Before Bai Xue had time to process Su Junlin's words, the commanding officer lifted his head, "Yes, yes, listening to the songs of our surrounding artists and soldiers, my heart is boiling with passion! Comrade Bai Xue, use your skills, use your voice, give all of us a performance!"
Bai Xue could only stand up, cleared her throat, "Then, I will sing 'The East is Red' for everyone."
"Very good!"
"The East is Red!"
The seated generals started to clap in unison.
Feng Qingxue found all of this amusing in silence. In a soldier-hosted gala, everyone was singing, whether from the Art Troupe or the border soldiers, why was Bai Xue putting on a pained and aggrieved expression as if she was a stage actor?
But singing, singing for the border soldiers was an honorable task.
As long as one is of sound character and dedicated to art, they are artists and deserve the respect of everyone.
