"Night at the Military Port" and "Little White Poplar" are indeed excellent works in the "Red Songs", both beautiful to listen to and easy to learn.

Yang Weifan quickly learned a rough idea of ​​it, and then sang like this with guitar accompaniment. Not to mention that Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan were very satisfied, even he himself felt very well.

Then I took the VCR and played the recording again, and the effect was amazing. It was not like an amateur at all, and it was definitely qualified to participate in the military parade.

This not only greatly increased Yang Weifan's confidence, but also gave him a lot of confidence in Hong Yanwu's ideas. Hong Yanwu naturally also added a lot of literary glory in his heart.

Although he can't be called a master of lyrics and music yet, he has reached the point where he can admire him. But Yang Weifan is convinced that Hong Yanwu has a crooked talent and a brain that is definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

Think about it, in this era when almost all revolutionary songs are impassioned, a person can actually express the boring military life through songs in such a romantic and lyrical way. To say that this is not considered talent is simply ignorant.

language.

As for whether this song was composed by someone else and was plagiarized by Hong Yanwu?

Yang Weifan had no such considerations at all.

This is mainly because people had a lot of free time back then, and many people composed their own songs to relieve their boredom. Moreover, most of these "creators" had no knowledge of music, and the spread of songs relied on singing.

This is also the main reason why many educated youth songs and "gangster songs" were so popular among the people.

There are quite a few songs among them that are quite graceful and beautiful. For example, "Song of the Educated Youth of Nanjing", "Roman Watch", and "Knitting Sweater" all belong to this genre.

Since Yang Weifan came into contact with Hong Yanwu, he has also heard many of his "created" tunes.

For example, "Katyusha" was changed into "Stewed Radish".

"Buy four radishes, chop them up, put them in the pot, and slurp them. If you don't have peppercorns, just add a few drops of vinegar. If they are not sour, just drink them together..."

There is also "The Mother-in-Law" which was adapted from "The Business of Love".

"Refuse to be photographed by me, forcing me to leave. You said that you have been occupied by others, and tears fell. Don't refuse my love, I will definitely photograph you. No matter how many wounds I have, I will bring you back. The circle is not who

If you want to take it, you can take it with you. First, use the plug and belt to poke your share. The mother-in-law is not someone who wants to take pictures. You can take pictures if you want to take them. Step on the 28, carry the shovel, and chase your love...

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In Yang Weifan's opinion, these songs are all interesting and good-sounding, and they even have the potential to be widely circulated.

Therefore, in fact, Hong Yanwu had already "showed" his extraordinary "musical talent". Yang Weifan naturally had no doubt about him.

What's more, Yang Weifan completely believed that his brother would not lie to him or cheat him. If it weren't for Hong Yanwu's own song, he would never have signed it.

What's interesting is that after receiving these two songs from Hong Yanwu, Yang Weifan himself felt a little unhappy. He suddenly felt ashamed of Hong Yanwu.

This is because Hong Yanwu once called him to inform him of the situation of Wanyan's old house, "Half Acre Garden", and asked him to find a way to inquire with the people in the "General Logistics Department" and help him find a solution.

He has now found out the news. The unit occupying the house is a military supplies factory affiliated with the General Logistics Department's munitions department.

The factory is not big. The key is that if you want this factory to be vacated, you have to at least talk to and coordinate with the bureau-level cadres of the Factory Management Bureau of the Ministry of Munitions.

His own relationship is at the level of deputy director at most, which is a bit low.

Of course, if we have to consider all aspects, Yang Weifan is not really without options. Zhou Manna's father is the director of the college management department. Through this relationship, it can definitely be solved.

But if he wanted to do this, he would have to owe the Zhou family a huge favor, so naturally he didn't want to open his mouth.

So, on the one hand, his buddies helped him sincerely. On the other hand, he had to live up to his friends' trust. How could he not feel ashamed?

But what he didn't expect was that when he had the courage to talk about the situation, Hong Yanwu understood his difficulties very well.

Not only did she not blame him, but she thanked him for getting the specific information. On the contrary, she told him not to worry, saying that he should take his time to think of a solution.

This made him feel even more like a good friend to others, but he didn't feel like that much.

