Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Wen Nian didn't pay attention to the reactions of several elders, and took a deep breath to return to normal.

She also knew that ordinary people were not to blame for this matter.

They only have one-third of their own land in life, and all they can do is accept it.

They learn whatever society asks them to learn, and they enjoy whatever society provides them.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Jiasheng felt that his mother's mood had stabilized, so he asked softly.

Wen Nian looked away and met three pairs of worried eyes.

She felt sweet in her heart, and her smile naturally showed. She reached out to hold the children over and said softly: "Don't worry, Mom is fine."

While answering the children's words, she quickly looked at the passengers in the bunk next to her.

Although there are many berths in the hard sleeper carriage, they are more spacious than those with hard seats and soft seats.

"OK."

Wen Nian's singing continued, and everyone listening to the song poked their heads out of their bunks to watch.

"...Caiyunfei."

The three sisters' eyes were filled with joy.

Now there are new songs to learn, how can the children not be excited?

I saw her face full of pride and joy, and she also gestured according to the lyrics while singing.

"Ah, dear friends, to whom does this wonderful spring belong?

While singing, she recalled this song that was a household name in her previous life in the 1980s.

The children were also quite obedient. The older one helped take care of the younger ones, and the mother could barely calm down for a while.

The two bunks facing each other, mother and son, could barely accommodate six people.

Wen Nian did not say hello to anyone, but still talked to his children: "Mom is teaching you a new song, do you want to learn it?"

Wen Nian coughed lightly and began to sing softly:

"Young friends come to meet today, row the boat, the warm breeze blows gently, the flowers are fragrant, the birds are chirping, the spring scenery is intoxicating, and there are songs and laughter..."

It belongs to me, it belongs to you, it belongs to our new generation in the 1980s!..."

Everyone listened very carefully, for fear of missing a word.

I have never heard such a cheerful and high-spirited song, and those passengers who were still in their bunks did not realize they got off.

She sings with immersion, listens to and listens to, and is intoxicated.

Among these passengers, there were many with children. Among them, there was a woman next door who was traveling alone with four or five children just like her.

After hearing the conversation between Wen Nian's mother and son, Wen Sicheng's brother and sister also quickly got down from the upper bunk, "Auntie, whatever you teach us, we must also learn."

"Auntie, we also need to learn."

As soon as she started singing, the roaring sounds around her stopped unconsciously, and they looked here curiously.

"Okay, let's learn together."

The songs taught by their mother over the years have helped them gain a lot of favor in front of children of the same age.

The eyes of sisters Jiasheng and the Wen brothers were shining. They listened excitedly to Wen Nian's singing and imitated her movements.

In order to make an impression on the children, she planned to sing it completely first and then teach the children every line.

The oldest one is about the same age as Jiasheng, and the youngest one is only two or three years old.

There was silence in the carriage with more than 100 berths, and even the children who had been noisy before were mesmerized.

Wen Nian's singing continued, even overpowering the voice coming from the carriage radio:

"In another twenty years, when we meet again, how beautiful our great motherland will be!

The sky is new, the earth is new, the spring light is brighter, and cities and villages are becoming more glorious.

Ah, dear friends, who does it take to create this miracle?..."

When she sang here, she stood up unconsciously, facing herself with her hands first, and then continued singing:

"We have to rely on me, we have to rely on you, we have to rely on our new generation in the 1980s!"