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Luo Qiang picked up his godmother and headed for Jingshan Park.

In Jingshan Park on weekends, such a tradition has been maintained in the past ten years, and the people of the city spontaneously organize collective singing activities.Every Saturday, big guys come by car and gather in Jingshan. The park is surrounded by groups of chorus crowds, some with amateur accordion accompaniment, and some amateur conductors. They come every week, rain or shine.

Aunt Cheng is also obsessed with mass chorus recently. Her white hair is very perm, she wears a flowery gown, and she has a songbook in her bag.Around her neck is a silk scarf bought for her by her godson Junjun.With more sons, there will be more work to worry about, but there will also be more good things.The four eldest sons, whether they are biological or not, are all good children with solid eyes, and they are equally loved by mothers.

The park is crowded with people, and various amateur choirs and dance groups have already occupied their seats in advance, one stall after another.

Accompanied by Aunt Cheng, Luo Qiang went straight to the choir that the old lady joined every week.This booth is basically filled with middle-aged and elderly uncles and aunts, all singing popular songs with the main theme of that era, which has a nostalgic atmosphere.Hundreds of people all over the mountains and plains sang "The Sun That Rises and Never Sets on the Grassland" and "Yellow River Cantata" in unison. The scene was spectacular.

The old man who directed the chorus stood on a stool, full of emotion and piercing eyes.The uncle looks quite old. He wears a military cap and military trousers. The left chest of his shirt is covered with the most proud military medals...

It was also a coincidence that Shao Jun's grandfather also came to Jingshan Park on this day.

The old man was driven by the guards. He wore a neat white shirt, army green trousers, held a cane, and walked vigorously.

The old man has also been fascinated by singing recently.I am old, and my physical strength for climbing mountains and wading is not as good as before. I usually have two rare hobbies. One is to play chess with a few old guys in their military compound, and the other is to come to Jingshan to sing every weekend.He also came to sing the middle-aged and elderly chorus, all the tunes he was most familiar with back then, and the years of passionate youth struggle that he missed the most, "Singing the Motherland", "Defending the Yellow River", "Sparkling Red Star", "Little Bamboo Raft in the Middle of the River" What; every time I sang to the point of excitement, the old man burst into tears.

The old man entered the park, halfway there, touched the briefcase in his hand: "It's broken, I forgot to bring the song book."

The guard Xiao Maotou saw it, so he drove home to get the song book for the chief.

The so-called songbooks were privately printed and bound by the amateur choirs themselves. They were bound book by book, with scores and libretto.The singers on the mountain each hold a songbook in their hands, which is normal.

Leaning on crutches, the old man walked to the edge of the crowd, squeezed in, and stood at a relatively rear position, where he could see the conductor from a distance.

The commanding uncle stood tall, with bright and hearty light shining from his wrinkled eye sockets, and beckoned to the old general from a distance in the gesture of beating time.

Mr. Gu also waved his hand, feeling relieved, so he let go of his voice and sang along with everyone.

The old man in command was a comrade-in-arms of the old general who was born and died together.At that time, one was the commander of the vanguard division, and the other was the head of the assault regiment. They also once jumped out of the trenches and charged into the battle with their faces covered in gunfire.The old general's calf was embedded with shrapnel, and the old commander's left middle finger and ring finger were blown off.

Luo Qiang was bored, smoking a cigarette on the hillside, silently glanced over, and noticed the old man in the crowd.

General Gu was tall and tall, with a focused and majestic expression.Although people's body and height always shrink a few inches when they get old, no matter where the old man stands, his waist is straight and his back is like the trunk of a pine tree.That kind of vigor and self-confidence is very eye-catching in the crowd. At first glance, he is not an ordinary person, so Luo Qiang can't help but look sideways...

After the chorus sang a few red songs and military songs praising the party and praising socialism, the accordion changed its tune, relaxed, and came a piece of Journey to the West.

Singing Journey to the West is not singing Jiang Dawei's passionate and heroic "Dare to Ask Where Is the Way", but singing "Daughter's Love", which is the favorite of aunts and aunts.

All over the mountains and plains, a group of old men and women sang together "Mandarin Ducks, Ducks, Butterflies Fly", "The Spring in the Garden is Intoxicating", what kind of scene is this?Luo Qiang folded his hands on his chest, biting his cigarette, grinning the corners of his mouth to the widest extent, laughing silently, thinking, he must bring the big steamed bun next time to have a look.