They are all in their prime of life, and what they are most used to is expressing their feelings through alcohol. Since there is nothing to repay, let's start drinking.

So all that was left was to drink and eat meat, play the piano and chat.

Hong Yanwu also didn't forget to tell Yang Weifan that he was going to marry a wife next year, and asked the boy to prepare a wife for him in advance.

This news was really shocking to Yang Weifan again. He could only clasp his fists and shout in admiration. He said that maybe when he gets married, Hong Yanwu's children will be jealous, and expressed his strong support for Hong Yanwu's efforts to achieve the life goal of five generations living under the same roof.

In short, the three little brothers were making fun and laughing together, making four bottles of Maotai, and kept working on it until about eight o'clock in the evening.

Yang Weifan had two more wire beds and two quilts brought to him, and Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan rested in his dormitory.

But early the next morning, all three of them woke up before five o'clock. For no other reason than that, they felt sick to their stomachs.

Think about it, you drank so much liquor yesterday and all you ate was cold cooked food, without even a bite of food. What does that feel like?

To be honest, a big bowl of wine and a big piece of meat all fit the name of Wang Shuo's novel - it looks beautiful. What they are looking forward to most right now is to drink hot porridge.

As a result, this morning, the soldiers in the dormitory canteen had their eyes opened.

As soon as the door opened at 5:30, Yang Weifan, Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan took the lead and rushed in. They ate whatever was ready and rubbed their feet.

With pickles, eggs, steamed buns, and corn noodle porridge, the three of them drank three bowls each. They were just like the master who had been hungry for three days without eating.

Originally, the young soldiers thought that the army canteen was not allowed to be wasted, fearing that they would take so many steamed buns and end up with leftover food.

Unexpectedly, nothing was wasted. Just two words can make it!

After eating and drinking, the three of them felt energetic. Since we were at the foot of Fragrant Mountain, it was not a waste of time to come here. Hong Yanwu, Chen Liquan and Yang Weifan burped and went up the mountain together.

After they came down from the mountain at noon, they went to the villagers' homes near the "Xiangshan Tuancheng Ruins" to shoot.

The people here are all descendants of Banner people, and their food tastes are similar to those in the capital.

However, Hong Yanwu and the others did not eat the farm food cooked by others. Hong Yanwu's crooked idea was to spend five yuan to buy two chickens from fellow villagers, some corn, potatoes, and two bottles of "local roast".

They took matters into their own hands, eviscerating the chickens, plucking the feathers and sprinkling salt on them. They then lit a bonfire and barbecued them directly in other people's yards. They also put corn and potatoes directly into the charcoal fire in people's stoves.

Whether it tastes good or not is another matter, but it has a unique flavor. It's a bit like eating wild food in Bincheng.

The fellow villagers looked fresh, and what they didn't expect was that they would gain more insights by listening to their nonsense.

Several boys sat down to drink and chat, with Hong Yanwu taking the lead in turning on the boring mode.

He deliberately acted sanctimonious.

"We are tired of drinking. Let me ask you a few questions to test your knowledge. What are our four great classics? What are our four great inventions? What are the four great reds? What are the four great hard things? What are the four great whites?

What are the four evils? What are the four triumphs? What are the four misfortunes?..."

After one or two known answers were denied, Chen Liquan waved his head and expressed his ignorance.

But Yang Weifanyi said sternly, "Stop ruining our culture, tell me what are the answers to the last few of the 'Four Hard Things'?"

Sure enough, there is no answer that is not rogue. As soon as Hong Yanwu said it, even the fellow villagers next to him got excited.

After drinking the meal amidst laughter and laughter, it was time for Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan to say goodbye. In the farmyard, they announced that they would not go back to the sanatorium with Yang Weifan and would take the bus directly home.

How could Yang Weifan let them leave like this? If he had to ask them to go back with him, he would contact the car squad to send the director's jeep to take them away.

Hong Yanwu was afraid that because he was a junior official, he would have such privileges and would have people making irresponsible remarks, which would have a bad impact, so he kept declining.

