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Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, in the rice field, by the small river.

Slowly, the chorus of the chorus of "Daoxiang" resounded throughout the playground.

Some people wept while singing.

The earthquake displaced many people, but they have been very strong, and almost no one has become depressed and unhappy because of the disaster.

On the contrary, they are very united, more united than ever before.

Because they know that as long as they hold on, they will get better.

"Remember when you said that home is the only castle!"

"Follow the Daoxiang River and keep running!"

"I know Wei Xiaoxiao's childhood dream."

"Don't cry and let the fireflies run away with you."

"Country ballads depend forever."

"Go home! Back to the original beauty!"

......

The chorus looped over and over again, as if these few words reminded them of the beauty before the disaster.

The melody of the song is not difficult, and the lyrics are also catchy.

Most importantly, this song brings beauty to everyone.

The audience completely entered the chorus, and the mood became more and more high.

If you look carefully, you may be able to see that the tears in the corners of many people's eyes are shining with fire.

Likewise, it also represents hope.

The atmosphere at the scene was wave after wave.

No one wanted to stop, this moment was too beautiful and too dreamy.

......

At night, the bonfire gradually extinguished because there was no new firewood, but the anticipation it brought in people's hearts intensified.

Zhou Shen, Zhang Jie and others bid farewell to everyone and returned to the place where the condolence group was stationed. Before leaving, they did not forget to tell Chen Feng.

"Brother Feng, don't forget to come to the rehearsal tomorrow. Brother Lei has arranged your program to the most critical position, even more critical than his own."

After Zhou Shen finished speaking, the others also nodded.

The general program list is already in their hearts, and this is the result of their discussion. After all, a performance must have a variety of styles and performance forms.

If the same type of programs are arranged together, it will naturally cause the audience's aesthetic fatigue.

Therefore, the program list of each performance is scientifically and meticulously arranged and combined.

Chen Feng nodded.

"Don't worry, after I deliver the food to the barracks tomorrow morning, I'll go directly there on that electric tricycle."

In the past few days, Chen Feng has fallen in love with the thrill of riding an electric tricycle.

The kind of speed that cannot be described in words.

The two leaders who saw them off gave each other a look, and one of the female leaders said, "Chen Feng, you can go with them."

Her words seemed to resonate with the crowd behind, everyone said what they said.

"Chen Feng, you should go to the hotel to live. You have to work tomorrow. This place is already very good. You don't need to waste your time here. Go to a place where you can continue to display your light and heat."

"That's right, Chen Feng, you're here with two girls, even if you're fine, the two beauties have to take a bath and change their clothes."

"Rehearse well, I'll hear you sing the day after tomorrow, not with a loudspeaker!"

"Go back, Chen Feng, on behalf of everyone, thank you!"

.....

"Everyone!"

Chen Feng looked at the people in front of him, the people who had been with him day and night.

After a few days, everyone no longer treats him like a star, but treats him more as a friend and a family member.

He has also paid a lot for this place and has done what he should do. He is even doing many things that are obviously beyond his ability.

It is not an exaggeration to use the words "the power of role models" to describe him.

It doesn't have to be brilliant to be called a role model.

In fact, many ordinary people in life, they can persevere in doing things that others can't, and this is a role model.

In the crowd, a group of children stared blankly at the big brother in a white T-shirt.

They didn't understand, why did he let this brother leave? Did he do something that made everyone unhappy?

"I don't want Brother Chen Feng to leave!"

"I don't want it either, I want brother Chen Feng to be with us."

The children's world is simple, they don't know what happened to this matter, and they want to let the person they love the most leave.

The adults explained: "Brother Chen Feng still has important things to do, and he still has to help more people in need."

Hearing this, those children stopped talking, but silently remembered Chen Feng's figure in their hearts.

This big brother who always had a smile on his face, and who would take them to play games from time to time, became a ray of light in their hearts.

In the future, I must become a person like him.

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Chapter 250 I Forgot, I Can Only Write Now

Chen Feng hasn't slept so comfortably for a long time.

Even the knock on the door didn't wake him up.

