Chapter 262 is the standard kissing posture

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

Song Yiyuan turned sideways to ask Lin Qingqing if she was tired.

Afraid that she couldn't hear him, he leaned a little closer: "Qingqing, are you tired?"

Lin Qingqing heard the voice in her ear and wanted to shake her head, but then she remembered that she couldn't see anything with the lights turned off.

She also turned her head sideways and was about to speak when her lips touched something soft and wet.

She was stunned. Is this...Song Yiyuan's...lips?

As if to verify her guess, the lights on the stage suddenly turned on again.

In front of her were Song Yiyuan's magnified facial features, and his eyes were open just like hers.

When their eyes met, Lin Qingqing was surprised, while Song Yiyuan was tender.

Their faces were tilted in opposite directions, their noses almost touching, and their lips gently touching.

It's the standard kissing position.

“Wow~”

Suddenly there was an uproar in the auditorium.

Aunt Wang, Xiuhong and Honghua were all stunned.

The expressions of the Eagle Claw soldiers in the second row were also frozen. They turned their heads and saw this scene when they heard the voices of the crowd.

Team leader, aren’t you too impatient?

The military leaders in the first row also turned around to look over.

Chief: Well done!

He took the microphone and shouted, "What are you arguing about? They're a newlywed couple. This is just a reward from the military family to the soldiers."

Lin Qingqing was startled back to her senses by the voice in the microphone, and her cheeks suddenly turned red. She quickly turned around and sat up straight, frowning and lowering her head.

It was just two seconds, what happened?

So embarrassing~

The shouting in her ears made her feel even more embarrassed.

Kissing in the auditorium?

Outsiders didn't know the reason, but she and Song Yiyuan both knew what was going on.

Song Yiyuan next to him was looking at Lin Qingqing with deep affection. It was an accident, but it was true that his lips touched Qingqing's.

Looking at the shy Lin Qingqing.

There was a warm current in his heart, surging out madly.

I wish I could hug this shy woman right now and kiss her back hard.

He held Lin Qingqing's hand tightly, with a blush on his face.

The soldiers of the Eagle Claw Group had never seen Song Yiyuan like this and were stunned.

It turns out that his team leader is also a flesh-and-blood, normal man who can be moved by love.

While Song Yiyuan looked at Lin Qingqing affectionately, he glanced coldly at the people in the group out of the corner of his eye.

What are you looking at!

It even made his wife feel embarrassed.

Political Commissar Wang grabbed the microphone and said, "Silence! The soldiers who have won first-class merit are all excellent. Everyone, concentrate on watching the performance."

Lin Qingqing felt that these words had a double meaning. The political commissar's speech was full of connotation.

With the two leaders' words of righteousness, the whole audience immediately quieted down.

The moment the lights came on, the art troupe's performance was suspended because of Song Yiyuan's incident.

Although the lights in the auditorium were turned off, the lights on the stage were all large spotlights, and the visible range could reach the fifth row.

Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing were in the third row, so they were naturally photographed clearly.

Moreover, more than 2,000 people were looking in one direction, which was a flickering signpost.

They all forgot they were on the stage and stopped what they were doing to look at Song Yiyuan.

As the scene quieted down, the members of the art troupe immediately took their seats.

Lin Qingqing was also trying her best to adjust her mood.

Ever since the first time Song Yiyuan kissed her eyebrow...she discovered it.

No matter how handsome this man was standing there, she wouldn't feel much. But as soon as he kissed her, she would become inexplicably nervous and her emotions would become somewhat out of control.

After a few seconds, the passionate background music starts~

The art troupe began their second performance.

In the short dance of less than five minutes, three cultural workers made mistakes in their moves and one fell down.

The scene was a bit horrific.

I don't know if they were distracted by the thought of Song Yiyuan's perfect profile, or if they were distracted by the sight of Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing kissing.

There were four more performances to come, and it wasn't until the third performance that the art troupe's program had no more mistakes.

The leaders knew it all and didn't make a big deal about it.

After six shows, it was already half past nine.

All the lights in the auditorium came on.

Two fighters stepped onto the stage from a small door on the right side.

One of them was carrying a high wooden stool, and the other was holding a half-meter-wide wooden box with the word "draw lots" written on it in red paint.

The two soldiers placed the things in the middle of the stage, stepped back two steps and stood aside.

The head of the Propaganda Department said into the microphone, "It's the performance segment for military families."

As he finished speaking, a woman in her thirties came out from a small door on the left side of the stage. She was also wearing a dress with three rows of medals on her chest.

She walked with a brisk pace, was tall and thin, had regular features and slightly wrinkled skin, and had the round face that people of this generation liked.

She is Zhang Lin, the head of the art troupe.

Zhang Lin marched onto the stage and stood in front of the lottery box.

Then he stepped forward and saluted, looking from left to right at the soldiers sitting opposite him.

She must have participated in such scenes frequently, as she was calm and composed from the moment she entered to the moment she stood still, and her behavior was appropriate.

Lin Qingqing knew what this segment was - they were picking military dependents to perform on stage.

Her palms were slightly sweaty. Ever since kindergarten, she had been resistant to performing on stage.

Later, she always spoke with her performance and strength, and she avoided many such occasions from childhood to adulthood.

To the point that later on, he didn't even have a single talent to show off.

Sometimes the more people dislike something, the more they avoid it.

"What's wrong?"

Song Yiyuan noticed the wetness on Lin Qingqing's palm and turned sideways to ask.

Lin Qingqing shook her head. She felt that the probability was too small.

Sure enough, the first warrior was drawn out, and it wasn't her.

Zhang Lin read out the soldier's name: "Chen Piaowei."

There was applause from the audience.

Lin Qingqing raised her eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief. This reduced the probability by half, making it even more impossible.

Captain Zhang reached into the box again, took out the note and opened it.

She looked up and called out to the front: "Song Yiyuan."

The more than 2,000 people in the audience turned their heads and looked at Song Yiyuan.

Today, Team Leader Song’s popularity was enough to take over the entire venue.

He was the one who presented the awards, he was the one who kissed during the art troupe's performance, and now he is the one who performs for military families.

Everyone is also very much looking forward to it. Team Leader Song’s wife is so beautiful, she must be a good singer and dancer.

It's a pleasure to stand there.

The leader led the applause, and more than 2,000 people were stunned for a moment before bursting into thunderous applause, expressing their anticipation for watching Lin Qingqing's performance.