"Okay, I'll pay attention." Seeing Tao Xiaotong was indignant, Zhang Sumei smiled and tried to pull her hand. "Don't make me angry anymore." Finally, she added this.
Tao Xiaotong was not really angry with her, so she half-heartedly changed the subject.
Even those who were close to Zhang Sumei discovered it, let alone those around Tian Minjing.
But unlike these two people who had something to say, everyone around Tian Minjing tacitly chose to keep silent.
With high-intensity training every day and a light diet, Tian Minjing lost a lot of weight.
At the family dinner on the day of Political Commissar Zhuo, Dean Gao looked at Tian Minjing opposite him. Out of professional habit, he couldn't help but ask her to take care of her health.
"It's good to be busy with your career, but your health is the most important thing."
"I haven't seen this in a long time. He has lost so much weight. He doesn't just eat vegetables, he also eats some oily and meaty foods." Perhaps it is a professional habit, he advocates nutritional balance.
Zhang Yurong's eyes swept over this sister-in-law, and she was also wondering in her heart why the training of the General Military Region Art Troupe was so tiring that even the female soldiers in the choir were so exhausted.
"Dad, if you don't know, don't give me any rash advice." Gao Fei thought he knew the reason and kindly explained, "The lead singer has training every day, and it's stipulated that we eat light food."
A minute on stage, ten years off stage. The General Military Region Art Troupe has stood firm, and it has its own set of methods and theories.
"Really?" Dean Gao's face lit up when his daughter said that. "That's a good thing."
Others also looked at Tian Minjing. Facing the gazes of so many people, the smile on her face looked very unnatural.
If she was really the lead singer, she would have agreed without hesitation. But now, she was extremely embarrassed and couldn't explain.
In his peripheral vision, Zhuo Qinghuai's expression seemed a little depressed.
Tian's mother was afraid that others would ask about Tian Minjing's singing lead in the General Military Region Art Troupe, so she quickly changed the subject. Because she was too anxious, she was very stiff.
Everyone present was smart, and based on her reactions they could guess most of what was going on. However, no one saw through it, but kept silent. There was a thin layer of window paper between them, and they all tacitly steered the conversation elsewhere.
Political Commissar Zhuo raised his glass and drank it.
"Grandpa, drink less." Zhuo You said in a baby voice when he saw this.
"My little granddaughter, grandpa's love for you is not in vain." Looking at his little granddaughter, Political Commissar Zhuo seemed to feel better. He took her and placed her on his lap.
With Youyou blocking her view, Tian Minjing couldn't see the old man's expression, and her heart was in turmoil.
The laughter of the people around her seemed to be far away from her. She always felt that these people were laughing at her behind her back.
But no matter how aggrieved she felt, as the daughter-in-law of Political Commissar Zhuo, she had to personally send these people out one by one. The way others looked at her made her very uncomfortable.
Tian's mother was the last to leave. Zhuo Qinghuai's son was tripped by others, and there was no one else.
"Mom, why were you so anxious to change the subject just now?" Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Tian Minjing couldn't hold it in any longer.
After all, it was my mother's fault that I was ridiculed.
"I'm just afraid people will question you," Tian's mother said, feeling aggrieved. "I mean well, and you're blaming me?"
Tian Minjing was even more upset. "You were so old at the time. Anyone with a little bit of wit would have known that I wasn't chosen."
Speaking of this, a gloomy look flashed in her eyes. In today's environment, if she was really the lead singer of the General Military Region Art Troupe, she could only imagine how honorable it would be.
Unfortunately, because of the topic she caused, all the praise was directed to Jiang Yuman... How could Tian Minjing feel balanced?
"You're still blaming me," Tian's mother said, not quite happy. "You're the political commissar's daughter-in-law now. So what if you didn't become the lead singer? I'm still against you. Don't be so gloomy. It's done. How can you change it back?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Tian κΏ΅ came over with her son, and the conversation between mother and daughter ended there.
On the other side, Political Commissar Zhuo talked to Qin Dongling for a long time, while Zhuo Qinghuai talked to Fu Jingchen and Jiang Yuman. They had nothing much to say and were even a little embarrassed because of their previous discussion.
Fortunately, Zhang Yurong and Gao Fei occasionally said a few words, so the atmosphere did not become dull.
"I'm really embarrassed today. It's a rare opportunity for me to explain myself kindly, but I ended up making myself unpopular with everyone." Gao Fei was very depressed on the way back.
"It's okay. You're talking about the unwritten rules of the General Military Region Art Troupe. Others have misunderstood it. What can you do?" Jiang Yuman thought of the behavior of those people in the yard and sighed.
If Tian Minjing had just made a joke openly, the matter would have been blown away, and everyone would have thought she had the tolerance of a political commissar's daughter-in-law.
Tian's mother hurriedly stepped forward to explain, but she didn't respond at all, which made people grasp the point that she cared about the most, and everyone was confused.
"you're right."
Gao Fei's brows relaxed. "Who hasn't failed before? Not all of my scripts have been accepted. I've even written a lot of scraps in the past."
Jiang Yuman looked at her with a half-smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Gao Fei wondered.
Jiang Yuman smiled and said, "'Hot Blooded Youth' is my first script."
"Hot-Blooded Youth" had a considerable influence in the Southwest Military Region, and would later be the starting point for the rise of the 22nd Division Art Troupe. After Jiang Yuman became famous, even in Beijing, literary and art workers had heard of this musical.
The same is true for Gao Fei.
She was both angry and amused, and deliberately dragged out her words, "Oh~ Teacher Yuman doesn't have any wasted manuscripts."
With this little episode, the influence brought by Tian Minjing gradually faded, and until they separated, both parties were in a good mood.
Jiang Yuman's life was uneventful. She received a thick letter from Fu Haitang, in which she wrote down everything that had happened during this period.
It was indeed Xiang Lifeng who came to pick her up, and she had successfully joined the female soldier company. The life was almost as she had imagined, and she could finally train in shooting.
"To facilitate training, I cut my hair short. You might not even recognize me when you see me. Sister-in-law, I will train hard and strive to get a good ranking in the competition. That way, all the trouble I've gone through to come here will be worthwhile..."
Even a thick stack of letters can be read to the end. On the way from the General Political Department to the General Military Region Art Troupe, Jiang Yuman finished reading it with a smile on her face.
The vehicle drove into the General Military Region Art Troupe.
Jiang Yuman stuffed the letter into her bag, intending to go back and read it with Fu Jingchen.
When she got out of the car, she ran into Captain Fan and a group of people rushing towards her. Her lips were tightly pursed and her face was ashen.
Among the crowd, two people were seen carrying a stretcher.
"What's going on?" Jiang Yuman was startled. "Who is sick?"
"Zhang Sumei is unconscious," a female soldier explained. "We need to rush her to the hospital."
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