Chapter 414 Chu Jingya's Transfer
When I came out of Yang Yiyi's hospital room, it was already completely dark.
The dim lighting in the corridor cast long shadows.
Su Yue rubbed her sore temples but didn't go straight home.
My plane ticket to Beijing is in my pocket; I'm leaving in three days.
This departure has no set return date.
There are some people you haven't met yet, so you have to meet them before you leave.
The jeep turned a corner in the night and headed towards the cultural troupe's residential compound.
Compared to the thrilling events on Yang Yiyi's side, Chu Jingya's side was much quieter.
As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Gu Beixiao wearing a floral apron, squatting by the well washing clothes.
A dignified deputy battalion-level officer, he uses a washboard more skillfully than a gun, creating basins full of foam.
Hearing footsteps, Gu Beixiao looked up, his face covered in sweat, and he was clutching a wet shirt in his hand.
"A rare guest indeed." Gu Beixiao shook the foam off his hands and stood up. "Coming so late, is there some news from Old Gu?"
"Let's come see Jingya." Su Yue parked the car. "I heard she hasn't been very well-behaved lately?"
“That’s right.” Gu Beixiao sighed and pointed to the room. “My morning sickness is terrible, and I can’t stand the smell of cooking oil. The rehearsals in the troupe are also very intense. I almost fainted on stage a couple of days ago. My heart was in my throat.”
Just then, a coughing sound came from inside the room.
Gu Beixiao's expression changed. He didn't care about the clothes in his hands, wiped them haphazardly on his apron, and rushed into the house.
Su Yue followed behind.
The room was furnished with an artistic flair, with several guitars hanging on the wall and easels piled up in the corner.
Chu Jingya was leaning back on the sofa, holding a sketchbook in her hand. Her face was a little pale, but her spirits were still pretty good.
Upon seeing Su Yue, Chu Jingya's eyes lit up, and she put down her paintbrush to get up.
"Don't move." Su Yue walked over quickly and pressed her back onto the sofa. "I just came from Yiyi's place. Her experience is a cautionary tale. Don't follow in her footsteps."
"What's wrong with Yiyi?" Chu Jingya asked anxiously.
"I bled a little, but the pregnancy has been saved," Su Yue said casually. "But you, I heard from Bei Xiao that you were planning to go on stage?"
Chu Jingya gave a wry smile and touched her still-flat stomach: "The troupe is currently rehearsing 'The Red Detachment of Women' in full swing, and I'm the lead dancer. If I were to step down now, it would be difficult to explain to the troupe leader, and I myself... am reluctant to do so."
That's a stage.
For a dancer, that's fate.
"You have to let go, even if you don't want to." Gu Beixiao brought over a glass of warm water and handed it to Chu Jingya, his tone firm. "You can go back to the stage if you lose it, but if your child and your health collapse, you'll lose everything. I've already slammed my fist on the table with your troupe leader, there's no room for discussion on this."
Su Yue raised an eyebrow: "Slamming the table?"
Gu Beixiao scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "It wasn't that I was banging on the table, it was just... reasoning."
Yesterday afternoon, in the office of the head of the cultural troupe.
Gu Beixiao, dressed in his training uniform, stood in front of his desk like an iron tower.
"No! Absolutely not!" Liu, the head of the cultural troupe, slammed his teacup on the table. "Commander Gu, you should know that Chu Jingya is the star of our troupe! We're going to perform in the provincial competition next month. If we transfer her now, how am I supposed to put on this show?"
“Then let’s change the singer.” Gu Beixiao remained unmoved. “Jingya is three months pregnant now, which is the most dangerous time. Yesterday, when we rehearsed that big jump, her legs were shaking afterward. Commander Liu, she is a soldier, and obeying orders is her duty. But she is also a mother, and protecting her child is her instinct.”
"We can reduce her training volume..."
“Even reducing it won’t work,” Gu Beixiao interrupted him. “The stage lights, the floor’s hardness, even the speed of the rotation—even a one in ten thousand chance of something going wrong, I can’t afford to gamble. Commander Liu, you have a family too. If your wife is pregnant and you still have to jump into the trenches, would you do it?”
Commander Liu choked.
Gu Beixiao took out a transfer order application from his pocket and slammed it on the table.
"I'm not here to beg you to release them, I'm here to inform you," Gu Beixiao said in a firm tone. "I've already contacted the Military Region's Literary and Art Federation. They need a creative officer, and you know Jingya's writing and painting skills. Once she goes there, she won't have to jump around; she can contribute to the army just by sitting down."
"You acted first and reported later!" Commander Liu was so angry that his beard trembled.
“Special cases require special handling.” Gu Beixiao saluted. “If the regimental commander doesn’t approve, then I’ll go to the political commissar and the commander. In any case, Jingya definitely can’t perform on this stage.”
The stalemate lasted for a full five minutes.
Looking at Gu Beixiao's nonchalant face, Commander Liu finally sighed helplessly, picked up his pen, and signed the application.
"You win." Commander Liu tossed the paper over. "But let me make this clear: you'll have to return her to me after she gives birth!"
"Definitely!" Gu Beixiao grabbed the transfer order, grinning like a fox who had stolen a chicken.
After hearing Gu Beixiao's "glorious deeds," Su Yue couldn't help but laugh.
"Well done." Su Yue looked at Chu Jingya. "The work at the Federation of Literary and Art Circles is easy and the environment is good. Most importantly, you can calm down and focus on your creative work. Who says you can only be an artist on stage? You can shine just as brightly behind the scenes."
Chu Jingya looked at the sketchbook in her hand, her fingertips gently stroking the paper.
The painting above depicts a sunset over an island.
With its smooth lines and interplay of light and shadow, this black and white pencil drawing seems to convey the saltiness of the sea breeze and the warmth of the sun.
“Actually… I’ve figured it out.” Chu Jingya turned a page. “I used to think that if I couldn’t dance anymore, I was a useless person. But these past few days, I’ve been resting at home during my pregnancy, drawing and writing lyrics, and I feel particularly calm. Before, I was on stage to perform for others, but now I’m on paper to draw for myself.”
She picked up a piece of paper from the side and handed it to Su Yue.
It's a song lyric.
The Island Keeper.
"Deep in the coconut grove, there's a house, and my love lives there. He holds a gun in his hand, while I sew clothes behind him..."
The language is not ornate; in fact, it is somewhat straightforward.
But as I read on, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.
That is the unique romance and dedication of military wives.
"It's really well written," Su Yue exclaimed sincerely.
"The editor-in-chief of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles saw it and said he plans to compose music for it as the closing song of this year's August 1st Gala." A shy yet proud blush appeared on Chu Jingya's face. "Although I can't dance on stage anymore, my song being performed on stage is another form of participation."
Gu Beixiao peeled an orange beside her and fed the peeled segments to Chu Jingya's mouth, his face full of pride: "That's right, my wife is a genius. She can bring peace to the world with her pen and conquer the world on horseback."
"Get lost, talking about determining fate! Go wash the clothes first," Chu Jingya said reproachfully, giving him a playful shove.
Gu Beixiao chuckled, stuffed the remaining oranges into his mouth, and happily ran off to continue washing clothes.
Watching the interaction between the two, Su Yue felt a warm glow in her heart.
That's right.
Life isn't for others to see; it's for your own comfort.
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