You're about to retire from the entertainment industry, yet your concerts are still so popular?

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"This! Ye Chen is going to incorporate red elements into the musical?!" Li Shuyuan exclaimed in disbelief.

Professor Zhang hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and patted Zhang Yiming's shoulder: "This... should refer to the martyr Xiao Siyuan, right?"

Zhang Yiming pondered, "Xiao Yuan, Henan accent, border, secrecy... it must be that martyr."

"Hey! Jin Haiji, not only are you in the same company as Ye Chen, but you're also going to take over Ye Chen's position in the future. Tell us about it!"

Zhang Yiming suddenly turned his head and shifted the topic to Jin Haiji.

"Replacing Teacher Ye Chen? Yiming, don't tease me." Jin Haiji shook his head. "I just came here after a concert, so I don't know the specifics."

"If that kid knew, I would have made him throw up long ago," Teng Ge'er joked with a laugh. "I sang for Haiji at his concert for two days..."

"Haiji isn't as experienced as Ye Chen. It was his first time organizing a concert, and he couldn't remember many of the procedures. How could he have time to pay attention to other things in his company?"

"Besides, Ye Chen changed the song at the last minute, so I'm afraid not many people know these details."

With Teng Ge'er as a witness, Kim Hae-gil's pressure was greatly reduced.

"Don't you think it's interesting that Ye Chen posed the question, 'Do young people today still have the courage to risk their lives?'"

Zhang Rui brought up the topic, leading into the area of ​​controversy, which is one of his strengths.

"Is this even a question? In today's society governed by the rule of law, we need guts? Hahaha..." Wu Yifan sat up straight and laughed loudly. "Whatever the problem, my legal team will handle it harmlessly."

Zhang Rui was very pleased with what he said.

For him, these are all materials for future writing.

At this moment, Ye Chen, besides resting and drinking water to soothe his voice, was most looking forward to seeing his fans showering him with praise! After all, a gentleman doesn't hold grudges overnight!

……

At this moment, on the stage screen...

Screen switch.

Grandma's room.

She opened an old wooden box, took out a neatly folded red cotton-padded jacket, and stroked it repeatedly with her hands.

She put the red cotton-padded jacket and a bag of sponge cake into separate bags.

A gentle breeze rustled the diary beside the wooden box outside the window, and a voice-over simultaneously began:

We are the boundary markers of our motherland; every inch of land beneath our feet is part of our motherland's territory.

The screen flashed.

Grandma, carrying a bag alone, secretly boarded a long-distance bus behind her children's backs.

Ticket window at the bus station.

Where are you going?

Grandma rummaged through her pockets, and finally pulled out a piece of sponge cake: "To Hongqiao... I have no money?"

The ticket seller looked at the old man's wrinkled face and rough hands.

I checked the system interface again: Family members of martyrs!

Seeing the sponge cake being placed through the window, the ticket seller quickly and softly declined, "No, no, thank you."

As she spoke, she held up her phone to pay the fare, and said with a smile, "Let me pay for you. Here, this is your ticket, take it."

"Thank you, thank you," Grandma said repeatedly from the window, her face beaming with joy.

……

On a rideshare.

The driver glanced at the elderly woman carrying a cloth bag in the rearview mirror and asked, "Grandma, who are you visiting?"

Grandma smiled and said, "Look at my granddaughter-in-law. My grandson... he's busy and can't come back, so I'm checking on him for him."

The driver fell silent.

Upon arriving at his destination, he pressed the meter.

Driver: "Ma'am, you can go now, it's free."

"This won't do..." Grandma said, stuffing a few pieces of sponge cake into the driver's hands.

The driver smiled and waved, "I'm going that way anyway, and I was just coming this way. Take care."

……

The screen flashed again.

Taoyuan Village, Hongqiao Town.

Night falls in front of a courtyard.

The brightly lit, freshly painted gate of the Red Courtyard was knocked on.

"Who is it? So late at night..." The woman of the house opened the door latch with a slightly tired voice.

The door opened, revealing Grandma's serious face, her eyes moist: "This must be Xiaonan's house."

"Yes," the hostess replied.

"Here, a snack." Grandma handed over a slightly crumbly sponge cake.

The woman took the bag of sponge cakes and asked hesitantly, "You... are you?"

……

The scene shifts again.

"Knock knock knock!" The knocking sound came again.

"I'm not hungry," Xiao Nan said listlessly from inside the room.

Grandma frowned, her face showing worry.

"Grandma Xiaoyuan has come to see you," Xiaonan's father said softly at the door.

When the door opened, the first thing Grandma saw was that Xiaonan's eyes and nose were red from crying.

"Zhenjun." Grandma said with a serious expression and concern, "Grandma wants to talk to you for a bit."

In the alley outside the house.

"Grandma made you a cotton-padded jacket."

Grandma laboriously pulled a red cotton-padded jacket from the bag and gently placed it in Xiaonan's arms: "Keep it as a memento."

Xiao Nan hugged her cotton-padded coat, tears streaming down her face.

"Siyuan is a celebrity, don't tell anyone you two were together. You have a long life ahead of you, find a good family in the future." Grandma spoke slowly, as if she were instructing Xiaonan, or as if she were speaking on behalf of Xiaoyuan to Xiaonan.

After saying that, Grandma walked away with heavy steps.

Xiao Nan stood there, watching her grandmother leave.

Suddenly, Grandma stopped, turned around, and pulled the cotton-padded coat back: "I won't give it to you anymore. It's too big. You're too thin, and it'll be too heavy and uncomfortable for you."

After saying that, Grandma hugged her cotton-padded coat and slowly walked into the darkness.

……

See here.

The entire audience was moved to tears.

Seeing Xiaonan's red, swollen eyes, my heart ached so much! I've dedicated my life to the country, but I can no longer give it to you. I'd rather die than give up my life for you!

"It really is martyr Xiao Siyuan! Grandma knew all along! I can't hold back my tears, it's so heartbreaking! Those Indians deserve to die! Waaah..."

"Grandma was worried that Xiaonan would feel burdened and unable to cope, so she took the cotton-padded coat back, not leaving it for Xiaonan as a souvenir. I was so moved that tears streamed down my face!"

"I'm so upset! That little cake is from Henan; it's usually used when commemorating the deceased. Ye Chen's film really got to me!"

"Martyrs in times of peace only prove that there is no such thing as a truly peaceful life! Heroes live on forever, and we should strive to emulate them!"

"..."

Meanwhile, in short musicals.

The news narration, presented in a Broll format, reads: "These heroic border guards left their youth, blood, and even lives on the Karakoram Plateau, erecting a majestic boundary marker..."

At the same time, the background of the grandmother's departure changes to a public vehicle.

The narration is a live news report on a passenger's phone: "[The Central Military Commission awards Qi Fabao the honorary title of Heroic Regiment Commander for Defending the Border.]"

Chen Hongjun was posthumously awarded the honorary title of Hero Who Defends the Country and Guards the Border.

Martyrs Chen Xiangrong, Xiao Siyuan, and Wang Zhuoran were posthumously awarded the First-Class Merit Citation...

Hearing this, Grandma, sitting next to me, could no longer suppress her grief. Tears streamed down her face like a flood, and her mouth remained open, but she was too overwhelmed with sorrow to utter a single sound.

See here.

Li Shuyuan's handkerchief was almost soaked with tears: "Watching Ye Chen's works is too tear-inducing."

But no sooner had she finished speaking than Ye Chen and his singing reappeared!