Watching the backs of Wang Xin and Ji Fangshu disappear, Zhuang Wanbai turned his head to explain to Jiang Yuman, "From morning to night today, they have been training all the time."
It's in line with their personalities that these two can do this. After all, one of them hopes that the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe will become popular again, and the other hopes that they will become famous in the military region again.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yuman caught the medal that Xiaoyi almost dropped and said, "We don't have any competitions in the next three days. We can also train well and prepare."
"That's right." Zhuang Wanbai nodded.
After saying that, the two of them walked towards the training room to watch the female soldiers of the labor troupe rehearse.
They were going to perform on stage in three days, so the girls practiced very hard. When the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe finished work in the evening, their windows were still lit.
뀗心 came out and saw it, and said, "If you don't train during the day, why are you so anxious at night?"
Ji Fangshu pursed her lips and smiled. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt a chill on her face.
"It's going to rain," she looked up at the sky and wiped the water off her face, "Let's go back and rest. We have to get up early for training tomorrow."
"good."
As the two left, the footsteps became smaller and smaller, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground became louder and louder.
Not long after, the troupe performed the entire musical, and the training ended tonight.
After coming out of the practice room, Jiang Yuman did not choose to go to the dormitory to rest, but walked out under the eaves, walked to the door, and saw Fu Jingchen standing there.
He must have been here for quite a while.
"I knew you would come and wait." When their eyes met, Jiang Yuman couldn't help but smile.
Fu Jingchen also laughed. He shook the clothes on his wrist and put them on Jiang Yuman's head, then took the sleeping Xiaoyi over and said, "Cover it up to avoid getting your hair wet."
Jiang Yuman held the clothes with her hands and watched him wrap Xiaoyi into the bag, and then walked back together.
The raindrops fell slowly at first, but as time went on, the sound of them hitting the leaves became more and more frequent.
When they were still some distance away from the family compound, Xiaoyi woke up and poked his little head out of his father's gloves.
Jiang Yuman turned around and saw him staring at her. She couldn't help but move closer and asked, "Which baby woke up?"
Maybe it was because she looked so funny with her clothes on, Xiaoyi shyly shrank into Fu Jingchen's arms, shouting, "Dad, Dad."
Fu Jingchen put one hand around his back. Xiaoyi felt very safe in the embrace. He poked his little head in and out, playing hide-and-seek with his mother.
Jiang Yuman was also happy to cooperate with him. Surrounded by his parents, Xiaoyi laughed quackly, just like a little duck.
Seeing them so happy, Fu Jingchen conscientiously played the role of a big tree, with a shallow arc at the corner of his lips.
It was clearly the way home in the dark and rainy night, but because of the warmth between family members, this not-short road seemed not long enough.
When I got home,
Jiang Yuman and Xiaoyi were fine, but Fu Jingchen was completely soaked.
He boiled some water, took a bath, dried his hair and went to bed. Xiaoyi sat on the bed and fiddled with the medal, having great interest.
Jiang Yuman held up her head to look at the child at first. When Fu Jingchen fell asleep on her side, she turned her head and looked at him, "Where is the other medal? Take it out for him to play with."
Fu Jingchen stood up, and soon came back with a medal.
"Is this the medal you won for the target shooting?" Jiang Yuman couldn't help laughing, "Comrade Fu Jingchen, you are so strong."
Her curved eyes were full of smiles, and her own figure was reflected in them. Fu Jingchen said with his lips clenched, "Not as good as you."
He was telling the truth. He had a hunch that his wife's talent was definitely not lower than his own. It could even be said that she had an excellent ability to learn many things.
The gold medal she put on his head was more valuable than any medal he had ever won.
Hearing this, Jiang Yuman subconsciously looked up and happened to look into his eyes.
Those eyes, which were always cold and sharp, were now full of tenderness. In the dim light, she raised her hands and held his neck without much thought.
Xiaoyi was sitting on the bed playing with medals and having a great time. Suddenly, Fu Jingchen took the medals away, picked him up and patted him to comfort him.
He opened his mouth to cry, but his father was patting him so comfortably that he forgot about it.
Have a good night.
The next day, Fu Jingchen took the Shenfeng Camp to participate in other competitions.
His individual competition has ended, but the Shenfeng Battalion still has other competitions to attend. He is like their pillar of support. As long as the battalion commander is there, everyone is as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Of course, Zheng Liujiang also particularly likes him to appear on the court.
For the Workers' Group, the most important thing in the military competition was the performance on the last day.
After the first day of competition, they plunged into intensive training. Jiang Yuman also rarely went to the training ground and watched the workers train all day long.
Three days passed in a flash, and soon it was the day of the actual performance.
There were many leaders attending the extra-large military region parade, and the first three rows were all well-known figures in the army.
When they changed their clothes and waited backstage, many female soldiers with poor psychological quality were trembling.
Su Zheng and Ji Fangshu had military ranks, and they sat quite close to the front.
Although 뀗心 and 姜宇曼 do not have military ranks, they have their own positions as screenwriters.
From the moment she sat down, Ji Fangshu had been chatting with the people around her, and it seemed as if the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe didn't require her to worry about anything.
"I wonder how the song and dance performed by Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe today is going. The previous one, "Forward", was really good."
"It should be no different this time. We are still working with Teacher 뀗心. I guess they are the only ones worth watching."
“…….”
There was a lot of discussion around, and Ji Fangshu and 뀗心 were secretly proud of themselves, with smiles on their faces.
Turning their heads to see the calm faces of Su 뀗 Zheng and Jiang Yuman, they laughed secretly.
It’s the last minute, and you still look so calm on the surface, but you must be panicking inside, right?
Deputy Commander Feng Yanjing sat in the second row. He particularly loved watching "Forward". When he heard people around him say that Wang Xin had written "The Blazing Fire" and was co-starring with the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe, he couldn't help but say:
"I knew right away that it was going to be another song as good as Onward."
After saying that, he turned back to look at Fu Jingchen, "Comrade Fu Jingchen, who do you think will be the best this time?"
In this military district competition, the outstanding performance of the Shenfeng Battalion once again spread throughout the entire military district. Not to mention that the show itself was meant to praise them, so his opinion was quite valuable.
When they heard the deputy commander's question, several art troupe leaders and scriptwriters pricked up their ears.
Leaders from other military regions also looked over.
Facing so many people's gazes,
Fu Jingchen gave full play to his preference and said without any hesitation: "The Workers' Group."
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