Chapter 374

Peng man's heart was sour and speechless, but he just smiled obediently, slowly stood up and moved out of the kitchen.

Xu Congrong turned out the exam paper that he had passed 100 this time. He dada ran to the kitchen and showed it to Su Haitang like a treasure. He was praised by Su Haitang. The child was very beautiful. A small face smiled into a flower.

Peng man covered his suddenly sore chest, endured the itch in his throat, and went to the living room to pour a glass of water.

The laughter in the kitchen came to her ears, which made her side more desolate.

Even Xiao Rong likes her, that's her.

"Aunt Haitang, will you be a literary soldier in the future? Can you sing?"

The children who grew up in the army knew a lot, and Xu Congrong asked naturally.

"If you can sing, you have to be an art soldier. When will our army not sing?"

Su Haitang is more interested in talking to Xu Congrong than facing Xu he?

She couldn't tell him the truth that Cheng Yuanzheng didn't sacrifice. If she didn't say it in violation of the principle of confidentiality, she couldn't show evidence.

"How could it be the same!" Xu Congrong looked up solemnly. "I can sing back from shooting, but it's not called singing."

"Why don't you know how to sing? Is it still opera?" Su Haitang deliberately interrupted him.

"It's not like this, it's put in the tape of that tape recorder!" Xu Congrong was a little anxious. He looked like you haven't seen the world.

"There are" return from shooting targets "and" night of military harbor "in the tape." Su Haitang gently stirred the dumplings in the pot with a leaky spoon, took water to scoop some cold water and continued to cook.

"It's not like singing with a group of people. There will be that to make up for the number!"

The boy suddenly remembered an appropriate idiom, flushed with excitement, cast his eyes at his father, and wrote: for praise!

Xu he rolled out the last piece of dumpling skin and gave his son two thumbs. Xu Congrong was happy all at once.

Su Haitang laughed.

"I see. You mean, if you want to be a literary and artistic soldier in the military literary and artistic troupe, you have to sing very well and have real skills. You'd better sing alone, right?"

"Yes! That's what I mean!" Xu Congrong grinned with a small red mouth, his big eyes bent into crescent moon.

Su Haitang smiled and returned to the panel. "Brother Xu, let me pack it."

Xu he was not polite to her and went to watch the stove cook dumplings.

When Xu Congrong saw that she didn't talk to her, he still had something to say.

"Aunt Haitang, will you? Our teacher just taught us a song" tomorrow will be better ", which is very good."

This song is really popular. It's everywhere.

Su Haitang's stomach Fei thought of the song "against the war", which she copied to Yan Zheng. It was a little mischievous expectation.

Plagiarism, who won't.

She is more than Niu Cha of "tomorrow will be better" copied by Su Haiyan and he Yuzhu. Even she doesn't know where this song comes from.

Perhaps the meteorite that fell from the distant future light years has its own magnificent and vast historical memory?

But the ancient culture and ancient martial arts passed on to her mind obviously coincide with Chinese history.

Su Haitang sometimes can't help but guess what the origin of this mysterious stone is.

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 well under her feet, safely and steadily running along its own track, creating a beautiful landscape of rising and falling tides, carrying the joys and sorrows of all creatures and witnessing the changes of years.