In this era, technology was not well developed and there was a lack of efficient and instant communication tools. Most people still relied on letters and telegrams to communicate, and the speed of information dissemination was very slow.
Although Xu Ruyan used Jian Yan to shift the blame and divert everyone's attention, the truth will come out sooner or later and this is not a long-term solution.
Given her personality, she would definitely find a way out for herself.
Ana Shen thought that this escape route would be Li Haoxuan, but she never expected that he had lofty ambitions.
The sun was shining on the path lined with sycamore trees. Song Huaiwen came out of the cafeteria and walked back along the path as usual. A female student was walking towards him, and he subconsciously moved to her side.
When Xu Ruyan saw his avoidant gesture, her eyes darkened. She took a deep breath, smoothed her hair, put on her signature smile, and walked towards the person opposite her.
If you fail, you will die.
There was no hope for her to be promoted. Once word of what happened on the day of the competition spread, she could no longer stay in the troupe. Her only option was to go home and get married.
Li Haoxuan had been her best choice. Both his parents were cadres and his family was well off. Marrying him was naturally a good choice. However, the appearance of Song Huaiwen made her feel that she could go one step further.
Xu Ruyan had previously wanted to proceed step by step, but now she could only give it a try.
She chose the right moment, and when Song Huaiwen was about to pass by her, she pretended to be unsteady on her feet and slammed into him. As long as she had "intimate contact", she would be sure of success.
In this era, men and women must be very careful. If they are not careful, their reputation will be damaged. This is especially serious for soldiers. There are many pedestrians on the road at this time. As long as they are seen by others, and with her behind-the-scenes instigation, under pressure, even if Song Huaiwen has a strong background, he can only admit defeat for the sake of his future.
But she underestimated Song Huaiwen's strength.
Song Huaiwen is not a handsome scholar like Li Haoxuan. He has fought in the battlefield for a long time and reacts as quickly as a cheetah. He is instinctively alert to danger. The moment Xu Ruyan approached, his body instinctively dodged to the side and even took several steps back.
The way he dodged so quickly made people who didn't know him think he had encountered some dirty creature.
With a dull thud, Xu Ruyan fell headfirst into the grass by the roadside, covered in dust.
"Hahaha!" Li Zhen couldn't help but laughed out loud after watching the whole thing.
She walked closer, looked at Xu Ruyan who was still lying in the haystack with a joking look on her face, and laughed at her in a hoarse voice: "Hey, what are you doing, looking for treasure?"
Xu Ruyan's face flushed red. She climbed up from the haystack, patting the grass off her body and glaring at Li Zhen fiercely.
Song Huaiwen is a piece of rotten wood, he doesn't know how to be gentle and considerate to women.
I don't know who was the blind man who said he had a sense of responsibility. She was about to fall, but he didn't help her up and even kept staying away from her. It turned out that he was just in name only.
Witnessing this farce, Ana Shen felt somewhat gloating.
There was a meaningful smile on her lips as she looked Song Huaiwen up and down. He was indeed a popular commodity, and her eyes seemed to see through everything.
This unexpected disaster caused Song Huaiwen to die unjustly. He glanced at Xu Ruyan, frowned, and left with a sullen face without saying a word.
That icy gaze was like a deep pool covered in frost. Xu Ruyan felt a chill down her spine. Her desire to climb higher instantly receded, and she only wanted to stay away from him.
The chirping of cicadas in the trees was annoying, and Song Huaiwen walked quickly for a distance. Shen Nanqing's meaningful eyes kept echoing in his mind, and he always felt awkward.
Suddenly, his steps paused, and the sounds around him seemed to quiet down in an instant.
After pausing for a few seconds, Song Huaiwen turned and chased in the direction Shen Nanqing left, striding forward, raising a little dust under his feet.
Since being selected, Li Zhen has completely become a fangirl of Shen Nanqing, and especially likes to pester her. Even if Shen Nanqing ignores her, she still sticks to him.
She was complaining enthusiastically by herself when Song Huaiwen suddenly stepped in front of the two of them and stopped them steadily.
Being interrupted unexpectedly, Li Zhen was stunned and looked at Song Huaiwen with confusion.
Song Huaiwen panted slightly, his chest heaving violently, his eyes fell directly on Shen Nanqing, and he said seriously: "I really don't know her."
After saying that, without waiting for her response, he added stutteringly: "I'm just afraid that you...will misunderstand. The honor of a soldier is very important."
"Yeah!" Shen Nanqing looked calm, but looking at his embarrassed look, he wanted to laugh very much.
This reminded her of the time when they first met, when she was caught yelling at Li Haoxuan, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it.
Song Huaiwen was obviously not satisfied with this answer. He stared at Shen Nanqing with sharp eyes, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead sliding down his cheeks, as if waiting for her to give an answer that would reassure him.
"Don't worry, we just saw it clearly. Her fall has nothing to do with you. If anyone has any misunderstanding, we can testify for you." Seeing that he was so serious, Shen Nanqing spoke earnestly, and secretly tugged at the hem of Li Zhen's clothes with his hair hanging by his side.
Li Zhen's eyes moved between the two of them. He came to his senses when he felt the tug of his clothes. He nodded heavily, "Yes, we will definitely testify."
This answer made Song Huaiwen feel a little disappointed, but he couldn't tell exactly where he was disappointed. Thinking that after all, she believed in herself, his brows relaxed slightly.
The sun shines through the gaps between branches and leaves, casting golden shadows. The tall sycamore trees cast mottled shadows, and the leaves rustle in the breeze.
Shen Nanqing and Li Zhen walked side by side under the shade of the tree. Li Zhen, who had been chattering just now, shut up for the first time.
Li Zhen pondered for a long time, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She felt that Song Huaiwen's behavior was very abnormal. His panic just now seemed not only to clear his reputation, but also to care about Shen Nanqing's opinion.
"Song Huaiwen, he might like you." She thought about it and came to this conclusion.
When Shen Nanqing heard this, his eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief, and he subconsciously refuted: "Impossible."
"How is that impossible? If you were a man, I would want to marry you."
Li Zhen joined the troupe earlier than Shen Nanqing. Because she graduated from a professional school and looked good, she was naturally the main dancer.
Shen Nanqing's skin was as white as cream and her lips were not painted red. After she came, many people in the group liked to compare them. Li Zhen had always been the one praised, but she suddenly fell behind. She felt very disappointed and naturally looked at Shen Nanqing unhappy.
Sure enough, jealousy can make people unrecognizable.
No matter how certain Li Zhen was, Shen Nanqing still didn't believe it. She and Song Huaiwen had only met three times at most, and she thought this idea was too outrageous.
In the cultural troupe's office, colorful promotional posters are posted on the wall, and several wooden tables and chairs are neatly arranged, with sheet music, scripts and rehearsal plans spread out on the tables.
The sunlight shines through the yellowed glass windows, casting a shadow on the ground.
Inside the room, the familiar group leader was standing by, with a rare reserved look on his face.
Shen Nanqing's gaze was fixed on the stranger in the neat military uniform. His eyes were deep and sharp, like a sharp blade that could see through everything, and he exuded an aura of majesty without anger.
She understood what was going on. She had guessed that the leader would talk to her, but she didn't expect it would be the head of the General Political Department.
"I heard that you wrote and choreographed those two dance dramas yourself?" Deputy Director Zhong looked at the young man in front of him with sharp eyes.
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