7:42.
It was less than twenty minutes before the concert started.
In the waiting area.
Minister Zhang brought an old man in an old-fashioned military uniform to Xu Wei's side.
"Xu Wei, this is the old chief, Liu Guoqiang.”
"He is one of the descendants of the twenty-two warriors who snatched Luding Bridge.”
When he introduced the old man's identity.
Minister Zhang was extremely respectful.
The 22 warriors were the spiritual symbol of the entire Sichuan military division.
"Hello, Chief!"
Xu Wei mimicked the way soldiers called out.
He hurriedly reached out his palm.
He shook hands with the veteran in front of him.
"You can call me Old Liu or Old Liu.”
"He has already retired and returned home.”
"Besides,"
Liu Guo Qiang looked at his grandson dotingly.
"My grandson Liu Lei and I are both Cult Master's fans.”
"It feels weird to call him chief!"
"Hello, Cult Master. I'm Liu Lei. Can you give me an autograph?”
"Many students in our school are your fans.”
" They all said that after graduation, they would imitate the way you travel and pursue their dreams and freedom."
Seeing that his grandfather had really satisfied his goal.
He introduced himself to the sect master, Xu Wei.
Liu Lei was so excited that he couldn't stop talking.
"We'll talk about the autograph after we're done."
"Little brat, wait aside for now."
"Don't affect Xu Wei's performance."
Seeing his grandson talking non-stop.
Liu Guo Qiang pulled him behind him.
Liu Lei also knew.
Xu Wei's performance was about to begin.
Although he was still very excited, he had no choice but to shut his mouth.
After dealing with his grandson.
Liu Guo Qiang carefully opened the old-fashioned leather bag that he carried with him.
He took out an object wrapped in red silk.
At the same time, he removed the red silk cloth layer by layer.
He even instructed Xu Wei.
"This account has accompanied my father for a lifetime.”
"When he and his comrades were honored to be selected as one of the twenty-two suicide squad members.”
"When I was about to rush to the opposite side of Luding Bridge.”
"The one thing that Father can't give up the most is this account!”
"So, I left it on the other side of the bridge and told my comrades to deliver it to me.”
"And this number is the only thing my father left in this world."
He said it was an instruction to Xu Wei.
However, it was more like Liu Guoqiang was pouring out his memories of his father.
The surrounding people instantly became abnormally quiet.
He was afraid that he would interrupt the old man's memories.
After the red silk cloth was completely opened.
At first glance, many places had already turned white.
In particular, there were a few small accounts that were slightly dented in front of everyone.
There was also a red silk cloth the size of a red scarf hanging on the trumpet.
It was covered in holes and dark brown spots.
It was a very familiar smurf.
Liu Guo Qiang turned around in embarrassment.
She wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
"Grandpa!"
Liu Lei quickly held his grandfather's back and rubbed it.
Every time he saw his grandfather take out this smurf.
Even he did not feel good about it.
After all, this was the only memory that his great-grandfather had left for the Liu family.
Under normal circumstances.
This number was his grandfather's most precious treasure.
Even his eldest grandson was not allowed to move without his consent.
Only when the army needed an exhibition.
Grandpa would carefully take it out.
She repeatedly reminded them to take good care of her.
Moreover, his grandfather also said.
This account did not belong to the Liu family alone.
This was also the best memorial to the 22 warriors of Luding Bridge.
"I'm fine!"
"I'm not old enough to need a grandson to support me!”
Liu Guoqiang squeezed his grandson's hand.
He indicated that he was fine.
"Xu Wei, I can give this number to you today.”
"But you have to promise me one thing!”
"Elder Liu, tell me."
"As long as it's within my means, I won't refuse!”
He looked at Liu Guo Qiang's unusually solemn expression.
Xu Wei's answer was also very firm.
Even though Elder Liu only gave a brief introduction.
It was just the history of this account.
But Xu Wei also understood.
This number was of great significance to the entire Liu family and the twenty-two warriors who crossed the river at that time.
Elder Liu allowed him to use this account.
It was already a great respect for Xu Wei.
Respected by the descendants of the brave.
At the same time that Xu Wei was feeling uneasy.
He would never reject any of Elder Liu's requests.
"Good!"
"Then you must promise me."
"You have to play this horn loud and clear on the stage.”
"Restore the glory of the warriors of the past!”
This was also Liu Guo Qiang's only request for the person who used this account.
Be it selfishness or being unreasonable.
He did not want the items left behind by the warriors to be ruined by people who did not understand the market.
"No problem, Elder Liu."
"I promise you."
"I will definitely use the loudest bugle call to charge.”
"To the twenty-two warriors who flew to seize Luding Bridge.”
"To all the revolutionary martyrs who have dedicated their lives to the unification and strength of the motherland!”
"With the highest respect!"
Xu Wei stared into Liu Guo Qiang's eyes.
He solemnly made his promise!
"Xu Wei!"
After hearing the other party's guarantee, he was shocked.
Liu Guo Qiang suddenly roared.
"Here!"
Almost subconsciously.
Xu Wei also roared loudly!
"Please pick up the number!"
"Yes!"
you should be allowed to take the trumpet.
When he solemnly received it with both hands.
He was still a little dazed.
It was as if he was in the middle of a battlefield.
He had been baptized by the revolutionary seniors through the most direct inheritance ceremony!
This kind of trembling that came from the soul.
Xu Wei would never forget it in his life.
At the same time.
Liu Guoqiang, who had just finished handing over his account.
He also looked at Xu Wei with a gratified expression.
He did not expect Xu Wei to perform so well from the beginning to the end.
As for whether Xu Weineng could fulfill his promise.
On the stage, the horn was blown loudly.
He was not worried at all.
A person without confidence.
He did not have a strong heart at all.
After all these rituals.
He dared to take the account from him!
And all of this.
Coincidentally, Xu Wei's drone.
It was recorded completely and transmitted to all the viewers in the live broadcast room in real time!
"Tears! Tears in my eyes."
"One horn, one bridge, twenty-two warriors, write the glory of Luding!”
"Why do I feel the solemnity of wearing a red scarf?"
"Cult Master is definitely a real man. I cried non-stop throughout the entire ceremony!”
"But can Xu Wei really blow this horn at the critical moment? Don't spray me, there are still a few dents on the account."
"Is blowing the horn important? Taking over the banner of our ancestors is the key."
"The Red Song concert hasn't even started yet, but I'm already boiling with blood and swearing to kill the Japanese!”
Just like what the netizens were discussing.
Unknowingly.
The concert had not started yet.
Everyone's blood and passion had been completely stirred up.
Now it seemed that…
As long as Xu Wei didn't perform abnormally.
This red themed concert.
He had already succeeded by more than half…
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