Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

The high-intensity earthquake-resistant work lasted more than half a month, and I was as strong as Li Jingbai, and couldn't help but persuade Su Haitang to rest several times.

The way the extreme high pressure improves himself, the effect gradually weakened without accident, but Su Haitang's resilience was far beyond Li Jingbai's surprise.

After the change of the host of "Into the Tang City", Su Haitang fell silent in front of the screen, even if Pangda deliberately favored more interviews with his boss, he was privately refused.

Not long after, Mingzhu Culture released Su Haitang's first album "Prayer", which sold well.

It's not that there are no voices of opposition, questioning Su Haitang taking the opportunity to make hype, not purely trying to rescue the disaster, otherwise, where does she get the time to record the song?

The questioning voice was getting higher and higher, and Su Haitang became black and red.

The latest issue of "Into the Tang City" was broadcast in due course, and the camera brought everyone closer to Tang City, which was at the end of the disaster relief.

The soldiers had already quietly evacuated early in the morning, leaving a note of concern and writing their eagerly anticipated blessings.

The allowances and small belongings they brought had already been given to the wounded, and the only thing left was affection.

The camera scans a neatly-topped tent, a cleared and dredged street, an orderly entry and exit of vehicles, a banging machine, a warehouse full of supplies, a group of people struggling to rebuild their homes. Loud labor chants...

The sky shows the warm sun, the wind stops and the clouds stop, the sky is shining, the ice water is gurgling, and the snow is covered.

The women were washing and cooking by the river. There were still shallow pains on their faces that had not yet completely gone out, but they were able to smile calmly and listen to the loud reading of the children in the tent.

After the latest issue of "Into the Tang City" was broadcast, although Su Haitang was not mentioned word by word, it clearly proved that she had left the disaster area with the troops and had plenty of time to record songs.

The sales of the tapes set off a small climax, in which 14 new and old songs were circulated in the streets and alleys.

Tomorrow the foundation will announce the income and the destination of donation funds in real time, and a short interview video will be broadcast at the press conference.

Su Haitang sang a cappella "I Pray", with perfect sound quality, strong emotions, all in one go, and the ability to interpret what is meant to be over and over again.

Questions about Su Haitang’s singing have been weakened, but the black fan still firmly believes that a soldier who does not do his job well, always wants to fight for fame and fortune, not a good bird.

Immediately a voice of opposition came out to defend Su Haitang: Can't the soldiers sing? The military troupe sang so much better, back to the TV party!

"You don't have to take some unclear remarks outside of your heart. You have done a good job. You are thinner than my thighs."

"I can take a good rest when I come back and take some good supplements."

Yan Fangqiong was ordered to stay in bed and had to ask her mother-in-law to visit her daughter in the army.

Yuan Yingchao touched her granddaughter's thin cheeks distressedly, tears faintly filled her eyes.

"Are you still angry with your grandpa? He loves you too, don't see if he hasn't called you for more than half a month, but he watches TV every day, thinking he can take a look at you."

"He can sing all the songs on your tape; the newspaper reports about you, good or bad, he cuts them all down and collects them. He has half a copy of it. He is just a stubborn mouth and a stubborn heart for a lifetime."

Yuan Yingchao took her granddaughter's hand, shaking off all the little secrets of her wife.

Su Haitang swallowed a bite of beef with soy sauce fed by her grandmother and nodded with a smile.

"I know that Grandpa treats me well, but he can't help but ask my opinion and make a decision casually. This is not a tyrannical style. This style cannot be long, it must teach him a profound lesson."