"Hello, everyone."
"This is Chengdu Radio and Television Station.”
"Now, we'll interrupt the program with an urgent piece of news.”
"Freedom Cult Master Xu Wei, after the huge success of yesterday's Tianquan concert.”
"Tonight at 8 o'clock, at Luding Bridge, the revolutionary tourist destination.”
"Hold a red themed concert.”
"Not only to commemorate the twenty-two warriors who seized Luding Bridge.”
"It's also to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs who were willing to sacrifice their lives for the unification of the country."
Various television hosts and radio anchors released impassioned news articles.
It was broadcasted to the television and radio of every household in Sichuan Province.
Firstly, it was the giant platform of the Battle Sonar.
They were promoting the Luding Bridge concert online and offline.
Looking at such a huge formation.
If the Sichuan Provincial Culture and Travel Department didn't make a scene, it would be a disgrace to their duties.
Secondly, Xu Weitian's title as the Tianquan County's tourism ambassador had already spread throughout the entire province.
Moreover, Xu Wei was still contributing to the cultural tourism industry in Sichuan Province.
Spreading the real red energy.
The broadcasting department of Sichuan Province was promoting their own concert.
Of course, he had to spare no effort.
"Cult Master is muddle-headed, how can you sing a red song!”
"This doesn't match your singing style at all!”
A family in Luding County.
The door was hung with a plaque that said," The family of a first-class meritorious official."
The house was filled with pennants, awards, and old photos.
A young man's strange cry was heard.
"What are you talking about?"
Grandpa Liu Guoqiang patted his grandson's forehead lightly.
"What's wrong with singing red songs?"
"Red songs are so good!"
"These male singers nowadays are all so shy. Do they look like men?”
Liu Guoqiang, 68 years old.
Dressed in an old military uniform, he sat upright beside his grandson.
As the descendant of a hero.
He had always carried forward the fine traditions of the army.
Even if he retired from the army and returned home, even if his grandson was already an adult.
He even kept demanding himself with the image and style of a soldier.
"Grandpa, I'm talking about the free cult leader, Xu Wei.”
"You're too old to know. Don't give your opinion.”
his grandson, Liu Lei, said impatiently.
How could a stubborn old man like his grandfather understand the dreams and freedom of young people like him?
The liberal cult leader, Xu Wei, who had risen to prominence in the past two days.
He had become the spiritual pillar for his classmates to pursue their dreams and freedom.
"Why don't I know him? I even listened to his song yesterday!”
"This young man is not bad. He sings really well!”
Grandpa said proudly.
"Grandpa, you also know the Cult Master!"
When his grandson heard that his grandfather was so fashionable.
His interest was immediately piqued.
The grandfather and grandson sat on the sofa and began to discuss animatedly.
"I think Cult Master is too careless."
"In order to obtain the recognition of the backing song god, he was too eager for success.”
"The sudden change in the song path not only won't get the recognition of the new fans.”
"Even diehard fans like them have the possibility of running away."
"Who among the young people these days would listen to red songs? I don't think many people would watch this concert.”
" Besides, a rock ballad singer going to sing a red song, it hurts my eyes just listening to it. This doesn't match!"
His grandson, Liu Lei, began to analyze the situation bit by bit.
His words.
It was also a common understanding among the young people that they did not think highly of Xu Wei.
"My dear grandson, I really don't understand what you're talking about.”
"But now that you mention it, Xu Wei's singing and singing of a red song are indeed lacking in momentum!”
At this point.
Grandpa Liu Guoqiang did not deny his grandson's opinion.
After all, red songs were exclusive to real men.
Only the men in the army could roar with such vigor.
Xu Wei could sing normal songs, but red songs really didn't match her image.
"However, it doesn't matter if he sings well or not.”
"Just based on his respect for the older generation of martyrs, grandfather became a fan of him.”
"Unlike those so-called celebrities who talk nonsense. Just looking at them makes me want to beat them up!”
"Not bad, Grandpa. You even know how to be an idol fan!”
Liu Lei admired his grandfather even more.
He looked at the serious old man.
He didn't expect his thoughts to be so avant-garde.
"What do you think?"
Liu Guoqiang's chin was almost raised to the sky.
"Grandpa, this is called responding to the call of a great man.”
"Keep up with the times, understand?"
"Awesome!"
Liu Lei gave him a thumbs up.
She had more and more things in common with her grandfather.
"No matter what."
"You have to bring Grandpa to the concert tonight.”
"That's also the place where your great-grandfather sacrificed himself.”
"Alright, Grandpa!"
"Everything is great!"
Liu Lei quickly agreed.
Although he was not born in the revolutionary era.
He was even a little unfamiliar with the matters of that era.
However, she couldn't stop her grandfather from nagging her every day.
He also knew that.
It was the happiest thing in his grandfather's life.
It was to tell others about his father's glorious deeds!
The descendants of the 22 warriors of Luding Bridge.
Liu Lei was afraid of attracting the attention of the outside world and being treated differently by others.
He had never told anyone about his background.
But the glory that was engraved in his bones.
Or let him be proud of his birth!
"Oh right, call your grandmother too.”
"It's quite tiring to take care of your younger sister who's ten years younger than you.”
He thought about his old wife.
Liu Guo Qiang also felt that he had suffered a loss.
Ever since she got married in the army, she had never had a day of leisure.
He was about to retire.
Unexpectedly, his eldest grandson was born.
She had also watched her grandson grow up.
He wanted to bring his wife along and fulfill her wish to relive the red journey.
Who would have thought that his son would have a second child?
What should he do?
Continue to take care of the children.
Didn't all the grandparents in China go through this?
But today was such an important red concert.
He had to bring his wife to take a look.
The red journey couldn't go on.
Red Song could still relax for a night!
"A rock version of a red song!"
"Ah!"
"The Freedom Sect Master has fallen!"
Although he had promised his grandfather.
He was going to take him and Grandma to the Cult Master's concert tonight.
However, Liu Lei was still a little worried.
He watched as his idol collapsed in front of the world.
In his heart.
It was also indescribably uncomfortable.
...
The scene that happened at Liu Guo Qiang's house.
It was happening in many families of the red heritage in Sichuan Province.
These old revolutions were even the descendants of the old revolutions.
As long as the conditions allowed it.
They all began to rush to Luding Bridge.
There were very few concerts with the theme of the Red Revolution.
In addition to Xu Wei.
At such a young age, he already knew how to respect the revolutionary ancestors.
Carry forward China's red culture.
They were the direct witnesses and descendants of the revolution.
What other reason was there?
Not going to support!
It didn't matter if he sang well or not!
Most importantly…
We can't let young people carry forward traditional culture and carry forward the passion of the revolutionary spirit.
It's just going to be cold
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