Chapter 1494: Wounded Barracks

Shen Long came out of the hospital and rushed all the way to the place where Hao Shuwen and the others were performing. When he arrived, he saw Hao Shuwen singing in the middle of the crowd, "Look at the red glow on the mountain, it's not a red glow, it's a fiery Panzhihua; Flowers, beautiful life, splendid years; when you fought bloody battles, don’t forget Panzhihua, your hometown... When you come back triumphantly, we will meet under Panzhihua..."

This is another song that Shen Long took out on the train - "Fiery Red Panzhihua". The train stopped at the Panzhihua station. He came down to take a breath and saw a group of recruits from Panzhihua preparing to go to the battlefield. The song is also the theme song of the movie "Proud, Mother" that reflects this war.

No matter where they come from Panzhihua or wherever, the soldiers who heard this song were immersed in it, with smiles on their lips, awakening their memories of their hometown.

After Hao Shuwen finished singing, Shen Long beckoned her over, "Is your show over? If it's over, leave this place to someone else. Come back to the hospital with me!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!" After coming to the front line, Hao Shuwen also lost her previous arrogance, and obeyed the order decisively without asking why, hurriedly went down to make arrangements, and left with Shen Long.

On the way back, they picked up He Xiaoping, Zhuoma, and Chen Can. These were the best artists in the regiment. Shen Long wanted to give the wounded soldiers the highest quality performances.

"The time is urgent now, so I won't designate a specific program for you, but you must remember that you can't sing songs with words such as sacrifice in the lyrics, but sing more positive ones." These soldiers are fighting for their lack of sacrifice. It's a pity, if you hear similar words again, maybe you will be surprised, people's psychology is actually very sensitive.

"Understood!" Everyone responded in unison, and then followed Shen Long into the ward for disabled and wounded soldiers. Once inside, they were stunned.

The army is a serious but lively group. No matter where they performed before, the soldiers would sit upright, with excitement in their eyes, and the scene was full of high-spirited atmosphere.

But it’s different here. There are soldiers who have lost an arm leaning against the head of the bed without saying a word; He wanted to feed the soldiers, but he didn't open his mouth at all... The entire ward was filled with a depressing atmosphere, which was quite different from the atmosphere in the barracks.

"Leader." Hao Shuwen turned her head and looked at Shen Long. In the past, she was the host to give the opening remarks, but today on such an occasion, she couldn't open her mouth.

"I'm coming!" Shen Long stepped forward, walked to the center of the ward, and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Dear comrades, we are members of the XXX Art Troupe.

Let's pay tribute to the heroes. After that, he brought Hao Shuwen and others together to salute them, "We have brought you some cultural programs, I hope you will like them. "

The wounded soldiers looked at them, and it took a while before there was sparse applause, and some people smiled wryly, I am already like this, so I still have the heart to listen to you sing and watch you dance?

Shen Long beckoned, Hao Shuwen stood in front, and sang the song "Green Flowers in the Army" again, "The cold wind blows the fallen leaves, the army is a green flower... I sincerely wish my mother a long and healthy life. I will go home again when I am celebrating, and I will visit my good mother again; there is a good girl in my hometown, I often dream of her, the men in the army are also affectionate, and I would like to accompany you to the end of the world..."

Hao Shuwen deliberately lowered her voice. Shen Long had already told her on the road just now that these patients were still very weak, and many high-pitched stimuli would make them feel uncomfortable. It would be best to sing in a relatively gentle tone.

At the beginning, the wounded soldiers were still expressionless, but when Hao Shuwen sang about her mother and the good girl in her hometown, some people finally couldn't help crying, first one, then the second, the third, and finally Almost all the soldiers in the ward cried, and the crying covered Hao Shuwen's singing.

"Leader." He Xiaoping tugged at Shen Long's sleeve nervously, she was worried that something might happen.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's fine if you cry, it's fine if you cry!" Shen Long comforted in a soft voice, some things are uncomfortable when held in his heart, and finally he can vent a little by crying out, and after venting, the cloud in his heart will somewhat dissipate Some.

"Xiaoping, Dolma!" Shen Long quietly pointed to the soldiers who were crying the most. The two of them immediately understood, took out the handkerchief to the side of the hospital bed, helped the soldiers up, and helped them wipe away their tears. persuading.

"It's good if you can cry." The dean also came over, seeing this scene, he had the same opinion as Shen Long, and if he kept holding back in his heart, something would happen.

"Chen Can, go play the harmonica, just play "Yingshanhong"." Shen Long asked Chen Can to perform in place of Hao Shuwen. The trumpet he is best at is a bit loud, and it is just right to replace it with the harmonica. The program is a bit inappropriate, this simple background music can be better.

Then Hao Shuwen also joined the consolation team. The three girls wiped the tears of the soldiers one by one, listened to their complaints, and then comforted them in a low voice. I stopped, and forgot to cry, and my face turned red with a brush.

The performance lasted for two hours, and the soldiers' emotions somewhat improved. They were still very weak and tired after a while. Shen Long told them to take a good rest and promised to come back tomorrow.

On the second day, they continued to mobilize elite personnel from the regiment to perform for these wounded soldiers. Compared with yesterday, these soldiers regained a little bit of vitality, and their eyes also had a bit of color.

The dean is very grateful for this, "Thanks to you, otherwise I really don't know what to do. Now their situation is much better, and many people are willing to let the nurses feed them."

"This alone is not enough. We not only need to keep them alive, but also rekindle their hope for the future." Shen Long shook his head, not complacent.

"It's not easy. It's hard to support a disabled person in a family now. They're all afraid of burdening the family." The dean shook his head, and they couldn't solve these problems.

"Yes." Shen Long nodded, he naturally understood this, so how can we help them regain their confidence? He suddenly thought of a way.

"Chen Can." Shen Long beckoned Chen Can over, "I've given you a task, you should return to the Art Troupe as quickly as possible..."