Two large pots of stewed vermicelli with cabbage, a large basket of steamed buns, and yellow cakes are placed on the bank of the ancient Yellow River in the backyard. Yan Zhiqing glanced at it and asked, "Sister Lianzi, isn't it, where did you get such a big pot, and you steamed so many steamed buns at the same time, no, why is this bun different, is it a trick that you deliberately changed?"Yan Zhiqing asked with some confusion. I looked at the dishes in the pot again, although they were all cabbage vermicelli, but they were not the same, there were actually slices of meat in one pot.
Ying Lian'er walked over with a bowl, picked up a piece of meat and said, "Brother Yan, you don't know, this one with meat was made and sent by Sister Shuilian's family on the south side of the bridge, this yellow cake was sent by Erping Niang, and this one with stuffing was sent by Sister Jinlian's family." Today, we are eating a hundred family rice, but it is fragrant, do you want to have a bowl? As he spoke, he smugly ate the dishes in his bowl.
A guest served half a bowl of vegetables, picked up a yellow cake, and said: "I have traveled to so many places in the north and south, and the most affectionate people are the villagers of this Qingheyi." This leader, you are also a cadre from the county, right?Let me tell you, the folks of this Qingheyi, the war years were just now, and the peace years were just now. This kind of scene is touching, touching!It's not a question of money or not. ”
Yan Zhiqing nodded and said, "This guy summed it up well, whether it is fighting a war or engaging in construction, human feelings are equally important." Some people say that the Communist Party does not care about human feelings. I said, that's not right, the Communist Party is the most humane, and it understands human feelings the most, why do we want to stage the big drama of "Anti-Japanese Hero Wu Junyi", that is, to talk about the deep affection between the Communist Party and the common people. Without the support of the people, it is impossible to win the war, and if we lose the support of the people, construction will also fail. Yan Zhiqing glanced at Jin Rang and Ying Lian'er again, and said: "Similarly, when you act, you can't just express the deeds of heroes, but also deduce emotions, and use your heart to interpret the inner world of heroes." In this way, and only in this way, the show can be successful. Okay, Sister Yinglian, you can eat, I should also go home for dinner, your food is good, but my food is at the third aunt's house. With that, he waved his hand to everyone and walked into the back door of the dealership.
Several guests gathered around curiously, and the one at the head asked, "Who is this, the speech is really level." ”
Yan Zhiqing had just put down the bowl, and the gongs and drums on the stone bridge had already sounded, and he hurriedly pulled up Wu Miaomiao and walked out. Miao Miao said: "Uncle, my little mother said that she is going to sing today, and she wants to sing my big mother's play." Uncle, have you seen my big mother?Grandma said that my eldest mother is a doctor and a big hero. Uncle, can a doctor be a hero too?Didn't she give people injections?Injections, but if it hurts, you can also be a hero?Miao Miao's innocent question made Yan Zhiqing answer from nowhere to answer. Coincidentally, when I walked to the intersection, I saw Li Fengqi also coming out of Wu Songpo's house, and said, "Miao Miao, let's ask your grandfather, what does your eldest mother look like, is it okay." ”
Good. Miao Miao suddenly broke free of Yan Zhiqing's hand, ran to Li Fengqi's side, hugged his legs, and asked: "Grandpa, uncle said, have you seen what my big mother looks like, Grandpa Li, is the big mother good-looking?"Is she better looking than my little mother?Li Fengqi was confused by the child's question. Yan Zhiqing pointed to Yinglian'er, who was preparing to start the play on the stone bridge, and said, "That's her little mother, and it's her big mother who wants to act." Li Fengqi smiled, raised the child with both hands, and said, "It's also beautiful." Miao Miao smiled, and the third aunt came out with a stool, and said with a smile: "Fengqi, put her down and let her run by herself." You, you're dozens of years old, and you're not afraid of flashing your waist.
With the horn, the sound of gongs and drums sounded a lot, and there were more ** on the road, and there were many people on the bank of the ancient Yellow River. There are a lot of people who get the news and come to listen to the play. In the middle of the stone bridge, a place has been set aside for the actors, and under the light, Xiao Dajian and the two masters have already opened the door. Ying Lian'er trotted into the field, one appeared, there was no drum music when she boarded, and the stone bridge was surprisingly quiet, carefully watching Ying Lian'er's appearance dance, which was a fragment of tearfully rescuing the wounded on the battlefield. Yan Zhiqing nodded, this kind of silent performance is better than sound, with the help of movie performances. It seems that Xiao Dajian really deserves to be an artist, and in this way, the temperament of Bai Yulian, a brave, witty, calm and resolute female revolutionary, is silently expressed, and Yan Zhiqing admires it from the bottom of her heart.
When", the gentle drum beat, the strings gently rhymed, Ying Lian'er sang: "The sound of killing, the war horse is crazy, the battlefield is bleeding like the remnant sun, the cavalry regiment, the good son, all of them rise up to kill the East, carry the wounded, and don't panic, sisters go to the battlefield with me, tightly wrapped, and heal the wounds, in order to let our heroes return to the battlefield and return to the battlefield ......."Everyone listened carefully, this is a story about Comrade Bai Yulian's heroic rescue of the wounded on the battlefield, and Yinglian'er sang a grand generality. ##