Chapter 59 59. Male Venus

Heck, heck, heck, there was a sound of crutches falling to the ground. Dozens of wounded were walking on the street together, all with one leg and crutches, forming a pace and a rhythm. It was about to cross the road sideways, and the crutches fell on the asphalt road, making a loud noise, and a long row of crutches moved slowly towards the road with a sound of each step. All kinds of vehicles on the road stopped, waiting for the crutch team to pass, which was better than encountering a red light. In Chuncheng, the wounded did not need a ticket to take the bus, enter the park, or watch a movie.In the dark theater, as soon as the crutch sounded, the waiter flashed a flashlight to find a seat for the wounded.

The wounded person himself made an analogy. It’s like crossing a single-plank bridge. If you help him, even if you fall into the river, he will jump to save you, and he would rather die with you; If you pass him, he would rather fall into the river with you and die together. On New Year's Eve, Ma Honglin and the others went to buy firecrackers, and their hands on crutches were sore from the cold. They asked in front of a store, "Do you sell gloves?" This is a food store. Where did the gloves come from? The middle-aged people in the store chased them out, and they must wear their own gloves.

They bought more than 40 yuan of firecrackers at once, and they were supposed to take a car when they came back, but they all walked back with crutches, returned the gloves to the middle-aged man, and wanted to give him a lot of firecrackers.At this moment, they are beautiful in language and beautiful in behavior. They are male Viennese beauty gods. The wounded Zhou Wenxin and the six of them have some musical talents.The wounded performance team was on TV and on the radio, and there were so many units that invited them to perform, it was difficult to rank them up. They stood on the stage again, which was enough to surprise people. The old people said repeatedly: "It's a pity, such a good young man, it's a pity that he lacks a leg."

As soon as their performance is over, they will be lifted up, and all eyes will be fixed on the invited beauty. Lodda lodda loda. The cane team has a clear rhythm and plays a triumphant tune. Lodda lodda loda. This time there were five people, four with broken legs, Ma Honglin led the way, and the sound of crutches was a quintet, heading straight to the performance hall. The long-awaited "Voice of the Pacific" was performed here, and the tickets were very tight, and they couldn't get 15 yuan on the black market. They got a few tickets, but it wasn't enough, so they could only move around on crutches, hoping that there would be refunds, no matter how much they got, I was determined, even one hundred yuan.

A man in a suit came: "Look?" "Not enough tickets!" The man in the suit turned his head and left. When he returned after a while, he had a lot of tickets in his hand, all of which were from the rostrum, and he tore five of them in one go. "It must be paid." "No, I'm the head of 'Voice of the Pacific'." Lodda lodda loda. The Crutches Quintet entered the performance hall.People's eyes are watching them, they are not afraid to look at them now, they hold their heads up high, their eyes are level, and their demeanor is calm, like an athlete entering the field, deliberately dropping his crutches heavily.

The bottom of this long wooden crutch is usually nailed with a piece of leather, so that the crutch is not easy to slip and the sound of falling is very small.Now these people had already taken off the leather under the crutches and threw them away. The crutches landed loudly and forcefully, and the lingering sound continued. The entire performance hall became silent, only the sound of their crutches falling to the ground. In the circular performance hall, all the audience can look at the rostrum. They walk up to the rostrum one step at a time. They can't fall down here, under the eyes of everyone.The staff rushed over, were polite, supported them, or rather supported them, and brought them to the seat.

The performance is awesome, if you really survived a catastrophe, you must have great blessings, and being able to watch a performance like this is also considered a great blessing. "Let's order a song!" "Don't be ashamed!" "Come on, just click "Blood-Stained Grace". This song has the most effect on the common people. Once we sing it, we will grow taller!" A cigarette case was opened, and the song on demand was written on the back, and the inscription was "Disabled Soldiers on the Frontline of Laoshan". The cigarette box was handed up by the teahouse.

The announcer came onto the stage holding the cigarette pack paper, read out their wish, and then said in a high voice: "This song is dedicated to the soldiers on the front line of Laoshan!" The audience applauded thunderously. The headlight turned around and shone on the five wounded at the same time. At some point, the discipline buttons on their military uniforms were all buttoned up, their hats were so straight, and even their crutches were aligned in one direction, as if they were arranged in an orderly manner. Under the light, the five wounded had ruddy complexions, dignified expressions, and bright and energetic eyes.

No one gave a password, and the five wounded stood up in unison. At the same time, they raised their right hands and stopped squarely under the brim of the hat, ah!Standard military salute! All the audience saw it, saw the crutches, saw the severed limbs, saw the young and resolute face, and saw the sacred military salute.At this moment, the overall impression forever left on the viewer is that of five sacred male Venus statues. Another time, another occasion.The wounded went downstairs with crutches, and the sound of the crutches was so slow and soft that the people around couldn't hear it.They came to visit Rong Guanxiu, the mother of his son Bing, who was in the hospital.The old man was ninety years old, and when she saw the wounded and the broken legs, she called out "Children!" and began to cry.

The wounded shouted forward with tears in their eyes: "Mom!" He dedicated the meritorious service medal on his chest to the mother of Zidi Bing. The old man said: "Hello, okay, you beat the devils far away!"