But Yang Weifan said, "Pull me down. If you keep talking nonsense, I can only ask my soldiers to set up barriers to stop your car. Last time, the cousin of the platoon leader under me came to see him, and those boys

What we did was so scary that the truck driver almost pissed himself. If you don’t mind the excitement, let’s do it again..."

Hong Yanwu quickly agreed. "Okay, then let's take the privilege. It will count as my virtue and good deeds."

Yang Weifan also nodded seriously. "That's right. Only those who obey the organization's arrangements are good comrades..."

After returning to the capital, another day later, "Tang Xin'er" called Hong Yanwu on time and informed him that he would come to help with the move on Sunday.

He didn't say anything else on the phone, and the tone sounded quite happy. He seemed to have really found a place.

This made Hong Yanwu a little surprised. He was a little curious, but he didn't have the nerve to ask where he wanted to live. Anyway, he would know that day. Let's see then.

In this way, on the afternoon of May 13, Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan rode a three-wheeler to the courtyard of "Meizhu Xiejie" on time and began to help "Tang Xin'er" move things.

"Tangxin'er" was not short of money. He gave many of his old items to his neighbors in the courtyard, and he also threw away a lot of them himself.

There weren't many things that were put away in the end. They were all small items packed in cardboard boxes. The big guys just took away the TV and the refrigerator. The two cars happened to be put away. Under her guidance, Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan

I pedaled to Chang'an Avenue.

Where are they going?

Hey, it's the "Qifenglou Hutong" on Dongdan North Street. The small, single-family courtyard left by "Sister Agou" for "Tang Xin'er".

At this time, it's the flowering season of "Peace Flower" again. The two "Peace Flower" plants in the corner of the courtyard are in full bloom again, white and fragrant.

But compared with the past, there are no vines in the courtyard. Only a few plants are still growing in the corners of the east wing, and the bright and enchanting large morning trumpets with gold edges are still hanging.

Hong Yanwu, who was moving things into the courtyard, was completely convinced. How could he have imagined that "Tang Xin'er"'s master "Sister Agou" would actually leave such a "legacy" to her.

And because of the recent renovation of the old house, Hong Yanwu learned a lot about the old house. He could easily tell that this should be a forcibly separated courtyard from the "Guangliang Gate" courtyard next to it.

Judging from the shape of the "Guangliang Gate" and the remaining decorations on the door such as the sparrows and three clouds, we know that this mansion was not only a residence for high-ranking officials, but also a third-grade or above.

Can a house like this be any worse?

What's even more surprising is that the inside of the house is actually better than expected. The Western furnishings in the main room of the north room are all exquisite, rich but not tacky. It feels like the Shanghai Ocean House in old movies.

If a movie is made, the scenes used to show the corruption and depravity of the exploiting class in the old society are suitable, and are ten thousand times better than artificial scenery.

Chen Liquan was particularly interested in the old gramophone in the corner. He couldn't help but pick up the vinyl records and read them one by one.

Hearing "Tang Xin'er" say that just putting a record in the gramophone can play music, he was very curious about what was going on. He said he often saw it in movies, but had never seen it before.

Seeing him like this, "Tang Xin'er" put one for him.

As the needle slid across the black film, Zhou Xuan's golden voice sang a moving melody from decades ago.

"The clouds have dispersed, the bright moon shines upon us, and we are reunited and happy. It is the most beautiful thing today. The clear and shallow pond, the mandarin ducks playing in the water, the red clothes and green covers, and the lotus blossoms. They are in love with each other, and the garden wind is blowing towards the beautiful flowers..."

The song "Full Moon and Beautiful Flowers" is like someone picking out people's ears with goose feathers. It touches people's feelings and shows the prosperous and dream-like charm of the old days.

Chen Liquan slowly sat down on the rocking chair nearby, and soon became enchanted.

Hong Yanwu lit a cigarette and blew out a faint smoke. Then he deliberately winked at the "Tang Xin'er" standing against the wall.

Of course "Tang Xin'er" understood what it meant, her cheeks turned red instantly, she shook her head gently, and only gave Hong Yanwu an affectionate smile.

Under the sunlight that shines through the glass, her face and the edges of her skin are reflected in bright white fluorescence, making her outline more delicate and beautiful.
Chapter completed!