Three or Two Things about Rebirth

"Oh hawthorn tree, hawthorn tree, why are you so sad? As soon as the loud whistle stopped, I walked along the path to the tree..."

On the stage, Qiu Jiashu was wearing spring and autumn police trousers with straight trouser lines, a new style long-sleeved police shirt, and two shining stars on the epaulettes. He was not wearing a police hat. When he sang, his eyes looked slightly upwards, and his voice was affectionate and deep, as if he was speaking to someone.

The accordion on his back did not look bulky at all, and during the intermission of the song, he even danced to the music.

Someone in the back seat was exclaiming, "Oh, how handsome! I've never seen anyone wear a uniform so well!"

Qiu Luming was filled with pride as he looked at his second brother shining brightly on the stage. The corners of his mouth curved up, and his little head swayed slightly with the singing.

After the song was over, the audience applauded enthusiastically and shouted for another one!

Qiu Jiashu saluted and prepared to leave, but Qin Huifang repeated her old trick and tried to stop him, but he turned around and went straight down the other side of the stage.

The audience burst into laughter.

Qiu Luming looked at the dazed Qin Huifang and burst into laughter. She guaranteed that halfway through the song, Qin Huifang would start to think about how to persuade her second brother to sing another song in a polite way.

The show was more than halfway through, and the female teacher beside him was still grabbing Qiu Luming and chattering in a low voice, "Luming, let me tell you, of your three brothers, your second brother is the most handsome! He sings so well, I tell you, if I weren't a teacher, I would definitely wait outside your door every day and follow him to work! Oh my God, that high nose, those long legs, legs from the armpits down!"

Qiu Luming got goosebumps after hearing this and advised, "Teacher, it seems that all the people sitting behind us are from your middle school."

"Ah! Why didn't you say it earlier?" The female teacher sat up straight in panic.

Just when Qiu Luming almost forgot that Qin Huifang had a group dance, her show came on.

There were eight people dancing in a group, four men and four women. The men were of average height, about 1.80 meters, and the women were also of average height, about 1.65 meters.

The man was wearing a black suit and the woman was wearing a red sweater and black skirt. The handsome man and beautiful woman were very eye-catching.

Before the music starts, they have a show.

The tape was a bit stuck, and they appeared for more than a minute before the prelude of "Love Song 1990" finally sounded, and people in the audience immediately screamed and applauded.

"Your dark eyes and your smiling face..." As the eight people sang the first line of the lyrics, they immediately changed their formation. The girl's black sundress spun around in layers, which was very beautiful and there was another round of applause from the audience.

It was obvious that they had worked hard. The rhythm was spot on and the steps were in sync. However, perhaps because they took the performance too seriously or were too nervous, the expressions of the eight people were a little stiff. Even the usually ruffian Yang Dawei couldn't get over it. Qin Huifang also had a look of deep hatred and the demeanor she had as the host just now disappeared. One girl kept looking down at her feet. In addition, the steps of the group dance were simple, just left to right, right to left, turning in circles with wrong steps, and turning in circles with wrong steps. In the second half, the applause gradually died down.

Qiu Luming clapped his hands anxiously to the rhythm, and heard Lu Jiaming shouting at the top of his lungs from somewhere in the corner, "Come on, No. 2 Middle School!"

Their encouragement is like small waves in the sea, which disappear after a while.

Qiu Luming could see that Qin Huifang was feeling a little awkward during the announcement.

After a few shows, Yang Dawei walked onto the stage and Qiu Luming burst out laughing.

Yang Dawei had his hair permed, wore a black suit and black leather shoes, a red bow tie around his neck, and a little lipstick. His show was to imitate Fei Xiang and sing "A Fire in Winter".

Not only Qiu Luming laughed, most people in the audience burst into laughter.

When the alarm-like prelude sounded, Yang Dawei began to breakdance. After experiencing the embarrassment of the first half minute, Yang Dawei simply let go.

Although he is not as tall as Fei Xiang, he is not short either. Most of his dance moves are copied from the TV shows. The four male dancers behind him also have breakdance skills. Like Yang Dawei, they all have the same wild and crazy temperament. Seeing Yang Dawei so unrestrained, they danced more vigorously, and unexpectedly achieved excellent stage effect. The whole audience applauded along with the rhythm, and some people whistled loudly.

Yang Dawei had completely let himself go. His dance moves were particularly exaggerated. He sang and danced at the same time, and his eyes almost popped out of his head with his seductive glances.

The female teacher who had been silent for a while suddenly said, "It should be said that except for academic performance, the students of No. 2 Middle School are not bad in other aspects!"

What Qiu Luming did not expect the most was that an old man who looked to be in his sixties, with silver hair and wearing an old military uniform, came up for the finale. He was in good spirits and stood straight on the stage. He saluted first, and then, amid warm applause, he said to the microphone with full energy, "My name is Luo Hongxing! I am 65 years old this year! I am from Jiayang! I participated in the Liaoshen and Huaihai campaigns as a bugler! I can play 107 kinds of bugles!"

There was even more enthusiastic applause from the audience.

"Now! I will blow the emergency assembly and charge horn for everyone! Young people! For the country's four modernizations, for the prosperity of the motherland--" Elder Luo Hongxing suddenly punched forward with his right fist, "Charge!"

Beep, beep, beep, beep... As the horn sounded, Qiu Luming's tears flowed down.

She seldom shed tears since she lost her mother at a young age, left home when she was a little older, and fled the country due to disasters. But why does she often shed tears now that she lives in this peaceful era?

After the old man finished his performance, the audience stood up and applauded for a long time.

The last program was a chorus of a hundred middle school students. Before the song was over, the elderly people and children sitting in the aisle began to leave the stage in a noisy manner.

Some students in the back row have already started to discuss the June 1st Sports Parade anxiously, and some are saying that it would be great if they could go to Beijing to watch the Asian Games.

The chorus ended and the curtain was drawn. Behind the curtain was the chaotic footsteps of students. Two hosts stood at the edge of the stage, holding scripts and speaking passionately at the top of their lungs. No one knew what they were saying. Even Qiu Luming, with his poor hearing, couldn't hear it clearly.

The lights came on and the crowd rushed towards the gate. Qiu Luming couldn't help but follow them out. When he turned around, he found that it was Xie Zhi who was beside him.

He also recognized her and said with a smile, "Did your third brother write to you?"

Qiu Luming shook his head.

"He sent me a letter, asking me to go to Beijing with him! He himself has no place to stay yet, so he wants me to live in the basement with him?"

"My third brother is very good at his profession. He will find a good job and he definitely won't have to live in the basement!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xie Zhi laughed.

After leaving the cinema, it was even more chaotic outside. Everyone was getting their bicycles and people were stuck at the intersection. Three or four teenagers were fighting for some unknown reason, and people were trying to avoid them, making the road even more crowded.

Xie Zhi pulled Qiu Luming's sleeve, led her down the side stairs, pointed to a small path and said, "Go through here and you will reach Binjiang Road."

Qiu Luming thanked him and couldn't help wanting to talk to him more. "Third brother, you can watch the Asian Games in Beijing. ...By the way, why don't you have any show today?"

"Me? I haven't been officially assigned a unit yet after demobilization."

"Why? It's been half a year?"

"I was assigned to the lumber mill, but I didn't go. I'm still waiting for news from the armed forces department," Xie Zhi said lightly.