Mr. Yu, your wife has gone crazy after her rebirth.

The rolling yellow sand covered the sky, and the biting cold wind whistled in the ears, as if bringing people into the battlefield of war and killing.

The sound of the collision of swords and horses echoed in my ears, and the passionate melody was like the shout of a warrior, full of passion and ambition, as if it could swallow up thousands of miles of momentum!

Especially the tragic emotion of not fearing life and death and ready to die in order to defend the country, as well as the lofty ambition to reach the sky, which is simply shocking to the heart.

Everyone present was deeply attracted by the atmosphere created by the music and was completely immersed in the magnificent picture presented by the song.

My blood is boiling in my chest, and indignation and passion are colliding in my heart.

"Sharpening swords and guns, waiting for dawn" is the solemnity and dignity of being ready to fight at any time. The notes are like a string of closely connected beads, sliding seamlessly, forming a heart-stirring movement.

As the last note fell, the entire venue fell into silence, and even the sound of a pin drop could be heard clearly, demonstrating the powerful appeal of the music.

Jiang Youling slowly brought her arms back to her knees, slightly opened her eyes which were lightly closed, and a smile of extreme comfort appeared on the corners of her mouth, as if she had just experienced an extreme pleasure.

Indeed, some emotions and artistic conception can only be perfectly expressed through the melody and rhythm of music, allowing them to be displayed to the fullest.

After a long silence, applause gradually broke out at the scene. It was sparse at first, and then gradually became enthusiastic, from one, two, to three applause, one after another.

Finally, it converged into a warm sea of ​​applause, full of appreciation and gratitude for the music.

As time went by, the applause became more and more frequent, like flowers blooming after the spring rain.

Finally, the applause broke out like a sudden storm, swiftly and fiercely, echoing throughout the hall, as if it was going to blow the roof off.

This undoubtedly became the climax of the birthday party tonight. The applause reached its climax with great enthusiasm, and also showed everyone's love for the song she just played.

Jiang Youling slowly stood up from her chair, stood up straight, smiled, and bowed gracefully to the guests present to show her respect and gratitude.

And Mr. Jiang was obviously deeply moved. He stood up tremblingly from the main seat, and his hands, which were full of traces of time, kept clapping. Although their hands were dry, they were full of strength.

His head nodded repeatedly, as if silently expressing his excitement and appreciation.

Witnessing his precious granddaughter playing so passionately on the stage, her skillful technique and the emotions conveyed by the music touched people's hearts and won the admiration and applause of every audience member.

At this moment, Mr. Jiang was undoubtedly filled with great relief and pride.

This sense of pride and happiness brought tears to his eyes, and his inner excitement was beyond words.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Tong Xue and Jiang Yanqing stepped forward quickly and gently held Mr. Jiang's arms to steady his body to prevent him from becoming unsteady due to excitement.

"Dad, don't get too excited. Be careful and sit down quickly."

As parents, the couple also felt very sad. Their daughter's talent and charm on stage made them feel extremely proud and happy.

Old Master Jiang looked at Jiang Yanqing and pointed at Jiang Youling with excitement, "Yanqing, she plays well, really well... She is worthy of being my granddaughter, hahahaha..."

Jiang Yanqing nodded repeatedly, "I know, she is not only your granddaughter, but also my daughter. Dad, please calm down and sit down first."

Mr. Jiang sat down and continued to chatter:

"It reminded me of the time when I was a kid, when my father and his comrades bravely charged into the hail of bullets and defended our positions to the death."

"I was still young at the time, watching them fall one after another, but I didn't even have time to feel sad. With tears in my eyes, I had only a firm belief in my heart, which was to destroy the invaders and defend our homeland. That feeling, that feeling of blood boiling... It was this feeling... It was so good, so good!"

The old man's mood gradually calmed down. He looked at his precious granddaughter, his eyes still flashing with some irrepressible excitement.

His state of mind seemed to be intertwined with memories and reality, and those past years were vividly remembered as if they were replayed yesterday.

He looked at his granddaughter, as if he was looking at his former self, the passion and blood still flowing in his body.

He couldn't help but sigh that time flies, but he still couldn't erase those precious memories.

"I originally thought that at this age, my life would be a leisurely routine, just basking in the sun, sipping tea, enjoying the laughter brought by my two grandchildren, occasionally causing me some minor troubles, and I am happy to protect them from the wind and rain."

"I thought I would live a life without desires and peaceful as water, and nothing would stir up the waves in my heart anymore."

"But I didn't expect that today, I would have the urge to go on the battlefield and kill the enemy again, and this feeling was brought to me by my granddaughter. Hahahaha, good! Great! I'll drink a few more glasses of wine later."

"Grandpa, what did you say?"

"Well... nothing." Grandpa Jiang wanted to take advantage of his good mood to enjoy a glass of wine, but unexpectedly his granddaughter discovered his little thoughts.

He smiled awkwardly, his eyes revealing a hint of shyness at having his pigtails caught.

"You can have a couple more drinks later, but no more." Jiang Youling helplessly looked at his grandfather who wanted to drink like a child. Today was his birthday, so he didn't care about him that much.

"By the way, Grandpa, I have another gift for you."

Her words instantly piqued the interest of the entire audience. Everyone stared at her with wide eyes, full of curiosity, as if saying, "Is there anything more amazing than the song you just played?" The air was instantly filled with anticipation and excitement.

After a while, someone brought in three frames of different shapes and sizes, some rectangular and some square.

Jiang Youling gently opened the box on the top layer, and Jiang Jiaze walked forward to help his sister take out the gift from the box.

Upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the items in these three frames are not ordinary photos, but embroidery works that are carefully embroidered stitch by stitch.

The first thing that catches our eyes is a large group photo, which shows the warm moment when Mr. Jiang and his former comrades-in-arms stand shoulder to shoulder with smiles on their faces. It seems to bring us back to the war-torn era and make us feel the deep comradeship between them.

Then, our eyes turned to the second embroidery, which was a family portrait full of family warmth.

The appearance of each family member is delicately outlined by the embroidery. Whether it is the kind smile of the elders or the liveliness and cuteness of the children, they are all lifelike, as if they will walk down from the embroidery cloth at any time and integrate into our lives.

Finally, the third embroidery depicts a touching family scene:

A little girl, supported by her grandfather, took her first steps unsteadily, a carefree smile on her face, while her brother clapped happily beside her, his eyes full of encouragement and love for his sister.

These scenes are not only memories of the past, but also expectations and prospects for a better future.

"This is... This is Suzhou embroidery?"

"These three pieces of embroidery are family portraits..."

"It's really thoughtful. Who would have thought of giving such a unique gift?"

"Amazing! This embroidery is absolutely professional."

The old lady who was silently admiring these exquisite embroideries had a gleam of amazement in her eyes.

She couldn't help but ask, with a tone of surprise and admiration that was hard to conceal: "Ms. Jiang, can you tell me, are these amazing embroidery works all made by you alone?"

Jiang Youling smiled and shook her head, her eyes revealing a hint of modesty and a pragmatic attitude. She explained softly, "No, not all of these embroidery pieces are from my hand. Due to time constraints and the complex craftsmanship of Suzhou embroidery, which requires meticulous finishing, I am not a professional embroiderer, so only the one for me, my grandfather and my brother was embroidered by me.

"As for the other two pieces, I commissioned professional embroiderers to complete them. I added some key lines and details based on their work. Therefore, the embroiderers are the real heroes."