Return To 1977 Chapter 465: Song

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"Report!"

No one expected that at this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded outside the door!

Yang Weifan, who was lost in thought, was immediately startled by the cold voice, and his hands trembled, wow!

A lot of the wine in the jar spilled on his pants, making it look like he peed.

This is exactly what it means to drink wine and sigh, Lingxu sighs. It's also sparse and beautiful. Unexpectedly, a shout from outside the door instantly frightened the man's courage!

Wait for the person who came to get the order to come in again. Well, it turned out to be a squad leader under Yang Weifan, and he was holding a guitar in his hand.

What's going on?

Hi! It was May, and the sanatorium was also organizing a "singing competition."

But the competition here is different from the singing songs of ordinary grassroots troops. It is only to reflect the spirit of revolutionary optimism. Just practice and compete.

Don’t forget, this is a rest house. Those retired old men and women have nothing to do, but they are very interested in this every year.

Not only do they have to participate and compete with the officers and soldiers. We also hired experts from professional art troupes to serve as judges through their own channels. Awards were established and held in a very formal manner.

Then, the overall competition must be at a higher level. Because of this, Yang Weifan's officers and soldiers are practicing the competition programs with all their heart.

As for this guitar, Yang Weifan actually got it to relieve his boredom.

But the platoon leader could also play a few times, so at this special moment, he asked Yang Weifan to borrow the instrument as an accompaniment. After each rehearsal, someone would be sent to bring it back to him.

No, this squad leader was ordered to complete this task.

It’s just that this kid came so recklessly, and his voice sounded like it was flying, raw and rough! Can it still be left behind?

Yang Weifan was already drunk, and when he got into the mood of a military ruffian, he didn't even bother to wear a disciplinary buckle, and looked more like a bandit than anyone else.

I actually found the fault of the squad leader who came directly from the dormitory without wearing a hat. He just slapped the squad leader hard.

This sudden attack of "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps" made this kid stunned. His face was red and white, and he was very embarrassed.

Hong Yanwu also thought it was nothing. When he thought about it, they drank and smoked in broad daylight. If the squad leader is dissatisfied and complains a lot, and if he turns around and complains, this matter may become popular.

Of course, Yang Weifan is a "mountain king" with a background, and most likely no one will give him trouble. But after all, it’s not good for him, right?

So when the squad leader left the room feeling extremely aggrieved, Hong Yanwu took the initiative to chase after him.

He explained to the squad leader that he was Yang Weifan's friend and he came to see their company commander today. As for Yang Weifan, something bad happened to happen, and he felt evil in his heart, so he told the squad leader not to mind.

Then he took out two boxes of cigarettes and stuffed them into the hands of the squad leader, saying that this was what Yang Weifan meant. He also said that their company commander already regretted what had just happened, and asked him to take these two boxes of cigarettes back and share them with everyone.

The squad leader doesn’t know anyone else, but he knows “Greater China”. If a big-headed soldier like him hadn't been given it by Hong Yanwu, how would he have had the opportunity to taste such good smoke?

In this way, the frown turned into a smile.

This guy also said to Hong Yanwu, "I know what Company Commander Yang is like. He has a good heart and never refuses anyone who asks him for help. I won't take this little thing seriously. Don't worry, you guys I won’t talk about drinking either.”

That's it, this matter is settled. But when Hong Yanwu returned to the house, he was surprised again.

I love Yang Weifan, who has already followed the general rule of "it's hard for a woman to cry when she's sad to sing" and started playing and singing on her own while holding a guitar.

What he played and sang to Chen Liquan was an American folk song, "Old Negro."

"...Why cry, I shouldn't be sad now, why sigh, friends can't meet again? Why grieve, my relatives have been dead for many years. I heard them calling me softly, I am coming, I am coming, I have My back is old and bent, but I heard them calling me softly..."

I have to say that Hong Yanwu was really surprised.

Because back then, even though he had heard Yang Weifan singing on the southeastern shore of Bincheng. But at that time, because it was windy at the beach and he was singing a cappella, he only felt that this guy's small voice was okay and his pitch was not out of tune, but he didn't notice anything else.

But today it’s different with guitar accompaniment. Not only does he have a melodious voice, he also plays the guitar well. It's actually a bit surprising.

In addition, Yang Weifan's pretty face is quite handsome, and he looks like a mainland version of Liu Wenzheng.

So as soon as the song was finished, Hong Yanwu started to praise it.

