pjbooks Chapter 449 Dark History? Psychological Material!
Chapter 449 Dark History? Psychological Material!
Just as the chorus erupted, a wild, uncontrolled wail suddenly broke out from the previously deathly silent formation:
"Mom!! I miss you so much!!"
"Mom—! Why didn't you wait for me to come home and prove myself?!"
He was a burly man who was 1.85 meters tall and could lift a 100-pound sandbag with one hand.
At this moment, he sat on the playground, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears!
His shoulders were shaking violently, and he was crying and shouting with snot and tears streaming down his face.
That shout completely ignited the entire audience.
"Waaah... Mom, I haven't dreamed about you for a year!"
"Dad, I miss you so much!"
"I regret it. Why was I such a jerk before? Mom, I know I was wrong! Please come back and see me..."
For a moment, the sounds of sniffling, soft sobbing, and the regret of beating one's chest and stamping one's feet were intertwined.
These soldiers, who are usually so fierce and energetic on the training field, are now all like children who miss their mothers and fathers.
Who among this group doesn't have a "star" hidden in their heart?
Some men's mothers passed away quietly while they were on guard duty at the frontier.
Some people's closest friends fell into eternal sleep while covering their deaths in battle.
Some people's hometowns were reduced to ruins in last year's floods.
From then on, when I looked up at the sky, every star seemed like the eyes of a loved one.
For many of them, the warmth in their memories has been blurred for a long time.
The only remaining warmth can be found in this song.
That warmth was found, and like a fire, it suddenly surged and burned in my heart.
The thick, unyielding sadness in the air spread rapidly.
Many people were affected by the somber atmosphere, and their eyes gradually reddened.
now.
The second company commander, sitting in the front row, stared blankly.
He looked at his former fearless troublemakers, who were now cowering like quails, hugging their knees, gasping for breath, their sleeves soaked with sweat.
"Why......."
The second company commander sighed heavily.
He knew that not everyone in this group of soldiers was so lucky to hear "The kids are back" when they got home.
This song, "Lupin Flower," is practically a targeted attack, specifically aimed at those who have lost their mothers.
"Second Company Commander, your eyes are as red as a rabbit's. Are you also thinking about your mother?"
The old black instructor suddenly appeared and squatted down next to him, his voice carrying an unmistakable hoarseness.
"Get out of my way!"
The second company commander wiped his old face, forced a smile, and stubbornly said:
"Screw you, I call this crying in the wind."
"Besides, my mother has been gone for sixteen years, where am I supposed to find her?"
After he finished speaking, he subconsciously tilted his head back.
Looking at the brightest star in the sky, I silently murmured a sentence to myself.
Grandma, are you doing well over there?
Yes, it's been sixteen years since you left, and I've missed you for sixteen years too.
Old Hei didn't expose it.
He frowned as he watched the sounds of sniffling echoing across the playground.
"Aren't you going to try to maintain order?"
"If the patrol above sees this, they'll think our whole company suffered some kind of blow tonight."
The second company commander chuckled and pointed at the group of young soldiers who were crying their hearts out:
"Maintain what you call 'sustain'!"
"Let them get excited. Weren't they all calling out for Goddess Bai Zhi just now?"
"Now look what happened, too much joy has turned to sorrow!"
He paused, then added:
"But speaking of which, Lao Hei, you just said there was another song called 'Later' before that?"
"Thank goodness you didn't let those brats hear it, otherwise there would probably be twice as many people crying on the playground right now."
The two exchanged a glance, and upon recalling the image of "three thousand iron men breaking their hearts," they both shuddered and then burst out laughing in unison.
That's the magic of Angelica dahurica.
She can give you a bizarre sense of "survival" after extreme sadness.
"Hey, you said..."
The second company commander rubbed his sore eyes, his tone full of expectation:
"What will Jiang Baizhi sing at the welcome party tomorrow night?"
"If they yell like that again, we new recruits probably won't even be able to hold our guns properly tomorrow."
"Based on Jiang Baizhi's previous singing style..."
Old Hei stroked his stubble-covered chin and slowly analyzed:
"I reckon tomorrow's song will most likely be 'I Love You, China'."
"After all, in the military camp, that song is the most reliable and never goes wrong; it's full of righteous indignation!"
The second company commander nodded and chuckled:
"Singing revolutionary songs is great! Revolutionary songs are inspiring!"
"As long as it's not a heart-wrenching sad song, it's fine."
"Otherwise, if all the big shots from the entire military region are sitting there tomorrow, and Jiang Baizhi starts singing tonight's 'Lupin Flower' or something like 'Later,' what if a whole bunch of people in the audience burst into tears? That scene...tsk tsk, it would be too funny."
Old Hei curled his lip in disdain:
"What's there to be afraid of? Compared to the military region, those so-called petty romances are nothing."
"Even if I want to cry, I'll probably hold it in because of such a grand occasion tomorrow night."
The two were chatting about tomorrow's welcome party.
Suddenly, Old Hei's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something.
The next second, he pulled a phone out of his pocket and snapped a series of photos of the group of young soldiers crying their eyes out on the parade ground.
The second company commander paused for a moment, then skillfully pulled out his phone as well.
"Old Black, you're really the worst at this!"
The second company commander, while searching for the right angle, wore a wicked grin.
"Once those bastards are back to their arrogant 'I'm number one, I'm number two' attitude tomorrow, I'll print out these photos and stick them up above their beds! This will be their dark history!"
