"I've noticed something's wrong with him recently. Anyway, Yuman, thank you for telling me." After an unknown amount of time, she finally spoke.
When you marry into a family like this, your every word and action represents more than just yourself. Even if outsiders find out something, they may not dare to say much for the sake of your husband's family.
They would only laugh at her behind her back, and she could only get a glimpse of the truth when the rumors were all over the place.
It’s good like this now, at least it’s not too late to know.
…
After leaving Zhuo's house, Jiang Yuman felt sorry for Zhuo's wife, but also felt like a burden had been lifted off her heart, and she felt much more relaxed.
I just don't know how Mrs. Zhuo will deal with this matter.
But soon she had no time to think about it, because the commendation for the performance of the 22nd Division Workers' Union was sent to the General Administration.
Upon hearing the news, Jiang Yuman hurried to the headquarters. When she arrived, the office was packed with female soldiers.
Someone saw her and said, "Teacher Yuman is here."
Everyone turned around at once, swarmed over, and many hands reached out to hug her so tightly that she couldn't breathe.
"Teacher Yuman, we won an award, and the National Opera and Dance Theater also collected the original script, music score, and manuscripts of the composer and screenwriter of Dawn!"
The dream of every labor union was realized by the 22nd Division Labor Union.
Both the female soldiers and the regiment commanders were unable to conceal their excitement.
Seeing Teacher Yuman, the troupe leader and others there, everyone's eyes were red as they remembered how they were looked down upon in the beginning, but finally became the first art troupe in the Southwest Military Region to receive this honor.
"It's such a good thing. Everyone should be happy and have some success." Su Zheng clapped her hands, signaling everyone to look at her.
"Since Jiang Yuman became the screenwriter of the 22nd Division's troupe, our troupe has made a qualitative leap, and I believe everyone can see it."
All the female soldiers applauded, and looking at their eyes full of recognition and trust, Jiang Yuman's eyes became moist.
"Teacher Yuman," Wei Qing said reluctantly, "Are you not going back to the 22nd Division this time? Will you no longer be our troupe's screenwriter?"
This was also the topic that the other female soldiers were most concerned about, and they all looked at Jiang Yuman.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Yuman smiled faintly, "No matter where I am, I have always been the screenwriter of the 22nd Division's Workers' Troupe."
In the office, the cheers of the female soldiers could be heard from far away.
During lunch break, watching the female soldiers rush into their dormitories, Su Zheng lamented, "I had hoped to see 'Dawn' performed on a diplomatic stage. Then, like 'Revolutionary Female Militia,' the National Theatre could establish an archive to preserve the play's historical materials and performance records."
That is the real great achievement.
"Captain, you didn't think this way before." Jiang Yuman raised an eyebrow and said mischievously, "Back then, we just hoped to win the qualification to perform in the military district competition."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone including Zhuang Wanbai and Yang Yun laughed.
"Yes," Su Zheng sighed, "People are always insatiable. Unknowingly, we have reached such a height."
She looked at Jiang Yuman seriously, "But with you here, we will definitely have such opportunities in the future."
Jiang Yuman found that she could withstand the ridicule and contempt of others, but she could not remain calm when faced with true affirmation and appreciation.
Because Su Zheng and others were leaving tomorrow, they talked for a long time before Jiang Yuman went home.
At the gate of the Xi'an District compound, she ran into an unexpected person.
——An Xiao.
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