A song of hanging drowning, the princess walked out of the private room crying?

Old Zhang trembled all over.

His lips trembled slightly.

My throat was choked by these words.

Looking into the clear eyes of the little soldier.

For a moment he actually spoke.

Does anyone remember?

Does anyone know?

Lao Zhang doesn’t know.

On this plateau border,

The only time you see two people is when you collect supplies.

Year after year, day after day.

In a blink of an eye,

He has been here for nearly 20 years.

If the little soldier hadn't asked this question,

I'm afraid he will never think about this question in his life.

See what Lao Zhang looks like.

The little soldier sighed.

Didn't ask much.

He lowered his head and ate instant noodles.

"Okay, you bastard." Lao Zhang stood up and took out a small TV from the box.

"What do you think this is?"

"This thing is said to be able to receive satellite signals. It's pretty powerful."

"With it, we can have some fun when we have nothing to do."

Lao Zhang chuckled.

"It's only in recent years that conditions have improved. I wouldn't have dared to think about this before."

"Go get that diesel generator. We're going to use this high-end gadget today."

The little soldier curled his lips.

This is a satellite TV that is several years out of date.

Pieriously small.

Moreover, it is uncertain whether we can receive signals in this desolate mountain area.

but,

Something is better than nothing.

Thinking of this,

The little soldier put down the bowl of instant noodles,

I started working with Lao Zhang.

at last,

The TV made a crackling sound due to the efforts of the two people.

But I still can't release anything else.

Lao Zhang sat down dejectedly and stuffed a small mouthful of instant noodles into his mouth: "Sorry, baby. I made you suffer with me."

"It's okay. I don't even like to look at this thing." The little soldier curled his lips.

Pretend not to care.

"What a crap, I don't want it."

The little soldier waved his hand and slapped the TV.

The TV made a few crackling sounds.

Then there was intermittent singing.

"There's a dim light coming through the window."

"On the night of New Year's Eve when the fireworks are brilliant."

"There are still people waiting for the travelers from far away."

"For whom do I keep the promise of peace year after year?"

The TV screen is so blurry that the picture is not clear.

But these two people just stared at the screen blankly.

A dim light shone through the window.

For whom am I keeping peace every year?

Old Zhang felt as if an electric shock had been passed through his body.

My heart is filled with mixed feelings.

"The wind blew up the hem of the snow."

"Rest on his silent shoulder."

"If your chest is still filled with hot blood."

"Then you will not be afraid of the abyss before you."

blah blah blah!

The little soldier heard the voice and looked up.

Lao Zhang's tears seemed to have broken off.

Keep adding to the bowl.

Instant noodles mixed with tears.

But Lao Zhang didn't seem to care.

Eat big mouthfuls.

"Fuck, leave some for me!"

The little soldier grinned.

Just grab the food with your chopsticks.

Although I don't know what the song is called,

Who is singing?

but,

Some people remember, some people still know.

This,

Will suffice.

Even though there is wind and rain outside the window,

But at this moment, the hearts of two people,

But it's scorching hot.

……

Some corner, some island, some forest, some fire station, some abandoned warehouse.

Soldiers guarding the border, firefighters who have just completed their mission, someone who is carrying out his mission.

Someone always hears this song.

His eyes were moist.

There are a lot of things that come to mind.

Comrades, mission, country,

And...mission and responsibility.

Hearing this song,

The softest place in my heart seemed to be touched.

Nobody knows,

How much they wanted to hear the song.

they know,

Someone knows them.

Someone will remember them.

……

On stage,

In the spotlight,

"Birds fly across the blank space left by the years."

"Like a long story waking up in the dust."

"His eyes were a fiery red."

"Like a fire that shines into the abyss and never goes out."

The audience in the audience had already burst into tears.

Teacher He also turned his back.

Quietly wiped away a few tears.

The same is true for the audience in the live broadcast room.

A silent listener,

They heard it.

Who is this song written for and sung for by Su Chen?

This is a far more dangerous and lonely job than they imagined.

Some professions cannot even be shown to others.

Even if you have honor,

Nor can it be known to others.

Some people even

After his glorious death, he is just a person without a monument.

Such comrades,

More worthy of being remembered,

More worthy of respect.

Su Chen's voice gradually became quieter.

"He looked back in the bustling crowd."

"There are always thousands of people throwing themselves into the fire of darkness."

"Behind the standing firm is the harm to the country."

"And the nameless someone who sleeps in the dark."

As the last line of the lyrics fell,

The sad melody also came to an abrupt end.

The music stopped.

Su Chen's singing also stopped.

The scene was quiet,

There was only the faint sound of sobbing.

No one said anything.

No one even breathed loudly.

Su Chen took a deep breath.

“This song ‘The Man Without a Monument’ is dedicated to the martyrs and heroes.”

The voice was cadenced.

“Once upon a time, we were weak.”

“It is because of you that we are where we are today.”

"China today."

"We Chinese have our own factories and railways!"

"Our strong nation will no longer be invaded and plundered by the great powers."

"Our planes will never have to fly a second time."

"Maybe, at this moment."

"We are able to comfort the martyrs."

"This prosperous age is as you wish!"

These few words,

Listen to the radio, TV, Internet,

At this moment, it spread to the whole world.

Everyone in the world who heard these words got goosebumps.

“Salute to the martyrs!”

“Salute to the heroes!”

The live broadcast room was flooded with messages.

“This is such a great idea!”

"It suddenly occurred to me that these two songs of Su Chen are related. It is because of these people without monuments that China has thousands of territories."

"I don't care. I cry every time I listen to Su Chen's songs. They are so touching."

Many viewers picked up their phones to post on WeChat Moments or Weibo to share their feelings at that moment.

suddenly,

A Weibo post caught their eyes.

It is the official Weibo account of CCTV.

[After several days of screening, the songs needed for this song collection activity have been selected]

[After review by relevant departments, the list is published as follows. 】

[Song: Wanjiang, Singer: Su Chen]

Su Chen,

Ten thousand territories!

The audience was shocked when they saw the news.

Start forwarding it like crazy.

"Su Chen is awesome!"

"Being selected by the authorities will definitely help me rise to the top in the entertainment industry in the future!"

"Damn it, is it useful to use capital to vote? The officials have sharp eyes."

"Heroes, speak!"

"Zhao Yu's fans, why aren't you talking? Are you born to be quiet?"

"I suggest that the program team disqualify Zhao Yu and Hua Chenyu from participating in the competition!"

"Yeah, a singer with such questionable character shouldn't be here."

……

Tomorrow's entertainment.

The office has become messy.

Snapped!

Bai Xue gasped heavily and threw a cup away.

Broken glass rolled on the ground.

"How can this be!"