When Xiao Qian finished singing, everyone suddenly sighed and felt a sense of loss. It seemed that they would never hear such a beautiful song again in the future, and that was why they were like this.

"Okay, okay... okay, okay..."

This time, even Wei Wenxiang, who has always been mature and steady, couldn't control his emotions and praised him non-stop.

At the end, feeling that he still had more to say, he asked again: "Kid Xiao Qian, look, we are in the great capital now, so have you thought of any songs?"

Xiao Qian sang two songs in a row and felt a little tired. She looked sideways at the excavator in front of her and said angrily: "Uncle, it's time."

Amidst the uproar in the whole hall, Wei Wenxiang's face turned red, and he felt helpless with shame.

He is an experienced host, but he didn't expect to be criticized by a child today.

But Xiao Qian was right, five minutes had passed and other programs could not be delayed.

So the two hosts immediately ran away and directed the subsequent program.

It was all over, Xiao Qian let out a long breath, thanked the people around him for their compliments, and sat down quickly.

The old man next to him had already poured water for him. While watching him drink, he said with a smile: "The little baby insists on getting it. You can sing well."

Xiao Qian drank the water happily and asked, "Does grandpa like it?"

The old man smiled.

"Me, I prefer military songs. That's what us men should listen to and sing. It's a pity that you don't know how to do it."

Won't I?

The show on the stage was still going on, so Xiao Qian lowered her voice and sang to the old man alone.

If the motherland is invaded

Hot-blooded men should strengthen themselves

Drink up this bowl of hometown wine

The strong man never comes back

The rolling Yellow River, the roaring Yangtze River

Give me life, give me strength

Let the blood dye the most beautiful flower red

Sprinkle on my chest

The excitement on the stage turned into the hazyness in the old man's eyes, making his strokes on Xiao Qian's head become more gentle.

"Good boy, good boy, so...so good!"

Xiao Qian looked up at the old man with gray hair and no longer straight back. Although he was asking a question, he said firmly: "Grandpa, I want this song to be heard by more people, is that okay?"

The old man looked at him steadily.
Chapter completed!