A four-hour drive.
Jing Xiaoqiang definitely doesn't know the direction, and he definitely won't ask.
Even though we know that it is located near the largest and most prosperous metropolis in the country, the East China region is also the most prosperous land of fish and rice in the entire country.
But there are still such lonely places by the sea where few people go.
A group of lonely officers and soldiers hid here almost in anonymity.
Obviously, they are protecting the security of Shanghai and the gateway to this land of fish and rice.
They were all young people in their late teens or early twenties. When they saw the art troupe’s vehicle arrive, even the sentry couldn’t help but have a bright look in his eyes.
Apart from the sound of waves and the whistling wind, there was nothing else. Even large barracks could not be seen. There were only a few very simple bungalows, which might look like ordinary houses from the satellite.
Jing Xiaoqiang felt that he had come to the right place.
He knew that the 1990s was a period when the country's national defense was the weakest, and he had to endure being bullied many times.
In an era when technology, economy, firepower and even morale were completely suppressed, it was all up to these warriors to build a defense with their flesh and blood and the most rudimentary weapons.
So this time he no longer chose to only use the accordion and flute for accompaniment, but performed with all his strength, and his vivid movements even seemed to imitate the appearance of everyone he had seen since arriving.
As expected, these simple soldiers laughed from beginning to end and clapped their hands so hard that their palms turned red.
When other members of the group were performing, Jing Xiaoqiang sat among the soldiers and talked about the lyrics, their feelings, and what other songs and dances they wanted to hear or see.
In fact, the entire army is scattered along the coastline in this area, and they cannot gather together for this consolation performance to expose their targets. The consolation team has to carry their musical instruments and walk for an hour or two to the next secret position to perform, and then continue to the next one.
Soldiers in every place stretched their necks, looking forward to the arrival of the condolence team.
Then he stretched his neck reluctantly to bid farewell to the joy.
Even after walking a long way away, I could still see these soldiers standing in line and saluting when I looked back.
Jing Xiaoqiang was a little shocked.
Mother Lu also went with them, and she had to restrain Jing Xiaoqiang from being overly excited.
After the company's performance, he wanted to add a few songs, but Mother Lu shook her head and denied it.
While walking breathlessly on the mountain trail, he explained: "During the war, the art soldiers used their performances to help the soldiers rebuild their hearts and soothe their hearts that were hit hard by the war. In peacetime, they need to soothe the loneliness of those who are away from home, and promote the spirit of dedication and love for their posts, and highlight the pride of their posts. If the songs are about homesickness and love songs, it will seriously affect morale. Do you understand?"
Yes, this is the case in both the idioms such as "besieged on all sides" and "wait for the enemy to tire themselves out".
Songs are used to express one's aspirations and dances are used to express one's emotions. Singing and dancing can easily affect one's emotions.
It is true that you can't sing randomly.
Since I can't just sing casually, I'll just work hard!
When they arrived at an anti-aircraft artillery position for a performance, many soldiers happily squeezed in and sat on boxes of artillery shells.
In fact, it was mainly the publicity officer accompanying the art troupe who wanted to take pictures, so that the scenery would be more worthy of publicity.
Jing Xiaoqiang finished his performance. When he heard that they would have dinner here today, he took off his sportswear and demonstrated to the soldiers how to lift the shell box!
Anyway, I didn’t get enough upper limb exercise today.
That scene...
According to the later description of the members of the art troupe, they had never seen such a warm scene of condolences even after serving in the army for several years or even more than ten years.
Because no art troupe's visiting members have ever been better at lifting shell boxes than the soldiers who practice this every day!
Everyone rushed to compete!
The kitchen staff who were excitedly cooking came out and asked to go into battle!
Jing Xiaoqiang really wants to say, I want to teach you a good lesson on the matter of scientific recommendation.
In the end, it was really a hands-on teaching method.
Driven by the strong desire to win in the army, even Mother Lu received a call from the relevant army leader the next day: "I heard that one of your singing students beat the grassroots company? Hahaha, come on, come to us. We can't do without him in the next condolence activity. Our soldiers are all crying out. I still don't believe that the art soldiers can beat the front-line combat backbones!"
Mother Lu proudly asked people to line up.
Jing Xiaoqiang never thought that he was actually an extremely suitable arts soldier.
He was trained at the Pingjing Drama Academy, spent decades in the capitalist world, and died in a farce of zero-yuan shopping. He understands the truth better than anyone else.
