Chapter 1115 Qingyun Joins the Army 6

Feng Qingxue counted the days to return, and had to report for leave and go back to work without any time to rest.

Fubao clung to his mother, following her everywhere.

As for Xibao, she was not happy to stay in the hospital. She dragged Feng Qingyun around every day, introducing the military camp, family compound, ranch, horse farm and other places in childish words, acting like a local boss.

Feng Qingxue was worried about her younger sister when she first came to the army, fearing that she would get lost and be bullied, so she entrusted them to Bai Xue.

Bai Xue had nothing to do, and she liked Xibao very much, so of course she agreed to act as a temporary tour guide. When playing on the grassland, she also taught Feng Qingyun to sing, and found that Feng Qingyun's voice was indeed as Yang Fengying expected, a natural singing voice.

Bai Xue had a good voice, otherwise she would not have become a soloist in the art troupe.

However, Feng Qingyun's qualifications were better than hers, and she was born to be a soprano.

Feng Qingyun liked singing very much, and her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"No one in our brigade can sing, and no one teaches us. The folk songs used to be banned. I only learned some simple songs from my sister, but I didn't dare to sing them." Feng Qingyun felt that this trip was really worth it. She especially liked the feeling of singing loudly on the grassland. After singing the song "Ode to the Motherland" that she had just learned, Xibao clapped her hands desperately.

"Good, good, good!" Xibao, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass, clapped her hands until they were red.

Bai Xue, who was sitting next to Xibao in the same posture, smiled and said, "Xibao, your aunt sings very well, right?"

"Yes! I can sing too!" Xibao rolled his eyes, turned over and got up, held his chest high, coughed twice like an adult, and cleared his throat, "The sun sets in the west and the red clouds fly, the soldiers return to the camp after shooting, return to the camp..."

He has a good memory, and the songs in the army are catchy. Everyone likes to tease him and teaches him a lot.

This song is the one he hears the most.

Feng Qingxue sang it, and Lu Jiang hummed it every day when he was at home. After humming it many times, Fubao would sing a few lines.

Several soldiers who were herding cattle and sheep heard the singing and gradually approached. When he finished singing, they clapped their hands and said, "Xibao is so amazing. Xibao sings so beautifully. One more song, one more song."

Xibao was born to be a show-off. The more people there were, the more excited he was. He was not afraid of the stage.

But he did not follow everyone's advice to sing a song. Instead, he pulled Feng Qingyun over and said to everyone, "My aunt, my aunt sings beautifully! If you don't believe it, just listen."

Facing someone he didn't know, Feng Qingyun was a little embarrassed and lowered his head and said, "Xibao, it was you who sang, not me."

"No, aunt sang!" Xibao twisted and turned.

Several soldiers heard this and pushed one of them out and said with a smile: "Xibao called you aunt? Sister Qingxue's sister? Little sister, sing, we just heard it from afar, it's really beautiful."

Bai Xue also said: "Xiaoyun, go ahead, who is afraid of who, we are not afraid because we can sing!"

People who like singing all like the feeling of being the center of attention. Feng Qingyun mustered up his courage and sang a song he had recently learned from Feng Qingxue, called "Praise of Red Plum".

Qiao Desheng passed by while inspecting the cavalry camp and happened to hear it.

"The art troupe is practicing singing on the grassland? Why haven't I heard Fang Ning say that?" The art troupe has a special singing and dancing studio.

A soldier who followed him ran over to inquire and ran back breathlessly, "It's not the art troupe, it's the army chief's sister-in-law, singing with Xibao, and it's really beautiful."