Chapter 803: Sing

However, at this moment Mu Nanshan is more embarrassing than Zhao Jingting.
He remembered that year, the shopkeeper looked up and down his eyes, and the sentence was meaningful: "Yes, this kind of book is interesting only when two people read it together."
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Then, the two awkward men said nothing and went back to their respective hospitals.
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"General Mu, General Zhao asked me to come over and say that the celebration party is about to begin." When Mu Nanshan ran out of lunch and was reading in the study, he watched the guards around Zhao Jingting come and report.
In fact, it has been more than half a month since the Northwest Army captured the Tubo King Division. According to the tradition of the Northwest Army, the celebration of the feast should have been held long before the wounded were cured, so it was delayed. It's mid-June.
"Why? It's going to start so early?" Mu Nanshan put down the book in his hand and looked at the blue sky outside the window with amazement. "Isn't it dark this day?"
"That's what General Zhao and General Xie meant," the guard explained with a smile. "The general commanded him down, saying that he would sing a few big dramas first, and then he would have a banquet after dark. The stage outside was already set up. Then. "
"Singing? Who sings?" Mu Nanshan was interested.
The guard said with a smile: "I don't know the general. There are many brotherhoods in our army singing. At this time, I want to be lively, and no matter how good or bad the singing is, I am trying to be happy. After all, I won such a big victory. Yesterday It came to the ears of General Zhao and General Xie, and the two generals immediately agreed, but no, General Xie has been working outside for a long time. "
"There is such a good thing, I'll take a look at it." Mu Nanshan was so busy that he lost his book and rushed out.
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"Brother Xie!" Mu Nanshan came to the camp, and sure enough, he saw that a big stage had been set up in the middle. Although it was temporarily set up, it looked like a decent figure, and Xie Lun was climbing over the big red lantern.
"Nanshan, you are here," Xie Lun looked at Munan Mountain Road from top to bottom, while pointing to a large red silk flower on the ground, and pointed at Munan Mountain Road, "Nanshan, throw me the red flowers."
"Okay!" Mu Nanshan was so busy picking up the red flower that he lost it, Xie Lun caught the red flower, stuck it on the shelf, and then flew down to the ground, standing firmly. In front of Mu Nanshan.
"Brother Xie, your light work is really good." Mu Nanshan couldn't help but be moved, he could jump from such a high place, but he would never be as light as a bird like Xie Lun, even with little dust. Up.
"It's not like I never taught you." Xie Lun patted his shoulder with a smile.
"It is my poor qualifications that I cannot learn to thank Brother Xie." Mu Nanshan scratched his head and said.
"I don't blame you, you have good qualifications, but it's a pity to miss the best time," Xie Lun looked sad, and turned to the topic again. "Do not talk about this, Nanshan, do you like to listen to the drama?"
"I haven't heard it," said Mu Nanshan with a smile. "Beidi didn't sing anymore. Later, when I arrived in Dali, I didn't have the chance to listen, and it's an eye-opener today."
"Really, there are a few brothers in our army who sing decently. I just listened to them one by one. The southern and northern tunes are all rare." Xie Lun smiled, and said, "I do n’t know if your brother Zhao is happy Don't like to listen to theater. "
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