Chapter 133： Brother Sanyu (1/2)
Noon.
The Baizui Beach had some drizzle, which dispersed the hot summer heat.
On the bus rented by Yunhua Hospital, the banner of ”Health Inspection” hung on the body of the vehicle, and the mud ideas spattered by the wheels were naturally unpleasant.
Alas.
The three old men, holding a big gong, knocked hard.
Then, the melodious piano sounds popped up, a group of old ladies in colorful dance clothes waving their fans and singing while jumping: one get (Lige) Red Army (Jiezhi) down the mountain, autumn wind (Lige) The drizzle (Jiezhi) was lingering, the wild deer on the mountain (Lige) wailed ...
The procedure of the sanitarium's literary and artistic programs has changed little. Every festival and welcome time, there are similar song and dance performances, but there are slightly more people participating today.
Even the old Red Army, who didn't go out very much, came to the atrium in a wheelchair, comfortably basking in the sun and showing a smile of nostalgia.
With the sound of the piano, more people sing and:
Thousands of troops and horses (Jiezhi one) stood by the riverside, and one hundred thousand people were in tears. The kindness could not forget the Red Army. The revolutionary success (Jiezhi one) returned home early ...
The vague old Red Army spoke for several years, and the voice followed the chorus clearly:
Return home early ...
Return home early ...
As soon as the song was sung, there was a solo erhu creak, and before it rang, it was covered by the fierce guitar sound.
”Liu's surname, do you find fault again?” The erhu old man burst into character, shouting, and the whole person was shaking.
The old man who played the guitar was dressed in leather and leather pants, and he laughed twice: ”Why, you play erhu, I play the guitar, which one do you like to listen to, which democracy do you understand?”
”The erhu is pulled.”
”You pull. I have paper, do you want it?”
”Sweet, you laugh sweetly ... as if flowers bloom in the spring breeze ... in the spring breeze ...”
Several old ladies, dressed in cheongsams, couldn't wait to sing, pushing both the erhu and the guitar away.
The dean of the nursing home, who was still talking to the people at Yunhua Hospital, patted his thigh, and said angrily, ”Yes, we have to start fighting again, everyone, I'm sorry, I'll persuade you so that no one will faint.”
The dean ran quickly, while instructing the staff to remove the obstructed objects, while persuading the performance team who had not arrived on stage to return.
The cadres and doctors of Yunhua Hospital under the bus kept smiling and continued waving their arms, thanking them all around.
Until the sound of the erhu continued to sound, all the people took the bus in turn and slowly left under the arrangement of the nursing home.
In the sanitarium, the song and dance dramas are still performed, and the masses sending off are performing enthusiastically. Except for the smaller movement range, smaller movements, and more gorgeous clothes, it is like a New Year's Day performance in the school.
Everyone is happy and entertained.
Ling Ran, holding a box of gifts, sat in the back row, taking advantage of this time, finishing one by one.
Dr. Zhou and his resident helped, and made a record for Ling Ran.
”One ginseng ...”
”A bottle of cod liver oil ...”
”One ginseng ...”
”A bottle of grape seed oil ...”
”One ginseng ...”