Jiang Wanxia was sitting on the steps outside with her knees hugged. If Ji Fangshu hadn't seen her before, she would not have recognized her in this posture.
She and Wen Xin stood nearby and watched for a few seconds, and Jiang Wanxia soon discovered them.
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, pinching the seam of his pants and feeling a little embarrassed, "Captain Ji, Teacher Wenxin, why are you here?"
She could hide it when she was sitting, but when she stood up, her red eyes and tear-stained cheeks were clearly visible.
"I remember you, Comrade Jiang Wanxia, you dance very well."
Ji Fangshu put on a caring attitude and said, "What's wrong with you? If you feel wronged, don't hide away and cry secretly, speak out."
Jiang Wanxia managed to stop crying, and after hearing Ji Fangshu's compliment, she opened the valve.
In addition to being really sad, there were also a few thoughts that instantly rose up in my mind.
He gave a vague account of the matter, blurring out his own motives and emphasizing how uncomfortable it was that he could not perform on stage.
"You mean, you are not qualified to perform in the military district this time?" Ji Fangshu looked surprised.
Jiang Wanxia nodded.
Seeing this, Ji Fangshu and Wen Xin looked at each other.
What on earth is Su Wenzheng doing? The lead dancer of the art troupe is forbidden to go on stage. Could it be that they have completely given up on the special military district performance?
But looking at her in the office, it really doesn't seem like that.
In a short period of time, Ji Fangshu thought a lot.
His eyes passed over Jiang Wanxia's tearful eyelashes, thinking that she danced very well, and he said, "You really want to perform on stage, that's why you're crying?"
After getting a positive answer, her tone became more gentle, "I've seen you dance, you dance very well, it would be a pity if you didn't perform on stage."
"What do you think of the Jiaoyang Dance Troupe?"
After she finished speaking, Jiang Wanxia quickly raised her head, her eyes full of disbelief.
…
After Jiang Yuman came out of Captain Su’s office, she kept thinking about how to help Wei Qing.
It was unrealistic to give her the spiritual spring water to drink, but it was also a bit strange to apply the spiritual spring water directly to her wound.
Thinking about this, she was a little absent-minded when she opened the door when she returned home during her lunch break.
"Yuman." Just as she opened the door and was about to go in, Bai Ping's voice came from behind her.
Jiang Yuman turned around and saw that the other party was holding a chipped enamel bowl, which smelled very strong of medicine.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing?"
Bai Ping explained: "Didn't you hurt your foot yesterday? I was thinking about the medicinal wine at home, and I searched for a long time before I found it."
She smiled mysteriously, "This is what Dad left for me. It has a lot of good stuff in it. Rub it on me. I guarantee it will work better than safflower oil!"
The two families shared a courtyard wall, so any noise they made could be heard clearly.
Yesterday she accidentally heard Jiang Yuman and Fu Jingchen talking in the yard and knew that she was injured.
Bai Ping was a kind-hearted person. After finishing her work, she quickly went into the house to find medicinal wine. But there were too many things and I couldn’t find it after searching for a long time. I only saw it this morning.
Looking at the orange-red medicinal wine in the bowl, Jiang Yuman, who was confused just now, suddenly understood.
Looking at Bai Ping with eyes full of gratitude, "Sister-in-law, thank you so much."
"What are you thanking me for?" Bai Ping waved her hand nonchalantly. "We are all neighbors. Why should we be so polite to each other?"
"Just believe me, this medicinal wine is effective! You can rub it on the wound and drink some internally, but don't drink too much."
At the end, Bai Ping winked and said, "It's okay to give it to your husband."
Jiang Yuman: “…….”
Originally, she didn't know what was soaked in the medicinal wine, but seeing Bai Ping's expression, she vaguely guessed it.
But no matter what, the other party brought the medicinal wine with good intentions, and Jiang Yuman took a piece of brown sugar as a thank you gift.
She still has plenty of space for this thing.
Brown sugar is precious no matter where you are, Bai Ping didn't want to accept it: "Don't be so polite."
"Sister-in-law, the children at home all like sweet water. You can use it to make water for the children to drink."
Jiang Yuman said: "This medicinal wine looks very effective. I would like to thank you for sending it to me."
The medicinal wine passed down by the elders in the family is usually made by soaking medicinal materials in high-proof liquor. The longer it is soaked, the darker the color.
Like the bowl in front of you, the effect is obvious at first glance.
The key point is that even with the spiritual spring water, the effect of this thing cannot be seen. It is simply tailor-made for her concerns.
The other party helped her so much, a piece of brown sugar seemed to be too little as a thank you...
But gift giving must also conform to the logic of the time. Anyway, they should not live together for too short a time, so you can thank them slowly when you have time later.
"Okay, then I'll take them for my two kids." Seeing that she had said this, Bai Ping took the things.
The key point is that Jiang Yuman's words touched her heart. She herself didn't care about the food in her mouth, but her two children at home liked to eat sweets.
The Quartermaster Department does not purchase sugar every time, so it depends on luck.
Bai Ping was not in a hurry to leave, and demonstrated in detail to Jiang Yuman how to apply the medicated wine.
After she had learned the technique, she opened the door and prepared to go back.
When I opened the door, I saw Du Qiuxi sitting against the wall knitting slippers.
Hearing the noise, she quickly looked up and stared at the thing in Bai Ping's hand for a long time before looking away.
Bai Ping didn't even give him a glance, she just closed the door and took her things back.
"No wonder we have to help her speak."
Seeing that both doors were closed, Du Qiuxi lowered his voice and said, "You have to take the favor. Once you go in, you won't come out empty-handed."
The neighbor didn't reply, and she kept talking to herself, "It's just a lie. How can a worker in the art troupe get her foot injured? Is she still a female soldier in the art troupe?"
"Okay, stop talking about her. Help me figure out how to embroider this."
Du Qiuxi's attention was instantly diverted, and he turned aside to talk to his neighbor.
Her gossip had no effect on Jiang Yuman.
In the afternoon, other female soldiers in the art troupe went to the training ground to practice physical fitness, but she did not go and went directly to the dormitory building.
Wei Qing was lying on the bed reading a book. When she heard the noise, she looked up and was a little surprised. "Teacher Yuman, why are you here?"
She knew that if it weren't for Jiang Yuman, her injuries would be more serious, so she quickly propped herself up on the bed and sat up straighter, gratitude flashing in her eyes.
"I came to see you. Is your leg feeling better today?" Jiang Yuman sat down beside the bed.
Speaking of legs, Wei Qing couldn't help but sigh, "It's still the same."
"The doctor said it would take two weeks to recover."
She was very depressed about her leg injury, but after hearing about how Captain Su and the others treated Jiang Wanxia, she felt somewhat comforted.
“It doesn’t have to be two weeks.”
Jiang Yuman said: "The medicinal wine here is very effective. You can try it. It may work in a few days."
As soon as these words came out, Wei Qing immediately raised her head.
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