Bai Xue’s face was a mixture of pale green and white. Even in the dark, under the flicker of the firelight and the redness of her blushing cheeks, it was not pronounced.
Su Junlin felt that his little wife’s proposal was a profoundly improper one. He reached out and nudged her leg, "Comrade Bai Xue, sit down once you finish singing. The mutton roast is ready for you to taste. Our cook Liao has learned his skills from the old Tibetans."
Bai Xue sat down begrudgingly.
Considering the future crisis of Lu Jiang, Feng Qingxue tried to save face for Su Junlin. After all, Bai Xue’s proposal was a disgrace to Su Junlin. Su Junlin would definitely feel embarrassed. So she cheerfully said to the commander, "Comrade commander, even though I am not a member of the literary and art troop, I have a heart that loves the motherland and cares for the border soldiers. Since Comrade Bai Xue has made such a proposal, if I don’t sing, it seems a bit insincere. Now, I humbly ask Comrade commander to allow me to sing a song for everyone’s delight."
The commander clapped his hands and laughed, "Good, good, I allow it!"
Decades later, every young person who had even the slightest conditions would have been a karaoke junkie. Who wouldn’t be able to sing some old classic songs?
The children of the Scholar Gentry family were somewhat influenced by classical music. Feng Qingxue could even sing the traditional songs that the elders liked. After living with Granny Xu, she also received some pointers in music from her.
In this aspect, Feng Qingxue had a solid foundation.
Although the foundation might not be profound, it was enough for the situation at hand.
Because of her identity as a military spouse, Feng Qinxue had carefully reviewed the information in her space, selected popular songs from the period according to their years of release, and copied them into a large book. This was to avoid herself humming a tune that did not yet exist.
"Sunset in the West Mountain, red clouds in flight, soldiers return from target practice, return to the camp..."
Feng Qingxue’s beautiful and clear singing voice floated in the sky, stunning all who heard it.
This voice, even among the members of the literary and art troupe, was among the finest.
Lu Jiang was very proud, but he remembered Bai Xue’s provocation against his wife.
"... The red flower on the chest reflects the colourful glow, and the joyful song flies across the sky ..." Feng Qingxue held her hand over her heart, her bright eyes flashing with determination, "... Praise our singing, praise our excellent shooting skills ..."
This lingered in everyone’s hearts, unforgettable for a long time.
The reaction was much stronger than when Bai Xue had finished singing. The applause and cheers, one round after another, echoed and resounded.
Su Junlin’s face looked quite better than compared to before, and he was all praises.
"I have made a fool of myself!" Feng Qingxue laughed.
"No, no, definitely not making a fool of yourself. It’s actually quite unexpected for everyone! Comrade Qingxue," said Ye Zhengjun. He then turned to Lu Jiang and asked, "This song has only been popular for a few years. Did you teach Comrade Qingxue? I didn’t expect that Lu Jiang, you could have such a talent. Since you could teach such a good student, why don’t you sing when everyone else does?"
Feng Qingxue hurriedly said: "He didn’t teach me. Our Lu Jiang has a loud voice when he shouts slogans. But when it comes to singing, please don’t make it hard for him, Commander Ye. I learnt this song by listening to Brother Anbang sing it a few times."
Zhao Anbang has a great voice and misses his military life. He often takes Xibao around, happily humming army songs non-stop. All the children in the family have learned songs from him. This song was sung the most often, otherwise, Feng Qingxue wouldn’t choose to sing it. After all, she had to arrange a learning channel for the songs she sings.