Unexpectedly, Mu Nanshan was more embarrassed than Zhao Jingting at this moment.
He recalled that year, the store owner looked him up and down, and said meaningfully: "That's right, this kind of book is only interesting when two people read it together."
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Then, without saying anything more, the two embarrassed men went back to their respective hospitals.
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"General Mu, General Zhao asked me to invite you over. The celebration banquet is about to begin." After having lunch, Mu Nanshan was reading in the study when he saw the guards around Zhao Jingting coming to report.
In fact, it has been more than half a month since the Northwest Army captured the Tubo capital. It is said that the celebration banquet should have been held long ago. However, according to the tradition of the Northwest Army, the celebration banquet will not be held until all the wounded have recovered, so it was postponed. It's mid-June.
"What? You have to start so early?" Mu Nanshan put down the book in his hand and looked at the blue sky outside the window in surprise, "Isn't it not dark yet?"
"It's the intention of General Zhao and General Xie," the guard explained with a smile. "The general gave orders and said that he would sing a few big plays to make it lively, and then have a celebration banquet after dark. The stage outside has been set up. Woolen cloth."
"Singing opera? Who is singing?" Mu Nanshan became interested.
The guard said with a smile: "General, you don't know. There are many brothers in our army who can sing operas. At this time, they all want to be lively, regardless of whether their singing skills are good or bad, just for fun. After all, we won such a great victory yesterday. The news reached the ears of General Zhao and General Xie, and the two generals immediately agreed. No, General Xie has been busy outside for a long time. "
"There is such a good thing, I will go and take a look." Mu Nanshan was so busy that he lost his book and ran out quickly.
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"Thank you, brother!" Mu Nanshan arrived at the camp and saw that a large stage had been set up in the middle. Although it was temporary, it still looked decent, and Xie Lun was climbing on it to hang a red lantern.
"Nanshan, you are here," Xie Lun looked at Mu Nanshan from above, pointed to a large red silk flower on the ground, and said to Mu Nanshan, "Nanshan, throw the red flower to me."
"Okay!" Mu Nanshan was so busy that he picked up the red flower and threw it with all his strength. Xie Lun caught the red flower and stuck it on the shelf. Then he flew down to the ground and stood firmly. In front of Mu Nanshan.
"Brother Xie, your Qinggong is so good." Mu Nanshan couldn't help but sigh. He could naturally jump from such a high place, but he would never be as light as Xie Lun, and even the dust was barely stirred. rise.
"It's not like I haven't taught you anything." Xie Lun smiled and patted his shoulder.
"It's because I'm not qualified enough to learn from Brother Xie's good skills." Mu Nanshan scratched his head and said.
"I don't blame you. You have good qualifications. It's just a pity that you missed the best time." Xie Lun looked regretful and changed the topic again, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Nanshan, do you like listening to the opera?"
"I really have never heard of it," Mu Nanshan said with a smile, "There is no popular opera in Beidi, and then I didn't have the chance to listen to it in Dali. Today is an eye-opener."
"It's true, there are a few brothers in our army who can sing decently. I just listened to them one by one. They have both southern and northern tunes. It's really rare." Xie Lun said with a smile, while adding, "I didn't know that your brother Zhao likes Don’t like to listen to drama.”