In this situation, the female soldiers looked at each other and did not say anything.
It was impossible for them to perform fighting in front of a group of male soldiers. After thinking about it, they realized that their talents were very limited.
Liu Zelan subconsciously said, "Wasn't Fu Haitang from the art troupe before? She must be able to dance. If not, let her go up and dance."
The female soldiers were worried about not being able to find anyone, and when they heard this, their eyes lit up.
Fu Haitang is the lead dancer in the art troupe, which is full of beauties. It is conceivable that the female soldiers in the company are also outstanding. In fact, there are many simple soldiers who have a good impression of her in private.
For a moment, everyone looked at Fu Haitang.
Fu Haitang refused directly: "I don't want to dance."
She wasn't dancing a solo in the art troupe, and she was missing her family at the moment, so she wasn't in the mood to do it. How could she be happy when Liu Zelan named her?
The female soldiers looked embarrassed. Liu Zelan lowered her head and curled her lips, but didn't say anything.
The male soldiers were also very sorry, but fortunately a female soldier suggested that everyone sing military songs, and the awkward atmosphere was finally resolved.
Fu Haitang didn't stay long before quietly leaving the group. Xiang Lifeng, who had been paying attention to her, followed her unconsciously.
She returned to the dormitory, looked at the photos, and imagined what her family would do.
It must be time to eat mooncakes.
Outside Xinjiang is a place to train myself. Not to mention mooncakes, even every meal seems to be a bit of a squeeze. It doesn’t matter if I can’t eat. This is how Fu Haitang comforted himself.
Just as she thought of this, she felt a sinking sensation in her arms and a whiff of oily fragrance at the tip of her nose. She looked down and saw a round moon cake on her knees. Xiang Lifeng also sat down next to her.
Fu Haitang looked down at the mooncakes, then at Xiang Lifeng, feeling a pang of sadness. "Brother Lifeng, where did you get the mooncakes?"
Today, Xiang Lifeng is no longer bothered by this name. Instead, he is very worried about Fu Haitang's mood.
"I drove to town to buy it yesterday," he explained.
Fu Haitang lowered her head and unwrapped the package. The five-flavor mooncake was very sweet, even cloyingly sweet. Usually, she only liked to eat the outermost part of the mooncake skin, but she took a big bite for the first time.
The taste of sesame, walnuts and sugar grains is really strange, but it is the favorite thing for people who are short of oil and water at this time.
She had never eaten mooncakes of this flavor before.
As if he could see what she was thinking, or perhaps to explain, Xiang Lifeng said, "We only have this kind of mooncake here, so you'll have to make do with it."
Fu Haitang didn't reply to him. Xiang Lifeng realized something was wrong and couldn't help but move closer.
When I got closer, I realized that Fu Haitang, who was holding the mooncake, had tears in her eyes.
Xiang Lifeng panicked and said incoherently: "Is it not delicious? Don't eat it, buy it later."
Fu Haitang shook his head, looked up at Xiang Lifeng, and leaned his head on his shoulder as if he was relying on his brother.
"Brother Lifeng, it's already very good."
She sniffed. "You're just like my brother, you're good to me. I just wanted to eat mooncakes all day long. These mooncakes are delicious."
Xiang Lifeng felt distressed and helpless. He stretched out his fingers to wipe away her tears, but finally paused, and clumsily took out the paper and carefully wiped her cheek.
"But Haitang," he said in a low and helpless voice, "I don't want to be just your brother."
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