"What? Fuck, I heard it right. Who was they singing just now? Why did I sound like our son's name?" Chu Guochang, who was making flutes in the store, put down the semi-finished product in his hand and asked a little strangely as he listened to the singing on the radio.

"Yes, I heard a sound too, but I didn't pay attention. It seemed like I was talking about No. 2 Middle School, Chu Yang. By the way, didn't our son go to Qinhai for class today? Maybe it was him?" Yang Ru said, and hurriedly walked over and turned the volume on the radio a little.

"It sounds a bit like it, but a bit like it. You said it's not really that boy, why did you go to the radio to sing?" Chu Guochang asked strangely.

"Yes, but this song is really nice. It would be great if it was our son who sang it." Yang Ru said with a smile. My son has become much more sensible during this period. What's even more rare is that he has grown up his skills and actually bought a big house for his family. Yang Ru would wake up in her dreams in the past two days. After suffering for half her life, she finally has to enjoy her happiness. From the heart, Yang Ru is proud of her son!

"Don't you care about him, just call him and ask him, you will understand." Chu Guochang said, then picked up the landline and prepared to call his son.

"Hey hey hey! You stop and stop! What are you doing? What if you really are your son? You are fighting now, aren't you going to make trouble for him?" Yang Ru hurriedly stopped him and glared at Chu Guochang.

"Am I curious too?" Chu Guochang put down the phone and smiled embarrassedly.

"Okay, I'm curious to ask when my son comes back, so you can do your work quickly." Yang Ru said.

"Forget it, I won't make it anymore. Anyway, these flutes won't be sold for a lot of money. In the future, I'll see that this shop will make this kid. He makes a flute, which is more than 100 for me." Chu Guochang said with some depression.

He also studied the flutes his son made, but his skills and processes were the same, and he could not see anything special. However, no matter how he did it, he could not make that kind of flute. He also asked Chu Yang to tell him the tricks, but after Chu Yang told him a few times, he was confused and could not understand at all. Later, he simply stopped learning it.

"Your son is better than you, you old man is not happy." Yang Ru said with a blank look.

"Happy. Happy, you're watching in the store. I'll go to the new house to see how the decoration is going. Don't be lazy. You said that my son is the same. He doesn't like the fine decorations he gave, so he insists on installing them again. Isn't this money burning too much?" Chu Guochang said angrily.

"What do you care about so much? Just listen to the children. In the future, he will live in this house. After a few years, he graduated from college, got married and married, and had another child. We will take the children to the couple. Go to the park to take a walk, bask in the sun, and don't care about anything. How great is it." Yang Ru put down the vegetables in her hand and said with some yearning.

"Okay, I won't be nonsense with you, the old woman, I'll leave." Chu Guochang said, pushing the door and riding the electric car out.

At this moment, Chu Yang's singing continued.

Tens of thousands of listeners were guarding the radio and listening quietly to the song "See Xibaipo Again". Many of them were not familiar with this song, or even for the first time. After all, it was like a big song with a strong political color, and there were few audiences in normal times. But when they heard Chu Yang sing this song, they were still moved by the beautiful and affectionate voices!

Chu Yang's singing is soothing and natural. It is not like singing, but like talking to you kindly and telling you stories. Listening to him in his singing, many elderly people recalled those hard and ideal years.

"We are still telling the people in Xibaipo that we must keep the humble and prudent style in our hearts; we also promised history in Xibaipo that we must change the mountains and rivers with the persistence of hard work! Ah, the years of wind and rain have passed by calmly, and Xibaipo has left a song that remains unchanged, the song that remains unchanged in true love..."

The singing gradually became excited, as if it changed from telling to feeling and looking back. Through the singing, long scrolls of history slowly appeared in front of the listener with a sense of heaviness.

"Start the music a little." In the No. 1 car of the Municipal Party Committee, Secretary Song sat in the back seat, and the one in the car was Qin Hai Music Radio. Just now, because Zhao Ran sang badly, the driver turned the volume down very well, but when he heard the secretary say this, he immediately turned the volume up again.

Song Tianming, Secretary of Qinhai Municipal Party Committee. He is 46 years old this year and has been assigned to the local government for more than a year since the National Development and Reform Commission. He has never been out of Yanjing. He is a genuine Beijing official. He is tall and a little fat, but he does not look obvious. He has a white face and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He has a meticulous hair. He looks a bit scholarly at first, but if he looks closely, his invisible official power is extremely heavy, and he is a type of self-righteous without anger.

