Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Peng Man felt sour in her heart, but she just smiled obediently, stood up slowly and moved out of the kitchen.

Xu Congrong pulled out the paper that scored 100 points this time, ran to the kitchen, and showed it to Su Haitang like a treasure. After receiving Su Haitang's praise, the child was extremely beautiful, and his little face smiled like a flower.

Peng Man held her chest that suddenly hurt, endured the itchiness in her throat, and quietly went to the living room to pour a glass of water.

The laughter and laughter in the kitchen reached her ears, making her side even more desolate.

Even Xiaorong likes her, so that's her.

"Aunt Haitang, will you become an art soldier in the future? Can you sing?"

Children who grew up in the army knew a lot, and Xu Congrong asked questions very naturally.

"If you can sing, you must be an artistic soldier. When will our army stop singing?"

Su Haitang was quite interested in talking to Xu Congrong. It was better than facing Xu He, right?

She couldn't tell him the truth that Cheng Yuanzheng had not died. Even if she violated the confidentiality principle, she couldn't produce evidence.

"How can it be the same!" Xu Congrong raised his face seriously. "I can also sing "Return from Target Shooting", but that doesn't mean I can sing."

"Why can't this be called singing? Is it still an opera?" Su Haitang deliberately interrupted him.

"It's not this kind of thing, it's the one from the tape recorder!" Xu Congrong was a little anxious, as if he had never seen the world.

"The tape contains "Return from Target Shooting" and "Night at the Military Port." Su Haitang gently stirred the dumplings in the pot with a colander, then scooped out some cold water and continued cooking.

"This kind of thing doesn't matter. Anyway, you are not singing with a bunch of people. There will be that, just to make up for it!"

The boy suddenly remembered an appropriate idiom, his face flushed with excitement, and his eyes towards his father clearly read: Please praise!

After Xu He rolled out the last dumpling wrapper, he showed his two thumbs up to his son, and Xu Congrong burst into laughter.

Su Haitang laughed.

"I see. You're saying that if you want to be an art soldier in the army's art troupe, you have to be a very good singer, have real skills, and it's best to be able to sing solo, right?"

"Yes! That's what I mean!" Xu Congrong grinned with a red mouth and his big eyes turned into crescents.

Su Haitang pursed his lips and smiled, then returned to the panel. "Brother Xu, I'll take care of it."

Xu He was not polite to her and went over to watch the stove cooking dumplings.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Xu Congrong still had some unfinished thoughts.

"Aunt Haitang, do you know how to do it? Our teacher just taught us a song "Tomorrow Will Be Better", which is very nice."

This song is really a hit, it can be found everywhere.

Su Haitang cursed, thinking of the song "Reverse War" that she copied to Yan Zheng and the others, with a little mischievous expectation.

Plagiarism, plagiarism, who can't do it?

She is even better than the "Tomorrow Will Be Better" plagiarized by Su Haiyan, He Yuzhu and others. Even she herself doesn't know where this song came from.

Perhaps it is the majestic and vast historical memory of the meteorite that fell from light years in the distant future?

But the ancient culture and martial arts that had been passed down to her mind basically overlapped with Chinese history.

Su Haitang sometimes couldn't help but wonder where this mysterious stone came from.

Before it runs out of life, will it also carry a long and glorious history? Will it also be called the earth?

But the earth is obviously well under her feet, running smoothly along its own orbit, creating beautiful scenery of rising sun, moon setting, and rising tides, carrying the joys, sorrows, and joys of all living things, and witnessing the changes of the years.