Marrying Leng Libing Wang and having four children, traveling back to the 70s

Chapter 664 He won't go on stage and then launch a full-scale 5km march.

"The wind and sand cannot erase the bloodstains of history—"

"..."

The drumbeats of the four little ones on stage stopped, and Su Nianxi's singing ended.

"Dream Camel Bells" – the song "Begonia in Autumn," a lament for national humiliation, is a poignant and deeply moving melody.

The tragic history of the Begonia River tells us, and especially the young people in the audience, that we must strive for self-improvement and never yield an inch of our beautiful homeland.

The classic Chinese song, which was supposed to be released on March 1, 1984, was thus released ahead of schedule by Su Nianxi Baozi and her four sons, who came from the 3st century.

"Today our land is safe and sound; tomorrow our nation will be prosperous and our people at peace; our motherland will flourish and prosper—"

"Thank you for your hard work, lovely olive green uniforms!"

"Yes," Su Nianxi thought to herself, her heart filled with gratitude. And she led the four little ones in a deep bow to the olive-green fans below the stage.

Thunderous applause erupted again, like a tidal wave, rising and falling in waves.

Sister Ke, wife of Deputy Regiment Commander Xie of the Fourth Regiment, said, "Sister Su, this is such a great honor for us old women! And Tuantuan and the other three, oh my god!"

"Yes, that's right, our Su sister and Tuantuan and the other three! They outshone all the comrades in the art troupe."

Zhang, the wife of Deputy Regiment Commander Jiang from the Second Regiment, whose hands were numb from clapping so fast, immediately picked up where Ke was going.

"..."

The military wives, who were mostly illiterate, listened with tears streaming down their faces and showered the audience with praise.

"Wait, wait... Comrade Su, children, wait—"

Amidst thunderous applause, the four little ones were about to step off the stage when Su Nianxi and Baozi heard the voice of the cultural troupe's host behind them.

This is preventing him from stepping down.

"One more song, sister-in-law, one more song."

"Yes, bring the kids, one more song."

"..."

Yes, that was the shout from the stage, and the olive-green fans in the audience, still not satisfied, seized the opportunity to start cheering again.

"Forehead--"

"Are you hooked on it?"

"My throat, it doesn't want me anymore—"

Seeing this, Su Nianxi's heart skipped a beat, and she secretly worried, as her throat was a little uncomfortable today.

"Everyone, quiet down—"

The troupe's host gestured into the microphone and spoke, then chuckled, "Comrade Su, look how enthusiastic the applause is from the audience..."

Wow! It's true, the hosts of the cultural troupe have forgotten that performing on stage is the job of their comrades, yet they keep asking to go on stage.

Xiao Sibao Dangdang: "No, my little Xixi can't sing anymore."

Da Bao Tuan Tuan: "..." Hmm—

Erbao Manman: "Yes, my little Xixi's throat can't sing anymore."

Sanbao Manman: "That's right."

The four little ones had just noticed that their own mother's pronunciation was a bit hoarse, indicating that her throat was uncomfortable; so, one of them immediately defended her and made excuses.

"Just one more song, the last one, okay—"

The host of the performing arts troupe, who was completely bewitched, really went a bit shameless and begged and pleaded to save him.

"Hello comrade, but my throat really can't sing anymore."

Su Nianxi Baozi isn't really at the point where she can't sing anymore; it's just that being too high-profile isn't her style.

The comrade in charge of hosting the event said, "This, this...look at this..."

Yes, there were constant demands from the audience.

"Then let's have our dad go up on stage and sing a song for his wife, 'Serving the Country with Utmost Loyalty,' okay—"

As luck would have it, the host's microphone landed right on Xiao Sibao Dangdang's little shoulder, and his sweet little voice rang out.

He's truly a good son of Commander Lu Chenting, the living Yama!

Who was supposed to sing it again? And the lyrics "Serve the country with utmost loyalty" really piqued the interest of everyone present.

then--

"Sing--"

"middle--"

"Xiao Lu, come up on stage and sing a song."

"Commander Lu, play a song..."

Sometimes, just a tiny bit of uncontrollable factor can ignite a wildfire.

Sure enough, the audience erupted in cheers, everyone losing their heads and clamoring for Lu Chenting, the Living Yama, to come up on stage.

"Ancestors, ding-ding-"

Commander Lu Chenting, the living devil in the audience, was as if he had been electrocuted. He glared angrily at his own troublesome boss, Xiao Sibao Dangdang, and gritted his teeth in a low voice.

Sanbao Manman: "Oh, I didn't say that."

Erbao Yuanyuan: "Dangdang, you've gotten into trouble."

Da Bao Tuan Tuan: "..." It's over—

Xiao Sibao Dangdang: "Xiao Xixi's voice isn't good, so Dad has to come up and sing for him; a few days ago in the studio, he kept hogging my microphone and sang so happily—I could sing for him."

Little Sibao almost blurted out something he shouldn't have, but thankfully he stopped himself in time.

"Dangdang, do you know what you're saying?"

"Let your dad go on stage and sing..."

Su Nianxi was speechless, silently muttering to herself; she knew her man could sing, but in this situation… hehehe…

Isn't this going to kill her man?

Letting him go on stage and demonstrate a couple of military boxing moves would be fine—

Deputy Regiment Commander Gu Yiyan: "Brother Lu???"

Battalion Commander Shen Xiaoqi: "Excellent! Utmost loyalty to the country!!!"

Deputy Leader Gu Yiyan: "Dangdang is exaggerating! Brother Lu can sing, and he's pretty good at it—"

Battalion Commander Shen Xiaoqi: "..." I don't believe it. My regimental commander is like that?

Well, even if you beat them to death, Deputy Regiment Commander Gu Yiyan and Battalion Commander Shen Xiaoqi, standing one after the other, would never believe that Regiment Commander Lu Jiting, the Living Yama, could sing, let alone shout.

An Donghua, the wife of Zou, the deputy commander of the Fifth Regiment, said, "Lu Lu Lu, Commander Lu looks like that... and he can sing songs too?"

"Uh..." I don't know, sister-in-law, don't ask me.

Shen Xiaoqi's wife, Xie Li, touched her round pregnant belly and was speechless.

"Shouldn't be... no, it can't be!" The fierce man was indeed the leader.

Quan Yilin, the wife of Deputy Regiment Commander Gu Yiyan, stammered as she spoke; she had never heard of such a thing before, only seen her own brother-in-law being fierce.

Unable to resist, the olive-green-clad crowd below the stage found it all very novel. Drawn by the icy face of their leader, Lu Chenting, and by the words "Serve the country with utmost loyalty," the crowd united as one, clapping rhythmically and earnestly inviting him to join in.

"Going up, going up, the living Yama has gone up."

"Oh my god! The living Yama has really taken the stage—"

"What if he goes on stage and suddenly makes everyone run five or ten kilometers?"

"Damn it, shut up!"

"..."

The greenhorns of the J111 unit were initially cheering, but as soon as Lu Chenting, the living devil, stepped onto the stage, some of them inexplicably felt a tightness in their spines.

"Deputy Commander Qiao, Commander Lu, he's on stage!"

"Little Lu, hehehe..."

The astonishment from the "family" of Jilin Province A711 was naturally quite loud.