lovenovelstory Chapter 75 Sending off the Red Army, Sending off the Old Man
Chapter 75 Sending off the Red Army, Sending off the Old Man
Chapter 75 Ten Farewells to the Red Army, One Farewell to That Old Man
The high-ranking leader looked up at the two young singers on the stage.
His gaze held both emotion and expectation, reflecting the satisfaction of an elder witnessing the burgeoning growth of new forces and their resounding voice in the new era.
Wasn't all this journey for them?
The world belongs to you, and to us, but ultimately it belongs to you. You young people are full of vigor, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning. Our hopes are pinned on you.
The cheers and applause from the audience lasted for a long time.
The lighting technician adjusted the stage lights to be brighter at the right time.
Lin Hanjiang and Zhang were able to see the front row more clearly.
Amidst the applause, exclamations of praise came from different directions: "Great! You sang so well!" An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit, clapped vigorously and shouted to the people next to him, his face flushed with excitement.
"This is the voice of the new era: fresh, sincere, and powerful."
A bespectacled man who looked like an official nodded repeatedly and remarked to his companion.
"The melody is moving, and the lyrics are even more skillful, making such a big theme sound so intimate. It's remarkable."
"These two young people are remarkable. Jin Tielin has nurtured two excellent students!" Another person, clearly a senior figure within the arts and culture system, said with great satisfaction.
The most eye-catching group were the elderly people sitting in the central area of the front row.
Their applause was not loud.
An elder raised his hand and waved in the direction of Lin Hanjiang and Zhang Ye, saying kindly, "Well sung, you two young comrades, your performance was excellent."
Elders nearby echoed this sentiment.
"Yes, the song is well-written and well-sung. It's full of emotion, has a lofty tone, and feels very natural, not empty."
Another elder chimed in, his tone full of encouragement: "These kinds of works and performances are the kind of artistic masterpieces that the people love to see and hear. They are thought-provoking, artistic, and beautiful to listen to. Young people should have this kind of sensitivity to the times and artistic responsibility."
On stage, Lin Hanjiang and Zhang Ye exchanged a smile, all the tension and pressure transforming into the joy of success.
They bowed deeply to the audience and to all directions.
Applause and cheers, like a tide, surrounded them.
At this moment, they not only completed their performance, but also used their songs to engage in a dialogue with the times and resonate with the people.
Li Shuangjiang, standing to the side of the stage, was beaming with joy, clapping enthusiastically, wishing he could personally go on stage to praise the two young men.
This can be considered a great honor for the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe.
With composed smiles, hosts Zhao Zhongxiang and Ni Ping slowly walked to the center of the stage.
"Thank you, thank you to the two outstanding young singers Zhang Ye and Lin Hanjiang for their wonderful performance, and thank you to all the leaders for your encouragement and kindness."
Zhao Zhongxiang's voice is mellow, steady, and extremely captivating.
"Just as the song conveyed, we are personally walking in the story of spring, and all Chinese sons and daughters are striding into a new era with high spirits. Let us once again give the warmest applause to this magnificent and beautiful era, and also to the young artists who sing for the times and express their feelings for the people."
An even louder round of applause followed.
Amidst thunderous applause and admiring glances, Lin Hanjiang and Zhang Ye slowly retreated to the other side of the stage.
"Tonight's party is now over—"
Ni Ping took over the conversation, preparing to announce the successful conclusion of the gala.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
Ni Ping was the first to notice something was wrong.
The smile on her face suddenly froze.
The core area of the audience seating directly in front of the stage.
There, several elders who had been about to leave after applauding stopped and bowed slightly, whispering something to the senior leaders with concerned expressions.
The leaders who had already stood up on the outer perimeter seemed to have noticed the abnormality as well. They stopped what they were doing, returned to their original positions, and all their eyes were filled with worry, focusing in the same direction.
The senior leader seemed to want to stand up, but his body swayed slightly and he couldn't muster the strength.
He waved his hand, signaling everyone to make way.
He gestured to everyone not to be nervous and to give him some time.
Even on such a grand occasion, he still wanted to take action on his own.
This subtle and sudden change was quickly transmitted to the stage.
Lin Hanjiang and Zhang Ye, who had just retreated to the sidelines, had not yet fully recovered from the joy of their success when they heard the abrupt pause in the host's words.
And then came the hushed whispers from the audience: "What's going on?"
"Why is everyone stopping up there?"
"Is something wrong?"
Li Shuangjiang was standing by the side of the curtain and saw what was happening; his smile vanished instantly.
His expression turned unusually serious, realizing that an important, unplanned situation might have occurred.
Without saying a word, he darted out from behind the side curtain and quickly walked to the center of the stage, his eyes scanning the audience intently.