I can definitely devote myself wholeheartedly to the consolation performance work, once a week, no matter how long it lasts.
This time at the seaside camp, if the team had not had to return overnight, Jing Xiaoqiang would have really wanted to stay there to watch the sunrise.
Because the afterglow in the evening is so beautiful, the lingering fiery red smell even resembles the last scene of the West City Theater.
But all the officers and soldiers in the camp were so happy that they insisted on competing with him in eating.
It's impossible to sit on the reef alone and appreciate it.
It would be strange for such a strong and sturdy man to be discovered with such a poetic mindset.
I had to maintain the image of a tough guy throughout the whole process.
This is how Jing Xiaoqiang felt after participating in the consolation performance for the first time.
His three views are extremely correct...except for matters between men and women.
The dancing female soldiers traveling with him glanced at him a lot, but Aunt Lu kept a close eye on him the whole time. Even if this person had not come, Jing Xiaoqiang would never dare to do anything in this small place.
Although the figures of those little girls in military uniforms were extremely attractive.
It was obvious that she hadn't had time to put on her sports bra.
So much so that when he returned to school and saw Du Ruolan and Pan Yunyan again, his eyes were a little lingering.
He is also a passionate young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.
I do so much fitness exercise every day, and yesterday I added a lot of squats and large muscle group stimulation. The surge in testosterone is also aggressive.
If you hold it in any longer, you might end up with something that will backfire.
If you gradually feel that women are boring and only admire men's abdominal muscles, biceps and triceps, then that's it.
Du Ruolan may have been stared at like this since adolescence, so she was very happy and quickly shrugged her shoulders and glared at him: "Hateful!"
Her facial features are naturally lively, and she looks charming even with a slight glance.
Jing Xiaoqiang was already screaming in his heart. If he couldn't develop a relationship with Lu Xi, who had a strong background, then it wouldn't be wrong for him to just obey Xiao Du.
This plump and delicious dish looks as tempting as a dish of roast pork.
I can't hold it anymore!
Pan Yunyan once again exposed herself as a fake vixen, turning a blind eye to the intense gazes of such men.
He just interrupted with a chuckle: "How much work do you have to do? Why didn't I see you on the weekend? Sister Yuan said you got a notice of secondment to the art troupe again? What are you doing there? Can you take me to see it?"
Jing Xiaoqiang looked at them and took a breath while eating a pickled radish. "I went to several companies to give consolation performances yesterday. Forget about you. You are all single men with shining eyes. You are too beautiful to be suitable."
This compliment on her curves made Du Ruolan happy: "Sister Lu didn't come to see you. I went to the store yesterday to help Luo Li watch the store. She said you brought back new styles of underwear."
Having said this, she couldn't help but lower her voice, and her ears turned so red that Jing Xiaoqiang almost bit them.
This kind of shyness that comes from the heart is much more attractive than Sister Yuan’s technical temptation.
Jing Xiaoqiang had to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and recite the Great Compassion Mantra in his heart.
It’s so hard to pass the beauty test!
Du Ruolan was really smart. She understood that he was bewitched by her beauty, and she also realized that this grown boy's self-control was a sign of respecting and honoring himself and not indulging himself.
The corners of her eyes immediately smiled charmingly.
While reaching out and gently pinching the corner of Jing Xiaoqiang's sportswear to express her happiness, she leaned on the desk and looked at him with eyes full of love.
Anyway, it fully reveals the intoxicated state that this is all I need for my life.
Pan Yunyan, who was sitting on the other side of Jing Xiaoqiang, finally came to her senses: "Hey, why is your face so red ..."
Jing Xiaoqiang and Du Ruolan probably both wanted to kick this noisy girl aside.
Jing Xiaoqiang was struggling in his mind, wondering whether he should reach out and hold Du Ruolan's claws.
But holding this...
But I heard the teacher on the podium say loudly: "Next, I would like to see which student will describe the development of drama history in the Yuan Dynasty..."
In an instant, no matter if it was the vixen who was fanning the flames, the agitated Jing Xiaoqiang, or the confused Du Ruolan, they all sat up straight and lowered their heads, not daring to look the teacher in the eye.
Anyway, Jing Xiaoqiang looked at the desk in front of him without even a textbook on it, and all he thought was: "Fuck, this desk is too empty..."
The fear of being called upon by the teacher to answer a question can dominate your life.