Everyone can sing this song, carrying everyone's memories of the classics of that era.Mr. Gu also likes to listen to this song, but he can't remember the lyrics.

"Daughter... is she beautiful..."

The old man looked sideways, looked for the target, and moved to the side.

"What about royal power and wealth..."

"Afraid of the rules and regulations..."

He is old and has presbyopia, so he can't see clearly. The old man squinted his eyes hard and peeked at the songbook in the hand of the person next to him.As soon as the wind blew, the white hair of the old lady next to her was permed, and a bunch of hair was blown up by the wind, swaying in front of her eyes, which was very obstructive.

Aunt Cheng was singing to the emotional part, shaking her head slightly, enjoying herself.

"I only wish that the sky and the earth will last forever, and that I will be with the person I want--"

She always felt that there was a tall old man beside her, who kept glancing here and peeking at her!

She raised her head suddenly.

Old man: "..."

Aunt Cheng: "..."

The old man nodded awkwardly.He never peeked at the old lady, he was staring at the songbook in Aunt Cheng's hand, wishing he could grab it.

Aunt Cheng smiled and asked, "Did you forget to bring it?"

Aunt Cheng held up the song book and lifted it up.The two then leaned their heads together, watched and sang together...

After singing for half an hour, the conductor and the small band took a 5-minute break.

The old man and Aunt Cheng knew each other now, they stood at the same place and chatted with a smile, asking each other where your family is from, what do you do for work, are you here alone, how many children are in your family, and where are your children? What do you do for work... This is a topic that old people often talk about when they get together.

Aunt Cheng said proudly with the satisfaction of being a parent, "I have four sons, all of whom are very good, and they all miss me."

The old man nodded, with envy in his eyes: "That's good, there are many people in the family, and it's lively."

The old man is often depressed that the family is not prosperous. When people are old, they are most likely to be lonely.Looking back, when Xiao Junjun was young, he was still in love with his parents, knowing that he would go home every day.Now that Jun Jun has grown up, he is out in the wild, and there is no one to be found.

Aunt Cheng pointed her hand away, pointing at Luo Qiang: "Our eldest son, the one standing there, specially came here to sing with me."

The old man touched the faucet of the cane with his finger. He went out without his son and grandson. Everyone in the family wanted to be in a high position. Everyone was busy with business or making money. Who would have the time to accompany the old man?The old man has always been accompanied by young guards, picked up by a military license plate car, outsiders see this as the pomp and prestige enjoyed by the privileged class, and only he knows the bitterness of it...

In fact, the guard Xiao Guitou came back in half an hour, carrying a songbook and talking on his mobile phone, searching the park for the hill where his head was in ambush.

Luo Qiang was smoking a cigarette, bored and squinting at the two old men chatting.

In just a few minutes, something happened.

There are a lot of people in the park, most of them are tourists singing in the garden, there are only two or three people in the crowd, their eyes are shrewd and sneaky, they don't look at the scenery but the people.At this moment, a young man suddenly stood up from the stone bench he had squatted on for a long time, lowered his head and entered the crowd, squeezing back and forth...

The old man was carrying the bag in one hand, and was playing with two sapphire-polished balls in the other. Suddenly, his hand was empty, and the briefcase was dragged away!

The old man suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Hey! What are you doing?!"

Aunt Cheng stood on tiptoe and subconsciously shouted: "How did that person snatch the bag?... a thief!!!"

The actions on both sides happen almost simultaneously.

Luo Qiang jumped down from the hillside at the back, kicked a protruding rock on the hillside, flitted over the bushes, and photographed it like an eagle pouncing on it.

The thief who stole the bag broke his way through the crowd, and ran away, and the tourists who didn't know why scattered and dodged.

Mr. Gu stared at the little thief's back from a distance, calm and calm, and did not try to chase after him.He held a stone ball tightly in his hand, squinted his eyes, raised his arms, and then threw the ball vigorously!

While running, the little thief was suddenly shot in the back of his thigh. He let out a mournful howl, which sounded very miserable, and staggered and fell down.Luo Qiang fell from the sky, kicked him flying, knocked him down with his knees, and twisted the opponent's arms behind his back, simply and neatly.

