Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

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

Xu Congrong pulled out the one hundred test papers this time, ran to the kitchen and showed Su Haitang like a treasure. He was praised by Su Haitang. The child was so beautiful that his small face was smiling like a flower.

Peng Man clutched his chest that was suddenly painful, endured the itching in his throat, and went to the living room to pour a glass of water gently.

The laughter from the kitchen came in her ears, which made her even more desolate.

Even Xiaorong likes her, so 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 a literary soldier. When will our troops not sing?"

Su Haitang is very interested in talking with Xu Congrong, better than facing Xu He, right?

She couldn't tell him the truth that Cheng Yuanzheng didn't sacrifice, and she couldn't show evidence even if she violated the principle of confidentiality.

"How can it be the same!" Xu Congrong raised his small face solemnly. "I can also sing "The Return of Targeting," but it's not that I can sing."

"Why isn't it called being able to sing? Is it still singing?" Su Haitang deliberately interrupted him.

"It's not like that, it's the kind of tape on the tape recorder!" Xu Congrong was a little anxious, looking like you have never seen the world.

"There is "Return of Targeting" on the tape, and "Night of the Military Port". Su Haitang gently stirred the dumplings in the pot with a colander, and then took some cold water to continue cooking.

"That's fine, anyway, you don't sing with a bunch of people, there will be that, just make it up!"

The boy suddenly remembered an appropriate idiom, flushed with excitement, and cast his daddy's eyes brightly, saying: please praise!

After Xu He rolled the last dumpling wrapper, he showed his son two thumbs up, and Xu Congrong burst into laughter.

Su Haitang laughed.

"I see, you mean, if you want to be a literary soldier in the art troupe of the army, you have to sing very well, have real skills, and you'd better be able to sing solo, right?"

"Yes! That's what I meant!" Xu Congrong grinned with a small red mouth, his big eyes bent into crescents with a smile.

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

Xu He was not polite with her and went to watch the stove cooking dumplings.

When Xu Congrong saw that she was silent anymore, he still had some thoughts.

"Aunt Haitang, will you know? Our teacher just taught us a song "Tomorrow Will Be Better", which sounds very nice."

This song is really hot, it can be found everywhere.

Su Haitang sneered, thinking of the song "Reverse War" that she copied to Yan Zheng and the others, it was a little mischievous.

Plagiarism and plagiarism, who can't.

She is comparable to the "Tomorrow Will Be Better" copied by Su Haiyan and He Yuzhu, and she doesn't even know where this song came from.

Perhaps it is the meteorite that has fallen light-years in the distant future, with its own majestic and vast historical memory?

But those ancient cultures and ancient martial arts that were passed down to her mind, obviously overlapped with the history of China.

Sometimes Su Haitang 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?

However, the earth is clearly under her feet, safely orbiting along its own orbit, creating a beautiful scenery of rising and falling tides and tides, carrying the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of life and all things, and witnessing the changes of the years.