"Hey, buddy! This level is good! I didn't expect you to play guitar? When did you practice it?"

Chen Liquan gave a thumbs up and his comments were quite concise.

"Niu X!"

Yang Weifan smiled slightly and told them, "You may not think that playing guitar is popular in Beijing now, but in fact I have known it for a long time. Isn't my mother in a song and dance troupe? When I was a child, I often followed my mother to the troupe. When I had nothing to do, , I just play the instruments there, and the aunts and uncles in the group like to give me a few pointers when they have time. In fact, I can play not only the guitar, but also the piano, violin, flute, matouqin, and erhu. A few times. But the one I played the most was the accordion. To tell you the truth, in 1972, in the entire Wanbaizhuang area, my friend was definitely ranked among the top three. Inside! ”

Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan suddenly felt at ease, and they asked Yang Weifan to play another piece.

Especially when Hong Yanwu said, "Don't just sing about foreign countries and worship foreign countries. Can you come to a domestic one?"

Yang Weifan was not modest, so he came up with another film called "The Surprising Soldiers Awakened by the Four Crosses of Chishui".

"Soldiers walked through the natural dangers with both feet, crossed the Chishui River four times to find surprise soldiers, flew across the natural chasm of the Wujiang River, arrived at Guiyang and arrived in Kunming, the enemy abandoned his armor and threw away his pipes, our army took advantage of the victory to rush forward, and mobilized the tigers to leave the mountains to attack Jinsha. MZX used troops like this God..."

Hey! This guitar-sung Long March suite is not only sonorous and powerful, but also sung by Yang Weifan with a bit of a rock sound! What a talent!

This made Hong Yanwu feel like he was in "Sanlitun".

He thought, hey, I didn’t expect Yang Zi to have such a skill. No matter what, he would never starve to death in this life.

No matter how miserable it is from now on, this kid can make a living singing in bars, or dominate the underground corridors of Xidan. How can I live a small life of beer and skewers...

At this moment, Yang Weifan seemed to be completely interested. The sound of the piano changed again, and he took the initiative to play "Song of the Guerrillas."

"We are all sharpshooters. Every bullet kills an enemy. We are all flying troops. Even if the mountains are high and the water is deep, in this secret forest, comrades' campsites are arranged everywhere, high in the sky. On the hills, there are countless of our good brothers..."

This song is really hopeless!

It started softly, and as the voice got louder, it became as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. The song arrangement, singing style and effects are no less than professional.

As soon as the song was played and sung, Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan couldn't help but applaud together, expressing their heartfelt praise again.

The two of them agreed that just because of Yang Weifan’s song and his guitar, they would go to the Tongzi River to play the piano. All the guitars there had to be thrown into the river, not to mention the "circle people" who had to eat Yang Weifan alive.

Yang Weifan took a sip of wine with pride and waited until the smoke started to rise before telling the two buddies that the last song was actually his favorite song.

Because this was what the baritone pillar of the "Haifang Song and Dance Ensemble" taught him.

The baritone thought he had a good voice and wanted to accept him as a formal disciple. But he was not happy, so he learned this song from others.

He is also very purposeful, just to cope with the artistic performances in school.

Not to mention, so far, thanks to this, he has really won a lot of trophies and certificates in school and in the army.

Now, this time it was the singing competition in the sanatorium. Whether he took the medicine as prescribed, he still planned to use this song to cope with it.

When Hong Yanwu heard this, he couldn't help but ask Yang Weifan.

"Yang Zi, don't tell me, you really have literary talent! But I don't understand. When you were expelled from the Naval Academy, why didn't you go to your mother's art troupe? There you don't suffer or get tired, and you can go everywhere Playing. Isn’t it better than going to the Navy’s grassroots unit? Are you stupid?”

Yang Weifan's answer was in line with his true temperament.

"You are stupid! We are an old man. We rely on singing and dancing to make a living. How hopeless are we? Don't say that I don't want to be a soldier. Even if I become a soldier, I have to be someone who can hold a gun and go to the battlefield. Soldiers..."

When he said this, he couldn't help but get stuck. Because of the reality, I sigh sadly.

"But who knows, our family really wants to use me as a decoration. All my training is in vain! I have worked really **** target practice. You said, as a soldier, you actually want to go to the target? Not even on the battlefield! What kind of soldier is that? Why don’t I just eat the country’s food and salary for free? Hey, in fact, I’m even worse than an art soldier..."

