boss treats me well, so I won't change places for now."
"Then brother, can you leave now?"
Wan Fabin pretended to be helpless: "Students, I really envy you."
"A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but its courage is admirable, but how can this calf beat a tiger?"
"It's just useless passion."
With that said, he left here.
Jiang Shuo's face darkened to the extreme.
Zhu Yunwei was afraid that Jiang Shuo would leave in anger, and kept persuading him not to be impulsive.
Jiang Shuo sat on the side in silence.
After a long time, he sighed: "It seems that I still have to rely on myself."
In the following time, the host kept reporting various programs up and down.
And the speech in his hand completely copied the one written by Jiang Shuo.
It's just that in the speech, the advertisement of Baihui Supermarket implanted was changed to Binge Supermarket.
It was eleven o'clock in the evening.
The enthusiasm of the teachers and students in the audience has long cooled down in each program.
There are already many students who are sparsely preparing to leave.
Zheng Xuefeng was very satisfied with such a scene, and before reporting the last program, he purposely babbled for a long time.
Just to make the audience impatient to leave.
Finally, when a large number of people left the stage, Zheng Xuefeng lazily reported Jiang Shuo's program.
Jiang Shuo came up from the backstage holding a guitar.
When passing by Zheng Xuefeng, his eyes were as cold as winter and he looked at Zheng Xuefeng.
This made Zheng Xuefeng very upset. If it wasn't for Jiang Shuo's coming to the stage, he would really be furious at Jiang Shuo.
After walking to the backstage, he threw the microphone angrily: "What, I will see how you end up today!"
On the stage, Jiang Shuo glanced at the ebbing flow of people below.
He didn't speak either, and sat straight on the prepared chair.
Holding a guitar in his hand, the spotlight was shot down on his head, because without the enthusiasm of the audience, there was a lot less attention.
His eyes stared blankly into the distance.
After a long time, I said: "The song I was supposed to sing was called "Those Flowers", which commemorates our lost youth."
"But after the month-long military training, I think the most memorable thing is the instructors who have been with us for a month."
"When we are complaining about suffering and tiredness, they accompany us meticulously. This is the person who deserves our respect the most."
"This song is called "Soldier Returns Home"."
here?As soon as it came out, an officer of a large colonel under the stage originally stood up and was about to leave, but he paused and stopped in place.
The same goes for school leaders.
And those instructors also looked at Jiang Shuo strangely.
In the first two hours of performances, there were those who praised the motherland and those who flattered the school.
Also play affectionate praise of university life.
Many students who had already walked towards the dormitory building turned their heads curiously.
Jiang Shuo stared blankly at everything, his fingers flicking on the strings quickly.
Cheerful, majestic, and melancholic notes float in the night sky.
Like a clear spring, it quietly entered the hearts of many people.
Dong Hao, who was in charge of the dubbing of the band over there, suddenly had a burst of inspiration, sat in front of the drum set, and beat the rhythm unconsciously.
Jiang Shuo's slightly hoarse murmur came out.
Nanaida is in her hometown
? Waiting for the return of Musa to the dead leaves
Waiting hard for Musa to come
? Seeds have turned into green leaves
The "Soldier Returns Home" of the three-acre land definitely does not belong to that kind of popular song in later generations.
But those who have heard it will definitely sink into it.
Especially for some soldiers.
I didn't sing the scenes of soldiers fighting bloody battles, nor did I sing about the infinite glory of soldiers.
It sang a story about an ordinary soldier returning home after retiring, and then there was a girl who had been waiting for countless years at home, and was looking forward to it.
Simple, with the tune of Mongolian Grassland Minor, full of magic.
Let the dark-faced soldiers below be silent.
It is connected to the big colonel, and it is also silent without knowing it.
More than 3,000 teachers and students at the scene stopped and slowly returned to the stage.
Even those who passed by the playground quietly surrounded them.
The whole piece is very long, five or six minutes long.
Jiang Shuo just sang, sang, and silenced the singing of more than 3,000 people present.
Qianqian looked at Jiang Shuo quietly from the stage, the peach blossom eyes under the starlight were deep, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
After a long time, it seemed that something was poked in my heart by this song, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
After five or six minutes passed, the school leaders stood up unconsciously.
At the end of the song, the firm and powerful voice of the originally silent senior officer frightened the night.
"gather!"
Clang clang clang.
The instructors standing by the side trotted to the front of the stage and quickly arranged a formation of ten columns and three rows. .
The colonel trotted to the stage in a very serious manner as well.
Turn around, facing twenty or thirty instructors: "Stand at attention!"
"Dah!"
The sound of neat heel bumps echoed in the long silent night.
Thousands of people were in awe, and no one dared to speak, as if everyone had forgotten to breathe.
Jiang Shuo also picked up the guitar and stood up.
The Colonel officer issued the order again: "Salute!"
Swipe, swipe, swipe.
Twenty or thirty instructors actually gave Jiang Shuo the most standard military salute. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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