Song Tianming is a typical red child with a strong roots and a very strict family education since childhood. He received extremely orthodox Chinese education. Unlike ordinary bureaucrats, Song Tianming is an official with a sense of political responsibility and political ambitions, which is directly related to his grandfather Song Changlu. Song Changlu was an old revolutionary who followed Taizu to conquer the world. He was a very pure proletarian. Although the old man has a very high status in the Chinese political system, he has strict requirements for his children. He has educated his children to have awe and a sense of responsibility for the country and the nation since he was a child.

When Song Tianming was young, he even held positions in the field army and participated in the Nanjiang Defense War. This was an official with red blood flowing in his bones.

Because of this, Song Tianming feels very intimate whenever he hears songs belonging to that era.

Song Tianming has never heard of this song being played on the radio, but the lyrics are touching the softest string deep in his heart.

"The years of wind and rain have passed by calmly. Yes, how many people will remember the past wind and rain." Listening to the singing, Song Tianming's thoughts flew back to the years of war.

"Xibaipo, the holy land of the Chinese revolution, Taizu brought the Party Central Committee out of the country, went to Beijing to take the exam, and unify the whole of China." Song Tianming thought of Taizu's style in his heart, and couldn't help but fascinated.

He has been to Xibaipo more than once, especially after serving as the Secretary of the Qinhai Municipal Party Committee. For him, Xibaipo is also the holy place in his heart.

"The road is still bumpy in the future. Xibaipo is stirring up a song that keeps pace with the times, a song that keeps pace with the times!" During the play, the song suddenly turned high!

"Ah Xibaipo, Ah Xibaipo, See Xibaipo again!" In the majestic accompaniment, the singing sounds like the sound of metal and stone, straight into the clouds, deep and sincere emotions are as unstoppable as a mountain torrent!

Listening to the exciting song, Song Tianming couldn't help but waved his arms gently to the rhythm of the song.

Li Haitao looked at Secretary Song in the back seat, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He has been with Secretary Song for more than a year. In his impression, Secretary Song has never been a person who likes to sing. It is rare to see him express special emotions about any singer or song. But today, Secretary Song is so fascinated by a song on the radio. Is there anything special about this song?

The songs on the radio have been sung, but Song Tianming is still unsatisfied. After looking at the front row, Song Tianming asked casually: "Xiao Li, do you know what the song is called?"

"Secretary Song, I have never heard of this song, but listening to the lyrics, it should be a red song praising Xibaipo. Xibaipo is a famous patriotic education base in our province. This song is really appropriate." Li Haitao said, and a hint of shame flashed across his face. The secretary asked him what the song was called, but he didn't know. It seemed that he would have to do his homework after he went back.

"Yes, now from the central government to the local government, we are doing educational practice activities. Although we are also doing it, I think the momentum is not big enough and not solid enough. The publicity outlets also need to take action. I have heard of a party celebrating the May Fourth Movement in a few days? I think this theme can be reflected in the party." Song Tianming said with his finger lightly and thought.

"Secretary Song, after I go back, I will communicate with the propaganda portal?" Li Haitao heard the romance and knew that the boss wanted to open a breakthrough in Qinhai through this matter.

"Well, you can do this. By the way, what is the name of this singer? Can you contact him and let him sing this song at the party?" Song Tianming asked.

"Secretary Song, this radio station is our Qinhai City music radio. This program is an audition for the "Red Song Competition" they held. I don't know what the singer is called, so I need to go to the radio station to ask, but it should be our local singer. I will contact the radio station later and ask for it." Li Haitao said cleverly.

"Oh? Or an audition? That means, this singer is not a professional singer? I thought it was a ready-made song." Song Tianming said with some surprise.

"Hehe, boss, this "Red Song Competition" is a very popular program now. I listen to it every episode, but like what the boss said, the singer just now sang it, it was so nice. After listening to so many episodes, this is the first time I heard such a good sing. If the host hadn't said this was a contestant, I would have thought it would have been a ready-made song, which was so amazing!" Lao Ding, the driver who was driving, also said with a chuckle.

"It's indeed amazing. There are talented people in the folk now. Xiao Li, please follow up on this matter and invite this singer to the party. Also, I will go to see this party in person!" Song Tianming said lightly.
Chapter completed!