"As long as Captain Fan thinks it's okay, it's fine." Jiang Yuman said.
Before, the Tenth Division Art Troupe did not have so many members and was still in its infancy, so she would participate in every link.
The General Military Region Art Troupe is different. Thinking of the large group of people in the chorus, opera troupe, and song and dance troupe, Jiang Yuman felt a pain in her waist if she had to watch them one by one.
Director Fan said, "Teacher Yuman is the screenwriter, I need to ask you what you think."
As soon as the script of "Loyalty to the Motherland" was submitted, all the leaders were very optimistic about it. Because it was linked to another important matter, everyone was also very concerned about the performance time.
From the reactions of these leaders, Captain Fan could not have been more aware that if this musical were to be released, it would definitely have a greater impact than "Revolutionary Female Militia".
The two of them exchanged a few more words, and Jiang Yuman finally gave in and followed him into the rehearsal room, where Zhu Ji sat next to her.
After a while, Fu Siyi felt sleepy for his nap and rubbed his eyes. The female soldiers' singing kept him awake. Jiang Yuman was afraid he would get angry and make a fuss, so she quickly took him out through the side door.
The child fell asleep on the way.
Jiang Yuman's hands were sore from hugging, so she didn't go back to the farther West District compound, but planned to go see Qin Dongling first.
When I arrived at the gate, I happened to meet Zhuo Qinghuai.
"Brother Qinghuai." Jiang Yuman greeted him. The two families were close, so the address couldn't be too unfamiliar.
She hugged Fu Siyi tightly, and when she looked down, she saw that the edge of her arm where it touched Xiaoyi's clothes was faintly red.
"Let me help you hold it." Zhuo Qinghuai took the initiative to reach out and take Xiaoyi.
"No need to bother," Jiang Yuman dodged to the side, "We'll be there soon."
If you are good at speaking, you can make a joke at this time and say that you are the uncle and give the child a hug, and the matter will be over.
Zhuo Qinghuai obviously didn't mean it, and after being politely rejected, he still looked over here.
Jiang Yuman thought for a moment and explained, "Xiaoyi can't be moved when he sleeps. If he moves, he'll wake up. I can hold him by myself."
Zhuo Qinghuai nodded, and the two exchanged a few more words before Jiang Yuman returned home with the child in her arms.
When Qin Dongling came home, the red marks on her hands had not faded yet. He looked at them several times and asked what happened.
When he learned that it was caused by holding the child, he said, "Next time, call your uncle Sun and ask him to pick you up."
Although they are not of different generations, I still feel sorry for my own children no matter how old they are.
Sun Shifu nodded repeatedly. It was not difficult for him to drive. As a family member of the Chief of the General Staff, Jiang Yuman had made contributions to the literary and artistic cause, so it was her due right to enjoy these rights.
"How can I trouble Uncle Sun every time?" Jiang Yuman didn't care.
Sun Shifu suggested to her, "I remember the General Military Region Art Troupe has a car. Let them take you there next time."
"OK."
The topic of several people quickly turned to the next place.
After dinner, Sun Shifu sent the mother and son back to the West District compound.
The next day, when Jiang Yuman just arrived at the General Military Region Art Troupe, Director Fan told her that the lead singer had already been selected.
"Su Mei's basic skills are the best. She also played the role of 'Revolutionary Female Militia'. She has experience, so I feel at ease." Captain Fan seemed very satisfied with her performance yesterday and praised her in every sentence.
She was satisfied, and Jiang Yuman could not find any fault. Just as she was about to nod, several female soldiers rushed into the office.
Looking back, Tian Minjing, who had rushed in, was full of indignation, and the other two or three female soldiers who followed her were standing at the door of the office, anxious and flustered.
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