Chapter 381 The Art Troupe Returns

Lin Anan stayed at home for the next few days, and the people in the Intelligence Analysis Department did not assign any work to her.

Someone from the military farm came over, intending to make friends with her, and brought some information. "Comrade Xiaolin, these materials are very valuable. I heard from Captain Chu that you were interested, so I sent them to you for reference."

"Thank you, Aunt Liang."

"No thanks, no thanks. There will definitely be other countries coming to discuss grain seed sales next year. The more you know, the easier it will be for you to respond."

“Hahaha~”

…

Lin Zihuai and the members of the art troupe returned the day before New Year's Day.

The charity performance for disaster relief in Henan Province ended perfectly.

The Northwestern Theater Army Avant-garde Art Troupe has become famous!

"Mom, sister, I'm back!" After Lin Zihuai returned to the art troupe and completed the handover, he came to find Lin Anan as soon as possible.

"You don't know, our charity performance was such a sensation! When we left, the villagers ran after our car holding oil lamps and insisted on stuffing fried peanuts into our pockets..."

After not seeing each other for such a long time, Lin Zihuai has lost a lot of weight. His originally round chin has become sharper, and he looks more energetic.

Lin Anan's throat tightened, and she reached out and pulled him to the charcoal brazier. The flames licked the back of Lin Zihuai's frozen red hands.

I gently brushed off the remaining snow on his shoulders and felt his thin military uniform. My nose suddenly felt sore: "Why didn't you buy a cotton coat?"

"I'm not cold." Lin Zihuai looked around and didn't see Lin's mother. "Is mom back?"

"Well, there's a lot going on at home, so Mom's going back first."

"I was thinking... that I'd made a third-class contribution this time, which would make Mom happy."

Lin Anan stuffed the warm roasted sweet potato into his hand and said, "Don't worry, call home when you have time."

Lin Zihuai was really hungry. He took a bite of the sweet potato and the sweet fragrance mixed with warmth spread out, making him feel extremely happy.

He was away for only a few months. Henan Province was in the reconstruction stage, the food and accommodation were not good, and he did not bring enough winter clothes. He suffered a lot.

The two little guys also came over after hearing the sound. Chu Mingyu hugged Lin Zihuai and said, "Brother Zihuai, you are finally back!"

Lin Zihuai reached out and rubbed his head, "Brother, I went to make a contribution to the organization. Isn't that awesome?"

"sharp!"

As the snowy night deepened, sparks would occasionally appear from the fire in the charcoal basin.

Lin Anan and others listened to Lin Zihuai's story.

During the charity performance, we set up a stage on the dirt slope, wrote songs under the oil lamp, and performed in different cities...

Lin Zihuai chewed on a sweet potato, his cheeks puffed up like small bags, "You didn't see it, the first stop was in Luming County, Henan Province, we set up a stage in the threshing ground, and just as we pulled up the curtain, a strong wind blew, and the bamboo poles almost pierced the sky!

Wang Lecheng from the troupe stood in the wind for half an hour holding the flagpole, his lips turned purple from the cold, and he still shouted, "The performance cannot stop!"

Lin Anan added a piece of coal into the charcoal basin, and the flames leaped up, making the corners of Lin Zihuai's eyes turn red.

Lin Zihuai rubbed his frozen fingers, smiling, "There was an old man with a limp who walked three miles every day with a cane to watch the performance. After the last show, he tremblingly stuffed a handful of dried wild chrysanthemums into my hand and said, 'Listening to you singing, I forgot I was hungry'..."

There are many trivial stories and even more small characters in the stories, which piece together to form a silhouette of life.

Lin Zihuai suddenly remembered something and took out a half-worn notebook from his arms, "Here are a few new songs I wrote in Henan Province. Sister, can you help me take a look?"

Lin Anan nodded lightly, took the notebook and read it carefully.

Chu Mingzhou was busy with the group today. When he came back, Lin Zihuai had been sitting for a long time and was starting to feel hungry.

"Brother-in-law."

"Well, sit down. I'll go make some noodles."

Chu Mingzhou took off his military coat and hung it behind the door, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

There was still half a head of cabbage left on the chopping board. He picked up the kitchen knife and chopped it up neatly. He then took out two eggs and cracked them on the edge of the bowl. The golden egg liquid wrapped in chopped green onions fell into the boiling noodle soup, and the aroma immediately filled the kitchen.

Lin Zihuai glanced towards the kitchen and smiled, "I've been eating cold steamed bread every day in Henan Province. I've been dreaming of having this bowl of hot noodles!"

Lin Anan hummed softly, and the pen in her hand rose and fell as she changed a few details for him. "By the way, what are your plans for your relationship with Du Juan? The Du family had some problems some time ago."

"What's wrong?"

"It was Jiang Bilan and Captain Wu's wife who started it. They said Captain Wu's daughter saw your performance and fell in love with you."

"ah?"

Lin Zihuai had no idea who Captain Wu’s daughter was.

Lin Anan simply explained the matter.

When she finished speaking, Lin Zihuai was even more confused, "Sister, I am innocent! I am so busy with the affairs of the art troupe every day, how can I have time!"

Lin Anan nodded. "I'm just telling you this. Just make sure you have some peace of mind."

"Well, I've discussed it with Du Juan, and we plan to... file a marriage report after the New Year." Lin Zihuai's ears turned red as he spoke.

"The noodles are ready!" Chu Mingzhou brought in a large, steaming bowl, just in time to break his embarrassment.

The snow-white noodles were piled up into a small hill, with two soft-boiled eggs lying on top.

Lin Zihuai ignored the heat and slurped the noodles while mumbling, "My brother-in-law's cooking skills are really good. They are a hundred times better than the porridge made by the art troupe!"

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Lin Anan smiled and stood up, "Sleep with Xiaoyu tonight. I'll add a blanket for you."

"Yeah, my sister is still good to me. I will take a hot bath later."

"OK."

Chu Mingzhou had something to talk to Lin Zihuai, so Lin Anan took the two little ones back to the house and made the bed for them.

In the main hall, Chu Mingzhou's low voice and Lin Zihuai's hearty laughter intertwined.

"I've already asked about the quota for the tube-shaped building. You've made a third-class merit this time, so it won't be difficult to apply. If you really plan to get married, just submit the application for the tube-shaped building at the same time." Chu Mingzhou said.

Lin Zihuai's eyes lit up immediately, "Brother-in-law, is it true?"

"Um."

"Brother-in-law, this... this is just in time! I don't want to let Du Juan down. It would be inappropriate to still live in the art troupe dormitory after marriage."

Chu Mingzhou nodded, his tone steady: "Well, this charity performance was hard, and the performance was good."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over Lin Zihuai's thin military uniform, "I'll have someone send you two thick coats later."

"No, no, the group will send it out in two days."

"Then take one of mine and wear it first."

After finishing the noodles, the two went to wash up one after another.

Lin Anan went back to the house first. Lin Zihuai's notebook was still in her hand. She accidentally turned to the last page and saw the accounts he had recorded.

"I can sell a song for three or four hundred yuan. I've learned my lesson. It's not in vain."

I went out and saved nearly a thousand dollars for my wife?

Quite capable.