Chapter 870

"Good!"

Hey, there are songs to listen to when you lose. What's the good thing?

The soldiers around, of course, roared excitedly!

After all, soldiers also have entertainment life. They can sing, dance and play games.

Did not see the soldiers in training, but also carry on the song?

The so-called rap, is divided into two groups, invite each other to sing entertainment.

Rap is also a form of entertainment in the army, but anyone who has ever been a soldier will "rap", which is a unique scenery of the military camp. After you sing, I will be on the stage, and it will not take a round for me to be hot blooded.

The roar, the rhythm and the scream will make people feel full of blood. All emotions will be immediately infected by the strong atmosphere.

"Zixia, thank you this time!"

Looking at the enthusiastic soldiers around, Fang Qianjin was very happy.

After all, he is engaged in the cultural propaganda of the army. Seeing that the soldiers are in such a high mood, he wants to get involved.

"Brother Fang, I don't know if there is a small square in our sea training ground, which is the place where music can be played."

Liu Zixia took out a U disk from his pocket and said, "I have music accompaniment here. I need to play it."

Liu Zixia is not stupid. He wrote some military songs before he came to Guangdong military region.

In addition to registering the copyright, he also recorded the accompaniment in the studio.

After all, others have already been to the Guangdong military region. How come they have to sing some live songs? Can't they play music directly?

"Yes, there is an outdoor stage for art performance on this side of the sea training ground!"

Fang Qianjin, as the leader in charge of cultural propaganda in Guangdong military region, is very clear about where there is a stage for propaganda in the military region.

As soon as I heard Liu Zixia's words, I didn't know where he was. Was he prepared for it?

"Comrades, let's go to the sea training ground stage. Zixia is going to sing for us there!" Fang Qianjin waved his hand and led the crowd to the direction of the stage.

"That... Brother Fang, would you like someone to inform Yueyue?" Liu Zixia remembers that Yueyue is still in the cooking class. She can't say for a while that she won't go this way.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot about it." Fang Qianjin nodded and said: "Xiao LV, find someone to inform Jiang Fei, and then let him take Yueyue to the sea training ground stage."

"Yes, chief!" LV Chu Nian nodded, called a soldier and ran to the cooking class.

……

The sea training ground is used as a stage for art performance, located in the southwest corner of Beijing.

This is a square with a large area. There are some green plants around it, which encircle the whole square. There are rows of stone benches, which add up to 15600 places.

In front of the small square, there is a small stage about one meter high, about 50 square meters.

Although there is no performance on the small stage for the time being, you can see clearly what is on the small stage from all directions of the stone bench.

Now, hundreds of Marines from the 7th brigade have chosen their seats and sat down.

On the stage, there are acoustics, screens and some lamps blocked by sunshades and awnings.

The audio, screen control and input devices are all in a small room behind the stage.

Liu Zixia worked backstage for a while, leaving suno and Lang Wenxing in the room and letting them take charge of the control of the sound and screen. Then he returned to the stage.

Now, with a wireless microphone in his hand, he stands in the middle of the stage and says:

"Comrades, I'm sorry to interrupt your fighting training today! Originally, I was planning to come to visit and leave. Unexpectedly, the head of your cultural propaganda department gave me a sign. "

Speaking of this, Liu Zixia looked at Fang Qianjin sitting in front of the stage.

The chief, after hearing what Liu Zixia said, just grinned. At the same time, his hands were not idle. He peeled a prawn to eat for Yueyue, who was beside him.

The most important thing for Guangdong military region is seafood.

Push forward for 20 minutes.

After Yueyue flew to the cooking class with Jiang, the soldiers of the cooking class made a big table for Yueyue in a very short time.

These dishes all choose fresh seafood: prawns, crab, oysters, rainbow, red snail

Yueyue has grown up so big since she was a child, but she has never had a seafood feast. She is so excited that her big eyes are shining.

I'll try prawns for a while, and I'll suck an oyster for a while.

Just as he was eating happily, the soldier who ran to the cooking class to call Jiang Fei also arrived. As soon as he entered the door, he called out:

"Monitor Jiang, monitor Jiang, Mr. Liu Zixia is going to send us a song on the stage of the sea training ground. Chief Fang asks you to take Yueyue to the small stage to listen to the song."

"Mr. Liu wants to sing? And it's a song for us. I really want to go! "

"Monitor, why don't we go and have a look? I'll be back for lunch later. "

"Yes, monitor, you can't go. Let's watch the replay..."