Hong Yanwu rolled his eyes at this moment, suddenly his heart moved, and an idea suddenly came to him.

"Yang Zi, it's useless for you to say this now. You are just a little bird in a golden cage. But don't you want to leave? I want to ask you now, if you can still go to the art troupe, you Are you happy? ”

After saying this, Yang Weifan was stunned.

After thinking about it carefully for a while, he had to admit that choosing the lesser of two harms was a rational choice.

Anyway, he won’t be able to fire a gun until he becomes a soldier, so he might as well go to the art troupe. No matter what he does, being a clerk is better than staying here.

It's just a waste of time to think about it. His mother will definitely not help him, let alone let him go.

But Yang Weifan really didn't expect that Hong Yanwu would be happy after hearing his words.

"That's not necessarily the case. Your mother is planning for your future by not letting you go. It's best to guess her thoughts. She has arranged your future for you. If you want to destroy your future, take the risk She will definitely not want to risk it. But on the other hand, if you can go forward safely and show your face to her, how can she delay your future? I would like to help you with all my strength..."

Yang Weifan was completely confused.

"Xiaowu, what do you want to say, you Yunshanmaozao? What do you mean? Can you just say it if you have something to say? I still want to make progress? I can't do anything here..."

"No, no! There are gods in the white clouds on the thirty-third level of the sky. Gods are made by mortals, but I am afraid that mortals are not strong-willed..."

Hong Yanwu completely showed off his strength as a dog-headed military advisor. After shaking his head and gibbering for a long time, "Yang Daxian" was so anxious that he was about to hit him with a wine bottle, and then he ended the show.

"Actually, my idea is very simple. I have two ready-made songs for you! I figured them out by myself. I can put your name on both the lyrics and the music. You can write it down and ask someone to show it to your mother. This matter is easy to talk about. And I’m telling you, as long as you can get your mother to give you a chance to perform, I will guarantee that you will become famous!”

"Brother, are you too drunk? Can't we stop bragging? And become famous with one song? I'll be the best in the world!"

How could Yang Weifan believe it? They all thought he was playing cymbals with him.

But Hong Yanwu was so angry.

"Hey, you still don't believe it? Okay, listen..."

As he spoke, he cleared his throat and started singing a song.

"The night in the military port is quiet. The waves gently rock the battleship. The young sailors rest their heads on the waves, smiling sweetly in their sleep..."

Hong Yanwu’s voice is not good, but this song has a melodious melody and is so catchy that even a child can sing it after listening to it twice.

The key is that this is another classic piece of the "Haifang Song and Dance Ensemble". The lyrics and melody are so relevant and life-like, which naturally touched Yang Weifan, an active-duty officer who is familiar with naval life.

It’s impossible to say you don’t like it!

So after singing this song, let alone Chen Liquan’s face was full of admiration and excitement, let’s just say it sounded good.

Yang Weifan was completely speechless and had no time to express his appreciation. He hummed involuntarily to savor the taste. It took at least two minutes to give a pretty high rating.

"Amazing, really. This song is amazing! No one can say whether it will become famous or not, but at least it sounds good. Dude, I dare you to be better. What you just figured out by yourself is better than those professional songwriters. There are more! I think it can complement "Roman Watch"..."

The first words were all good, but the last sentence almost made Hong Yanwu angry. Because that song "Roman Table" was the most widely circulated gangster song at that time.

The lyrics are roughly like this: My girlfriend, her conditions are high, she wants a Roman watch. I am a pauper, how can I afford it? I went to steal the wallet and was caught. She laughed on the sidelines. I laughed so hard at you, I did it all for you, for you.

Isn’t this obviously trying to crowd out people?

Hong Yanwu was immediately unhappy.

"Okay! Yang Zi! Are you going to change my hard work? Come on! Let me worry about my hot face and cold butt, and you will have to worry about it. Let's stop here..."

"Ouch!" Yang Weifan was unhappy now, and immediately realized that this pigtail was still in someone's hands!

Yes, apologize quickly. He admitted his mistake again and lit another cigarette. After saying good things and praising him for a long time, Hong Yanwu finally used his slightly off-key voice to play the next song.

"A small white poplar tree, with deep roots and strong stems, grows beside the outpost, watching over the northern border. The breeze blows, making the green leaves rustle, and the sun makes the green leaves shine silver..."

Don’t mention it yet, it’s really worth it! Yang Weifan and Chen Liquan listened together, their eyes becoming more and more lively!