"This is what I just thought about. It doesn't fade after being discharged. I seem to have seen it in some report before."

Yang Qian was a little embarrassed. He always felt that it was not good to just say what he had just compiled, and he hadn't revised it carefully yet!

"I feel okay!"

Xiang Hongfeng opened his mouth again.

"Well, I think it sounds good too. You are worthy of being Ouyang's apprentice. This literary talent..."

Shi Xishan praised Yang Qian.

"Then use this and memorize it when you go back!"

Zhu Dehui was also very satisfied. He felt that this short sentence directly summarized their purpose of forming the Veterans Chorus.

"Singing the national anthem with passion is very good. However, Xiao Yang, "Keep the Roots" is not a song to repay the motherland. You got a slogan. Do you have to prepare a song that sings about the motherland and our soldiers?

Prepare?"

Jian Jinchuan made a joke.

"Yes, Xiao Yang, you still owe us a song!"

People over fifty years old started joking with this young man Yang Qian.

Of course, everyone is just joking. How can writing songs be something you just want to write?

They didn't really take it to heart, and they didn't even think that after they finished singing this performance next month, the Veterans Chorus would continue to play. After all, everyone was older, and those who had jobs had jobs, and those who didn't had jobs.

I'm going fishing, so I'd like to ask about the owner of the reservoir or something.

Is it possible to really rekindle the passion and fight for another ten years?

Yang Qian did not regard their joking words as a psychological burden on him. Yang Qian also felt very happy being with these seniors who were sometimes serious and sometimes very naughty.

Previously, Yang Qian was worried that the veteran choir improvised by his teacher would be unreliable and would not be able to sing his own songs well.

But now that he sees his old team leader Zhu Dehui being so strict with himself and his teammates, shouting slogans and taking notes, Yang Qian suddenly feels relieved!

…

The lunch lasted until around two o'clock in the afternoon. Yang Qian had no qualifications and was thin-skinned, so he went back to work in embarrassment. Ouyang Cheng was still accompanying his comrades, preparing to practice a few more times before organizing activities in the evening.

Not long after returning to work, a new WeChat message popped up on Yang Qian's phone.

"I'm about to get on the plane and go back to Shanghai, don't miss me too much!"

When Yang Qian looked at the WeChat message, he remembered Dai Yuni's cheerful and smiling appearance, and he replied with a smile.

"Okay, I wish you a safe journey!"

"Hey, why did you come back so soon? Aren't you drinking with your teacher's comrades?"

"They drank, but I didn't drink. Now I'm back to work."

"Oh, actually I haven't gotten on the plane yet, I'm still waiting in line."

"Are there many people in line?"

In fact, Yang Qian didn't know what to say, so he could only find a question to ask.

"That's a lot!"

"I didn't book a flight yesterday, and then I came over and found that the business class was gone!"

"Hey, I can only take the ordinary class, and then I have to queue up..."

Dai Yuni took a photo of him with a long queue behind her, but her head occupied most of the photo, with her mouth pouted and her scissor hands raised up on her chin.

Yang Qian looked at her photo and was still thinking about replying something when Dai Yuni hurriedly replied:

"No more talking, no more talking, let's get on the plane!"
Chapter completed!