In the corridor, Ling Bingyan sighed helplessly, thinking, "I can only wake him up at noon."

Not far away, in the People's Park, the stage has been set up.

Singers and dancers basically came here to rehearse.

"The capital of Shu is known as the land of abundance."

"It is also named because of its unique geographical location and superior natural environment."

"But now, an earthquake made this place..."

Here, the host is carrying the required speech, and not far away, several singers are practicing tomorrow's song with headphones.

"Where's Chen Feng? Haven't gotten up yet?"

Seeing Ling Bingyan come back by himself, Zhou Shen stopped practicing.

"Yeah, no one opened the door, probably still sleeping."

"I don't know what song Chen Feng will sing this time, I'm looking forward to it."

Zhang Jie on the side also ended his practice.

Ling Bingyan smiled wryly.

"I don't know either. After coming back yesterday, he went directly to his room to sleep, and my sister and I didn't ask him."

The two nodded, and stopped talking too much, and couldn't disturb Ling Bingyan's practice. She is a newcomer, so she needs to be given more practice time.

In fact, Ling Bingyan is quite nervous, although she will cover some other singers' songs during the live broadcast.

But that was on the phone screen.

Including those two movie theme song promotions, not many people faced it.

Thinking of the scene where tens of thousands of people will be faced tomorrow, Ling Bingyan still trembled in her heart.

In the afternoon, Chen Feng woke up.

Stretching a big lazy waist, in an instant, he felt that the world was so beautiful.

Look at the phone.

The dozen or so missed calls were all from Han Lei and others, presumably to urge him to go to the rehearsal as soon as possible.

Wearing a set of clothes prepared by the owner of the Yucheng car dealership.

Probably the boss bought it according to his own size, Chen Feng was wearing very loose clothes.

But it doesn't matter to Chen Feng.

Just be able to go out.

Walking out of the hotel, Chen Feng could hear the bustle of people in the park not far away.

Strolling to the vicinity, sure enough, the bus of the condolence group parked there neatly.

"Morning!"

Chen Feng walked in and saw that everyone was practicing singing.

Han Lei walked over with a serious face.

"Chen Feng, it's so late again!"

Although his expression was serious, he didn't hear any words of reproach in his tone.

To be honest, Han Lei was already thankful for Chen Feng to come.

Chen Feng scratched his head.

"Hahaha, I overslept."

Han Lei hugged his shoulders and did not respond to this sentence, but asked directly: "Where is your song, which song are you going to sing this time, I will ask the teacher of the band to make the accompaniment."

The question of which song to sing, Chen Feng thought about it last night, but he was too sleepy after entering the room to take a shower.

"Brother Lei, wait a moment, I left the score in the room."

After saying that, Chen Feng turned his head and walked back.

He wants to go back and write a song draft.

Behind him, Han Lei looked at Chen Feng's retreating back, feeling suspicious in his heart.

"This kid, what happened recently, he started to forget."

Without thinking too much, Han Lei continued to arrange other things.

It can only be said that being a leader is really not easy.

Back at the hotel, Chen Feng asked the front desk for a pen and paper, and hurried back to his room.

Half an hour later, after coordinating the lighting and sound, Han Lei suddenly remembered why Chen Feng hadn't come back yet. He wouldn't be going back to write now! !

"Rego, come here!"

The voice of the on-site staff interrupted Han Lei's thoughts, but he was right, Chen Feng was really writing now, and he wrote a lot.

The accompaniment draft plus the lyrics and music draft took a total of 5 pages.

Chen Feng's hands trembled as he wrote.

It's been a long time since I wrote something like this. I remember the last time I wrote this way, it was when I was punished for copying texts in school.

Holding the manuscript, Chen Feng strolled out of the hotel again and walked towards the People's Park.

This time, he didn't meet Han Lei, but directly gave the accompaniment draft to the conductor of the band.

"This, is it written now?"

Looking at the ink marks of the gel pen on the manuscript, the instructor was puzzled.

Chen Feng just smiled and waved his sleeves without credit or fame.

Soon, it was night, and at the entrance of the hotel, Han Lei was talking to a fat woman.