Everyone watching the video is so excited at this moment, not to mention the people at the scene.

Next to him, Alexei and his co-workers looked at Gu Xiaobai and Omarov who were singing with red eyes.

In fact, most people of their age have never seen that era.

Or maybe that era only exists in memory.

From the time they can remember, everything is in the past that cannot be changed.

They have heard the stories of those years countless times and the glory of those years.

But that is in the past after all.

Until this moment, the past time seemed to be brought back by this song.

Omarov couldn't help but slap the table.

"Pap-pap-pap" sounded three times, and the dishes seemed to be clattering along with it.

His voice was trembling, and he was so excited that he was already out of tune:

“Покаяходитьумею,

As long as I can still walk..."

Gu Xiaobai stopped and listened to old man Omalov's singing.

The old man closed his eyes and held his head high, with tears running down the corners of his eyes and flowing through his old wrinkled skin.

His voice was trembling so much that he could barely maintain his pitch, but it was so touching.

Others couldn't help but join in.

They slapped the table in front of them, like beating a military drum, and sang loudly along with old man Omalov:

“Покаглядетьяумею,

As long as I can still see

Покаядышатьумею,

As long as I can still breathe,

Ябудуидтивперёд.

I will continue to move forward.”

Present were four people from Gu Xiaobai's team, Alexey's co-workers, and old man Omalov.

There were even two neighbors standing in front of the old man's Tongzilou home.

More than ten voices gathered together, filling the entire space.

Not everyone can sing so well. Some of the more than ten people are tone deaf, some have dry voices, and some are always half a beat too slow.

But when these sounds come together, it's like they have magic.

Perhaps we have stalled or taken a detour.

But nothing in this world remains unchanged forever.

As long as we hold our dreams in mind, one day we will regain our former glory.

Gu Xiaobai closed his eyes and joined in.

His voice is still low, but it is very penetrating and commanding.

The unique way of resonance is like a steel beam penetrating into the singing, causing the overtones of the song to surge desperately.

Like the unwilling struggle in the heart, like the undercurrent under the stagnant water.

His voice was obviously so deep, but it seemed like there was a bright metal band running through it. The sound shook the tables and chairs, the house, the camera that was being filmed, the images that were captured, and people's hearts.

of this world.

In front of the screen, countless people sang loudly together:

“Иснег,иветер,

Look, the wind and snow are vast,

Извёздночнойполёт

Meteor flying in night sky

Менямоёсердце

My heart calls to me

Втревожнуюдальзовёт.

Run towards the turbulent distance."

Gu Xiaobai looked at the old man Omarov opposite, who had tears in his eyes.

“Ненадобнонампокою,

We never need peace,

Судьбоюсчастливтакою.

Such a fate is wonderful.

Тыпламяберёшьрукою,

You hold the fire in your hands

Дыханьемломаешьлёд.

Melt the ice with your breath.”

In this world, some people don't need peace, tranquility, or an unchanging life. They would rather fight hard in adversity, no matter how powerful the enemy is, or even if they may die on the way to struggle.

Just like the two young men who went to the front line a hundred years ago.

“Иснег,иветер,

Look, the wind and snow are vast,

Извёздночнойполёт

Meteor flying in night sky

Менямоёсердце

My heart calls to me

Втревожнуюдальзовёт.

Running towards the turbulent distance..."

Look at that, the wind and snow ahead, my restless heart...

Have you ever died in all these years?

Or are you still beating stubbornly when I ignore you?

And that heart that is also beating, please continue.

Although we have failed, we are not dead yet.

As long as we have a breath left, we will continue to move forward.

Because we have made an appointment to run towards the turbulent distance together.

After singing this part, old man Omarov turned his left hand on the table and reached out to hold Gu Xiaobai's hand.

His old, veined hand, which was as old as a dead tree, held Gu Xiaobai's young and slender fingers, and then he put his other hand on it and rubbed it gently.

It was as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world, and his eyes were full of love.

His singing became softer, lighter and more delicate.

“Итакже,каквжизникаждый,

Just like everyone,

Любовьтывстретишьоднажды.

You will also meet a girl.

Стобою,какты,отважно

Brave and fearless, like you

Сквозьбурионапойдёт.

Accompany you through the wind and waves."

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai couldn't help but think of that girl.

Brave and fearless, like him.

I once said that I would accompany him through the wind and waves.
To be continued...