Me, the big brother of society! Get clean by pampering little potatoes

The old man re-lit a cigarette, and the surprise on his face turned into relief.

When I heard the first two lines of this song before, I thought that it was the young people who are now changing the old classic songs in a mess.

After all, the lyrics of the first two lines of this song are almost exactly the same as the classic anti-Japanese song "On the Songhua River".

But now when he heard it, he realized that he had misunderstood.

Although the lyrics are the same, they are completely different songs.

Or, if the song "On the Songhua River" written during the most difficult time in the Northeast describes the war-torn Northeast of that era, then the song sung by the Su family kid now is the Northeast today.

Now a warm, simple, and strong Northeast flavor song!

Good song !!

It is no exaggeration to say that this song is superior in terms of lyrics and melody, and it stands to reason that such a song close to the life and character of Northeast people, why haven't I heard it before?

Of course, it's not just the old people who haven't heard it, but no one else has heard it either.

In this world, Su Huaqiang sang this song for the first time.

But this does not affect the infectious power of the song and the taste of the bold optimism of the northerners.

This can be seen from the crowd of applauding and applauding.

There are also some people who can't wait to hold their mobile phones and record them.

"My home is in the Northeast! My home is in the Northeast!

On the Songhua River~~~

There are mountains full of soybean sorghum, beside the green mountains and green waters!

Two big aspen trees in front of the door, neat fence yard!

A small grass house!

Ay... Yo ......

My home is in the Northeast !!".

Sing a song!

Su Huaqiang gasped, and with the strength of the previous wine, this song was sung extremely happily!

At this time, he raised his head and found that there were so many people around him, applauding himself.

In fact, in addition to the fact that this

song was a song that was particularly liked by Northeast people in the previous life, Su Huadong's expressiveness with the strength of wine is also an important point that can attract so many people and allow everyone to integrate into this Northeast taste and liveliness.

"Yes, man, you sing so well. "

"This is the song of our Northeast taste!".

"One more!".

“............"

Seeing that Su Huaqiang finished singing, everyone seemed to be a little unsatisfied.

It's just a compliment or something, and some people even took out their mobile phones and scanned the money for the collection code in front of the stereo.

It is estimated that Su Huaqiang is regarded as a street singer.

As for Jiang Xiaoyan and the group of southern tourists, they looked at Su Huaqiang with excitement on their faces, and at this time, they also continued to coax together, shouting for Su Huaqiang to sing again.

Su Huaqiang hesitated for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw acquaintances outside the crowd.

It was the old man who shouted that he wanted to drink with him in the iron pot stew restaurant before, but he taught him a lesson.

At this time, the old man was smoking, his eyes were cloudy, and he was looking into the distance with a smile on the corner of his mouth, not knowing what he was thinking.

Su Huaqiang retracted his gaze, and his gaze fell on the crowd of onlookers again.

In addition to acquaintances and Jiang Xiaoyan's group of southern classmates and tourists, there are more elderly faces.

Looking at the clothes of these people, Su Huaqiang guessed that among these people, there should be more locals in the Northeast.

After all, tourists are out to play, and in addition to keeping warm, they also need to consider aesthetics.

After all, taking pictures and checking in is a very important part of their travel now.

Relatively speaking, some locals don't care that much.

For example, the old man who had just drunk with him was wearing a military coat.

There are a few others, and the clothes inside should be working in a nearby shop and restaurant, and the outside is also hurriedly put on a warm coat.

Looking at such a kind face, and a kind dress.

Su Huaqiang had no reason, and thought of what the old man had said before.

"Boy, you have no worries about food and clothing now, do you know what the wave of layoffs meant back then?

Old walls covered with dead vines, collapsed factory roofs, building corners littered with scraps, and crumbling and cluttered factory floors.

Many workers are not only workers, but also the breadwinners of the family, husbands and wives, fathers and mothers.

Suddenly, there is no iron rice bowl, and there is no income ......".

It is no surprise that my own generation has not experienced what happened in that era.

But these elderly locals are different.

They have experienced that era, experienced the wave of layoffs, and survived, and it is the dedication of each of them that has made this area the eldest son of China.

Su Huaqiang, I want to say something......

But speaking is too pretentious.

And the song he wanted to sing...... I don't know if it's suitable or not.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and glanced at the stereo in front of him.

On the stereo, there happened to be an unopened kazoo.

And this instrument is the soul of that song.

Su Huaqiang was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward, picked up the kazuqin, and looked at the old performer song who lent him the guitar.

"Can you sell me this?"

The street singer quickly replied, "Brother said that I laughed, just give it to you." "

Are you kidding.

This small musical instrument is only a few dozen yuan, not to mention that people swept a thousand yuan for themselves before, and brought so many people around themselves.

With the song that made him feel amazing and shocked, it was nothing to send it out.

Su Huaqiang, who received a confirmed answer, nodded.

Perhaps, this is providence.

So he took apart the little instrument that only needed to be played with his mouth, hung the string around his neck, and picked up the guitar again.

When everyone saw that Su Huaqiang was going to continue singing, they naturally cheered again!

The old man in the distance took a few steps forward and looked at Su Huaqiang with expectant eyes.

The guitar strumming sounds.

The old man doesn't study music that much, but he can still hear the general mood and feelings.

Compared with the previous lively song with a strong Northeast style, this song seems to be bland.

Accompanied by the strumming of the strings, Su Huaqiang blew the small instrument in his mouth.

Immediately, a strange timbre slowly drifted into the old man's ears.

It's obviously a very unfamiliar melody ......

But I don't know why.

Old man...... Suddenly I felt the urge to cry.

It was at this time.

The young man in the distance spat out his instrument and spoke.

"Get off work at six o'clock in the evening~~~ change out of the clothes of the pharmaceutical factory~~~

My wife is boiling porridge~~ I'm going to drink a few bottles of beer~~~".

The old man was stunned, and then his thoughts traveled to that era as if he had traveled through time and space.

At that time, for many people, state-owned enterprises were equivalent to an iron rice bowl.

And the person who has an iron rice bowl is naturally the pillar of the family.

From firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, to some household appliances and furniture, all the expenses at home are needed for that salary.

That kind of family and life may be poorer than now, but fortunately, it is stable and plain.

As the song goes.

I got off work at six o'clock in the afternoon and changed my clothes.

The wife is cooking, and the head of the house buys some food or beer, which is the most ordinary and comfortable day.

Such a person, such a family, he has seen too many .........

At this time, Su Huaqiang is different from the way he sang "Home in the Northeast" before.

If you say that when he was a singer in the Northeast, he was like a man who desperately showed the New Northeast and praised the New Northeast.

And now he is like an old factory that has been eliminated by history in memory.

The prosperity is gone, and after the ups and downs of the years, I don't even have the right to survive, just lying there alone, abandoned by time.

So he wailed, helpless, and hysterical......