"Hehe, this isn't a dark history, it's material for a new recruit mental health survey!"
"You're right, let's shoot more footage like this!"
.......
at the same time.
The Morning Star Welfare Home wasn't as comfortable as the Eastern Military Region.
Under the dim yellow light, the originally lifeless classroom was brought to life by the bright yellow figure on the television.
Several teachers, who had been staring at the screen in amazement, were also stunned by Jiang Baizhi's childlike voice that seemed to conjure up a living person.
"How does Jiang Baizhi even know this? That's amazing!"
"If we could do that too, it would be so much faster to soothe the kids in the future!"
Teacher Zhang lowered her voice, her eyes still brimming with tears.
The singing was still playing.
But as they listened, Teacher Li's expression suddenly changed.
She was initially praising the "Goddess of Angelica" for her talent.
But the moment the line "The stars in the sky don't speak, the children on the ground miss their mothers" floated out, she felt as if something had slapped the back of her head, and her whole body went numb!
"Teacher Zhang... do you think this wording is a bit... inappropriate?"
Teacher Li's voice trembled, and she became uneasy.
Teacher Zhang was still immersed in that ethereal melody and subconsciously replied:
"How beautiful it is! The melody, the childlike innocence—it's truly soul-cleansing..."
"Wash my ass!"
Teacher Li suddenly tugged at her sleeve, her finger trembling as she pointed at the dozens of children sitting in front of the television:
"Look at these kids! Look at this environment!"
"Where are we? This is an orphanage!"
"Who among those sitting here isn't a poor soul, living in a world where 'the stars in the sky don't speak'?"
Teacher Zhang was struck dumb, and froze on the spot.
Yes!
Is this supposed to be a great voice?
This is a targeted bombing of these orphans!
In ordinary families, this song is called warmth and regret.
But at Morning Star Welfare Home, a place full of abandoned and left-behind "fallen angels," the song "Lupin Flower" is an almost automatic tearjerker, with every word hitting the children's sore spots!
Before the teachers could rush over to turn off the TV, the pent-up emotions in the chorus finally erupted!
"Ah—ah—every night I recall my mother's words, my eyes glistening with tears like lupine blossoms!"
That is, at the same time.
"Wow—!! Mom!!"
Xiao Jie, the autistic boy who had been calling out "sister" all along, suddenly went crazy, gripping the edge of the TV tightly with both hands and letting out a heart-wrenching cry!
That shout was like throwing the last match into a powder keg that was already stretched to its limit.
"Waaaaah... Did my mom turn into a star too? Why doesn't she come back to see me?"
"I miss my mom too... I want to eat the candy she gave me, even just one piece!"
"I want my mommy! I want my mommy!!!!"
In an instant, the entire classroom was filled with the sound of weeping.
At that moment, dozens of disabled children collectively burst into tears.
Some children cried while looking out at the starry sky, while others hugged each other and shouted for their mothers.
The teachers didn't care about the songs anymore at that moment.
"This isn't a nursery rhyme...this is a crying bell!"
While wiping away her tears, Teacher Zhang hurriedly picked up a little girl who was crying so hard she was almost breathless:
"I was just trying to play some music for the kids to cheer them up, but they all started crying! I should have changed the channel!"
Faced with a group of children suddenly bursting into tears, the teachers could only frantically pick them up and comfort them.
I tried to coax him for a long time, but I couldn't soothe him.
Just then, one of the teachers realized what was happening!
"Old Zhang! Quick... quick, turn off the TV!"
Correct!
television!
If you just turn off the TV and stop playing music, these children might gradually stop crying!
"I'll turn it off right away!"
Teacher Zhang rushed over, stumbling and scrambling, and frantically pressed the TV switch.
"Sizzle—"
The screen went black, and Jiang Baizhi's bright yellow figure disappeared.
The music stopped playing.
But the teachers never expected that this hurdle would have even more serious consequences!
The light in the children's eyes suddenly went out, as if they had just touched a little ember in the cold winter, only to have a bucket of ice water poured over their heads.
"Wow--!!!"
The crying instantly rose eight octaves!
The child, who was already sobbing, suddenly started crying even harder.
"I want to see my sister! My sister said Mom is watching over me from heaven!"
"I want to see flowers! I want to see moving flowers!"
The teachers were completely at their wits' end; they simply couldn't control dozens of children who were out of control.
Helpless, they could only call on others for help.
"Teacher Zhang! Go quickly and call security!"
"And we need to get the dean! Help! I can't comfort everyone!"
A short while later.
Several security guards in old uniforms and the dean also rushed in.
Upon entering the room, the group was stunned to see a room full of children crying their eyes out.
"What...what's wrong? Why are you all crying so hard?"
The dean asked, his voice trembling.
Teacher Zhang pointed to the blacked-out television screen and choked up as she said:
"Dean, it's Jiang Baizhi..."
"She was singing 'Thinking of Mother's Words Every Night' over there, and all the kids...all the kids burst into tears!"
outside the window.
The wind was strong in Chuan City on an autumn night.
Through the drafty glass window of the welfare home.
In the distant sky, countless stars suddenly twinkled.
It was as if their loved ones in heaven, hearing these cries, lowered their heads and gazed tenderly at the children.
The faint starlight shone on the earth, seemingly comforting the crying child.