Go back to the past to plant trees

"Would you girls like to have some more drinks?"

After Zhao Tianshan brought over the bulk liquor, he casually asked a few girls.

Meng Yue shook her head, "I don't want it anymore, I feel a little dizzy."

"I don't want it anymore either."

"Okay, then we won't drink. We guys can drink."

Zhao Tianshan poured drinks for the men, then said to Feng Cheng, "My dear Section Chief Feng, let's get to work. Everyone's waiting for you."

"OK, no problem."

Feng Cheng picked up the accordion, tested the sound, and asked, "What songs would you like to sing? I'll accompany you."

No sooner had Feng Cheng finished speaking than Zhao Jinquan said urgently:

“Brother Feng, play that song you played last time, I think it’s called ‘Summer of Xiao Liu’. You said it was written for Xiao Liu. I want to hear that song.”

Zhao Tianshan said, "What song is this? I've never heard it before. It's 'The East Is Red,' everyone sing it together."

"Section Chief, you can write songs too?" Meng Yue stared at Feng Cheng with wide eyes, as if she had heard some earth-shattering secret.

Feng Cheng was a little embarrassed. He had no idea how to write songs; he was just a copycat. "I just played it casually because I was bored."

“I want to hear it,” Meng Yue said. “The song ‘Dongfanghong’ will be sung later. I want to hear Xiao Liu’s Summer.”

Shen Mengyin also said, "I want to hear it too."

New songs that no one has heard before are of interest to everyone. Regardless of whether they are good or not, at least everyone has to have heard them.

"Alright, then I'll play this one first," Zhao Tianshan said, seeing that the girls all wanted to hear it. "After you play this one, we'll sing The East Is Red!"

"Row."

Feng Cheng pulled the table behind him over, pressed it against his back, and began to play the piece originally called "Kikujiro's Summer".

As Feng Cheng shook his hands and his fingers danced, cheerful notes rang in everyone's ears.

Meng Yue initially thought that Feng Cheng's composition wouldn't be very good, since Feng Cheng had never demonstrated his musical abilities to her. However, as the music started, Meng Yue found it to be surprisingly good, not just a little good, but exceptionally good.

Meng Yue wasn't the only one who felt this way; everyone else felt the same way. Good music can be appreciated. Anyone with ears can tell that a piece of music is bad.

Even Zhao Tianshan, who likes to shout at the top of his lungs, was somewhat immersed in the music, gently swaying his head to the rhythm.

As Qin Xuemei listened to the beautiful music, she suddenly felt that she was not good enough for Feng Cheng. The more she learned about him, the more outstanding she felt he was. She was a proud person, but at this moment, she had to admit that Feng Cheng was far more outstanding than she had imagined.

The three-minute piece was played very quickly, and Feng Cheng finished playing it in no time.

"Section Chief, did you really write this song? It's so beautiful..."

As soon as the piece ended, Shen Mengxi offered her praise.

Feng Cheng laughed and said, "This piece would actually sound better on a piano, but there is no piano here, so I can only make do with an accordion."

"Section Chief, you can play the piano?"

Feng Cheng nodded: "Yes, but I'm not as proficient as I am at the accordion."

The original owner was a very talented person. She could play basketball, soccer, sing, dance, and recite poetry. She was also a key member of the school's arts performances.

Ji Xiurong said with some admiration, "Section Chief, you are really amazing. You know so many things, unlike me, I don't know anything."

Feng Cheng said, "Didn't you learn meteorology? As long as you want to learn, there's nothing you can't learn. Besides, whether you can play the piano or the accordion isn't important. It doesn't affect your life. These things are just a way to relax. It's better to have them, but it doesn't matter if you don't."

Ji Xiurong nodded, then continued, "I think it's better to have this, so we can listen to music more often in the future."

Meng Yue said, "Section Chief, play it one more time, I want to play it one more time."

"Okay, then play it again."

Feng Cheng did not refuse. He was just playing music tonight to liven things up, and since everyone liked it, he had to continue.

Listening to the music, Sui Zhichao said to Zhao Jinquan with some admiration, "Now I understand why you admire Feng Cheng so much. I admire him a little now too."

Zhao Jinquan looked proud, as if he were praising him: "Brother Feng knows a lot of things. He has played many pieces, all of which are very beautiful, but I don't remember many of them."

"Then let's play them all. Anyway, we have nothing to do tomorrow, so we can have some fun tonight."

"Next song, The East Is Red, The East Is Red, let's all sing together!"

Zhao Tianshan never forgot his "The East Is Red" and immediately started shouting when Feng Cheng finished playing.

Feng Cheng didn't refuse and immediately started playing the accompaniment for "The East Is Red".

"The East is Red, the sun rises, and China has produced a Mao Zedong..."

This song was particularly influential in that era. As soon as Zhao Tianshan started singing, everyone started belting out the tune.

"Next song, 'Singing for the Motherland'."

As soon as the song "The East Is Red" was finished, Zhao Tianshan started arranging the next one.

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, let's sing together..."

"The five-starred red flag flutters in the wind, the song of victory resounds so loudly, singing praises to our beloved motherland..."

Suddenly, deafening singing erupted from the silent Saihanba. Twelve people sang together, their voices capable of piercing the wilderness and reaching the starry sky.

Alone in the dugout, Wu Yansheng could clearly hear the lively singing. He could distinguish whose voice was which, who sang the loudest, and who sang the best.

Wu Yansheng was like an outsider, watching others be happy, lively, and joyful. He was like a member who had been abandoned by the team, standing on the sidelines, feeling out of place.

Wu Yansheng now deeply regrets coming to Saihanba, this impoverished place where he can't eat well, dress well, sleep well, and is exhausted.

Wu Yansheng now harbors some resentment towards Qin Xuemei. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have come to Saihanba. If she had agreed to be his girlfriend, none of this would have happened.

And then there's Feng Cheng. If it weren't for him, my failure to plant trees wouldn't have been so noticeable. If it weren't for him interfering, I would have been with Qin Xuemei long ago, and I could have made it back to Beijing.

Now, he not only failed to win over Qin Xuemei, but also lost face. Now he has to slink back to Beijing in disgrace. What face will he have left?

Wu Yansheng was filled with resentment. He hated himself for being so unlucky, and he hated Qin Xuemei for not seeing his good qualities. He wondered what he was lacking compared to Feng Cheng, and what was so good about that guy.

But Wu Yansheng was also powerless. He dared not do anything to Feng Cheng. Yu Zhenglai and Qu He valued Feng Cheng highly, and the leaders of the Provincial Forestry Department also had a good impression of Feng Cheng. Although Wu Yansheng came from a good family, his father was only a department-level cadre. Not to mention that he couldn't reach out, even if he could, he would be easily blocked. He didn't even need Xing Zhen to take action; Yu Zhenglai could block him.

Therefore, power tactics were ineffective against Feng Cheng, and Wu Yansheng was also unable to use other methods, which made him very uncomfortable.

Thinking about how happy these people were at the dinner table, Wu Yansheng felt so irritated that he wanted to kill someone.