Hearing the words of the soldier, the soldiers in the busy cooking class started to make trouble one after another.

Jiang Fei sees that this situation is not good. If he doesn't take them there, I'm afraid they will annoy him to death.

Looking at the time, it's just over 10 o'clock. The meal will be served at about 11:50 on the sea training ground. Even if I come back at 11:30, I can make it.

Thinking about this, Jiang Fei said, "well, you all go with me, but you have to come back to prepare lunch at 11 o'clock! You can't make the patrol comrades hungry. "

At the sea training ground, there is only one company stationed in the garrison. Jiang Fei's cooking class is responsible for the three meals a day of the search and defense team. As for the other companies, they are not in charge.

"Yes, monitor!" Hearing Jiang Fei's words, all the seven people in the class became excited.

"But... I'm not full yet!" Yueyue felt her stomach and frowned.

"That's easy to say!"

Jiang Fei took a look at the seafood on the table and said, "Yueyue, I'll find some lunch boxes to help you pack some of your favorite dishes, OK? Look at the prawns, the roast oysters and some snails for you. "

Yueyue looked at all the dishes on the table. Later, Jiang Fei simply found seven lunch boxes and let the class possessor take one and put all the dishes in.

This is why, after coming to the stage, Fang Qianjin acted as a sheller.

"Thank you, uncle Fang." Yueyue happily throws the shrimp into her mouth, and her face is full of happy smile.

……

Liu Zixia, a famous writer and pop singer, will perform a song on the stage of the 7th Marine Corps training ground.

The news spread all over the 7th brigade of the Marine Corps in a short time, including the brigade headquarters and various organs.

After getting the news, led by the leaders of various organs, they quickly rushed to the sea training ground.

In order to avoid missing Liu Zixia's singing, they directly called the soldiers under their hands at the sea training ground and authorized them to use their mobile phones to broadcast the live situation to them.

On the stage of the sea training ground, Liu Zixia was very happy to see Yueyue's smile.

However, the other side of a hole in his gold, always pit back.

"Comrades, since the head of the cultural propaganda department of the military region is here, if I only sing a song, is it too monotonous?"

Hearing Liu Zixia's words, Fang Qianjin instinctively felt that it was wrong.

Sure enough, Liu Zixia said, "I've heard that Fang Bu Chang can sing bel canto. Why don't you let Fang Bu Chang sing one, too?"

"Hey, let the chief sing us a song. That's a good suggestion."

"Will the chief not be unhappy? Then we'll settle the accounts in the future! "

"That can't, isn't there a word? It's called "the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly, and an official as big as the chief will not trouble us..."

As more and more soldiers arrived at the square, they began to talk in a low voice.

To tell you the truth, the art troupes of the military region often perform on various stages of the military region, but there are really few leaders who have ever been on the stage and performed for the soldiers.

In fact, I can understand that they have to deal with a lot of affairs every day. How can they have so much time to perform? And I'm going to perform in person!

Seeing that more and more soldiers came to the small square, Liu Zixia suddenly cried out: "one for Fang. Bu. Chang, one for Fang. Bu. Chang..."

With Liu Zixia's voice, the soldiers under the stage began to roar. Slowly, they all gathered together and became a torrent of voices

"Fang. Bu. Chang, one!"

The voice was higher than when they were singing military songs.

"Zixia is really good at making things!"

Being given the routine by the soldiers, Fang Qianjin shook his head, stood up and walked onto the stage, and said: "Zixia, I'm too hasty to prepare for the accompaniment..."

"Brother Fang, I can compose accompaniment for you!"

Liu Zixia directly interrupted Fang Qianjin's idea and said: "with such advanced technology, everything can be synthesized on the computer. For example, music, lyrics, animation... Fang. Bu. Chang, as long as you want, I can synthesize accompaniment now. "

"I think you are going to eat me today." Fang Qianjin gave a wry smile and said, "OK, you win. Now do you want me to inform the art troupe and let them come and perform some programs?"

As he said this, he took a look at the soldiers looking forward to it and said:

"More than a month has passed since the last performance. During this period of time, the comrades' training is very hard, and they are also at the forefront of the task. In order to enhance the enthusiasm of the soldiers, let the art troupe come and perform? "

"Of course Liu Zixia nodded and said, "please let them come. I'll be the host just once."