The old man threw the ball very confidently, he deliberately didn't hit his head and neck, for fear that if the ball hit the back of his head, it would directly hit the skull.The ball hit the hollow of the knee on the back of the thigh firmly, the young man grinned in pain, his leg was shaking with cramps, it looked like he was unsure of Feng Shui before he went out, and he was unlucky before he opened his house today.

The guards quickly ran up to help catch the thief together.Fortunately, nothing happened to the chief when he met a thief, otherwise he would be in big trouble.

The old man was trying his best to catch the thief just now, without blushing or panting, he walked over slowly, bent down, picked up his precious stone ball, and put it in his pocket.

Luo Qiang bit his cigarette, glanced at it, and gave the old man a thumbs up: at this age, there are two things.

The old man saw Luo Qiang's skill clearly from afar just now, and looked up and down for a long time...

After singing that day, several people found a table in the tea shop and sat down to chat.

Luo Qiang brought a cigarette to the old man, and handed the fire to the old man himself.

The old man looked at Luo Qiang: "Young man, you have good skills."

Luo Qiang said sincerely: "I dare not, I am not as old as you."

Luo Qiang thought to himself, this old man can throw everything so accurately, he can hit wherever he points, if he holds a gun in his hand, how can his marksmanship be worse?

The old man's waist is straight, as stable as Mount Tai, and the hand holding the teacup is steady; the palm is large, thick, with calluses on the knuckles, and it looks like hands that have passed through the world.

Luo Qiang said: "I can see it. You must have been a soldier before you were old. You are really talented. Your walking posture is different from ordinary people."

The old man asked: "Young man, I think you also seem to have been a soldier. Which unit did you retire from?"

Luo Qiang grinned happily, and twirled the cigarette with his tongue: "I have never been a soldier, but I admire soldiers who are tough guys. This is what I practiced myself when I was a child, a few tricks to embroider legs!"

Luo Qiang asked the old man if he had ever fought a war, had he ever been on a battlefield.

The old man squinted his eyes slightly, and smiled proudly: "I fought Lang Son and Gaoping battles, those little monkey bastards back then."

Luo Qiang's eyes glowed, and he said, "I've been to that place before."

……

Luo Qiang has a rather cold temper, he doesn't like to talk to people when he walks on the street, and he doesn't easily get close to strangers.

Old man Gu is also this kind of person. He usually has a menacing and serious face. Most people can't understand that cold face with a bad temper, so they won't get close to this old man easily.

These two people just looked at each other, and they chatted lightly for a long time.Luo Qiang looked at the person in front of him, always finding that he looked familiar.The old man has a long and thin face, a straight nose, and energetic eyes. He must have been a handsome officer in uniform when he was young, and he looked very much like someone.

Who do you look like?Luo Qiang couldn't explain it clearly either, it just looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

That night, Shao Jun came back quite late, had dinner and drank wine outside, and smelled the aroma of wine in his breath.

Shao Jun slapped a stack of contracts and proposals on the table.

Luo Qiang asked: "The deal is over?"

Shao Jun smiled with his mouth tilted, and shook his head: "The talk is over, Huo Huanhuan is easy to talk, this girl is straightforward, I'll see you later."

Shao Jun strangled Luo Qiang's neck from behind, kissed Luo Qiang's neck and ears, and said in a low voice: "Mid-Autumn Festival, come home with me, is it okay?"

Luo Qiang said lightly: "Do you really want me to see your family?"

Shao Jun nodded vigorously, with drunkenness and mist in his eyes, he pouted and said, "I want my grandpa to meet you."

"I don't want to hide it anymore, I'm tired, and I don't want people to force me to get married again. I want them to recognize you and know that we get along very well."

"My grandpa is very kind to me, but he likes me. I feel very sorry for him for keeping it from him..."

Luo Qiang rubbed Shao Jun's head, looked at Shao Jun's look of pure expectation on his face, and suddenly asked: "If your grandfather disagrees and won't let you be with Lao Tzu, are you going to feel sorry for him or me?"

Without hesitation, Shao Jun blurted out: "Then I can only elope with you, I still have a plan for the future!"

Luo Qiang sneered, he really had nothing to do with this big steamed bun, and his heart was more or less moved.

"Okay, I'll see you soon."