Lin Hanjiang also returned to the edge of the stage at this time.
I saw high-ranking leaders in the audience.
In the blink of an eye, a thought flashed into Lin Hanjiang's mind like lightning.
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Almost instinctively, he yanked the still-dazed Zhang Ye and said urgently in a low voice, "Senior sister, come with me!"
Before Zhang could react, he pulled her back to the center of the stage and rushed to Li Shuangjiang's side.
"Teacher Li!"
Lin Hanjiang's voice was strained with urgency as he spoke rapidly, "Give the leaders some time, let's sing the chorus—"
The chorus sang "Ten Red Army Soldiers Sent Off," and now all the performers return for an encore.
Li Shuangjiang was stunned, looking at the audacious young man in astonishment.
This proposal is too bold and too risky.
But it may be the only, and most appropriate, way to remedy this situation.
"Ten Farewell Songs to the Red Army" is a revolutionary classic, deeply moving and melodious, conveying good wishes.
Almost every artist can sing it.
Li Shuangjiang hesitated for less than half a second.
"good!"
He made a snap decision and spat out a single word through gritted teeth.
He immediately pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket: "All actors, get on stage immediately, quick!"
At the same time, he said to the stage manager who was waiting nearby, "Quickly, bring up the microphones, as many as you can."
Then, he turned towards the band pit: "Ready for 'Ten Red Army Soldiers Sending Off,' listen to my direction."
The entire backstage and flanks sprang into action instantly.
Despite the chaos, under the command of the formidable Li Shuangjiang, they displayed astonishing efficiency.
The actors in the dressing room, who hadn't had time to remove their makeup and change clothes, were confused, but upon hearing the order, they immediately rushed from the passageway to the stage.
More than a dozen spare microphones were quickly passed to the stage.
Lin Hanjiang and Zhang Ye were the first to get the microphone.
At that moment, the band conductor received the sheet music and looked at Li Shuangjiang.
Li Shuangjiang stood at the very front of the stage and gave the band a firm and powerful starting gesture.
The familiar, melodious, and heartfelt prelude, imbued with the charm of Jiangxi folk songs, rises like a babbling brook at this moment.
The actors then took to the stage one after another.
Hearing the commotion, the audience looked towards the stage and saw the actors rushing onto the stage, accompanied by the music of "Ten Red Army Soldiers Sent Off".
Lin Hanjiang gripped the microphone and was the first to speak.
Without using any techniques, but with the most simple and honest voice, she sang the first line: "After seeing off the Red Army (Jiezhige) down the mountain, the autumn wind (Lige) and the drizzle (Jiezhige) are lingering."
Zhang immediately followed, her voice soft and full of emotion, blending in naturally: "On the mountain, the wild deer howl mournfully, and the leaves of the paulownia trees have all fallen."
In the short time it took them to sing those two lines, Bai Xue and the other singers who had just come off stage quickly stood on the stage.
Li Shuangjiang began conducting this impromptu chorus.
By the time the third line of lyrics arrived, there were already more than forty actors standing on the stage.
With a powerful gesture from Li Shuangjiang, the chorus suddenly burst into song: "A question for our beloved Red Army, when will our troops return to the mountains?"
It is no longer a solo, but a full and multi-layered harmony.
On stage, from the lead singers Lin Hanjiang and Zhang Ye to the chorus of all the actors, everyone was fully engaged.
In the audience, starting from the core area, many veteran comrades and leaders couldn't help but hum along softly to the melody.
This was not a planned performance, but an impromptu expression from the heart.
Of particular note was Ms. Li Guyi, who was standing in the front row of the audience.
She didn't have a microphone, but when the chorus started, she naturally joined in singing.
The highly distinctive soprano voice rang out clearly even without amplification, complementing the singing on stage.
"Wild geese can carry letters; wild geese can fly to the ends of the earth."
The singing continued.
On stage, the actors sang with increasing passion and emotion.
More and more leaders joined the heartfelt chorus in the audience.
The high-ranking leader had already stood up steadily.
Listening to this familiar melody, and looking at the sincere faces in the Great Hall of the People.
Watching this deeply moving chorus performance, he raised his hand and gently waved to the stage and to everyone.
It was as if I was remembering the past.
Under the light, it was clear that his eyes were moist, slightly red, and glistening with tears.
It contains a complex accumulation of emotions, a deep remembrance of the glorious past.
He slowly walked towards the exit to the light.
The song reached its final verse, the most heartfelt and hopeful one: "The dragons and phoenixes are carved and painted, shining brightly. We long for the Red Army morning and night. This platform is called the Red-Looking Platform."
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