I still have to endure for another 27 days!
Lu Shiyan was going crazy just thinking about it.
He took a deep breath.
Gu Qingcheng glanced at him: "What's with that expression? You look a little unsatisfied."
Lu Shiyan looked at her with frustration and picked up Gu Qingcheng by the waist.
"It's okay. It's getting late. I'll carry you to take a bath."
Gu Qingcheng: ...
She herself can.
…
The days passed in an orderly manner. Jiang Aifang and Xu Zhisheng stayed on the island for a few more days and then returned to Guangcheng.
After all, their second daughter was also here. They hadn’t seen her for a long time and they missed her very much. Fortunately, they went to see her on the way.
Gu Qingcheng enjoys the feeding and care from his family every day. When he is at work, he hangs out in the art troupe. When there is work, he does it. When there is no work, he just listens to everyone chatting and is a law-abiding spectator.
In her increasingly dull life, Lu Fengfeng's affairs brought her a lot of fun.
After introducing Fu Jiali to her, Gu Qingcheng didn't care about the rest of the matters and let them develop their relationship on their own.
The relationship between the two is quite confusing, sometimes good and sometimes bad.
Often we would have eaten together yesterday, and the next day we would walk on opposite sides of the road, each one on their own side.
Without even looking at the other person.
Gu Qingcheng prefers to call it "fickle emotions."
I thought this leisurely life would continue until I went home for the New Year.
But accidents happen, and there are only 5 days left before the holiday.
There was a big news from the art troupe.
Guo Angzhi stood in the center early in the morning and only spoke after everyone had arrived.
"Comrades, just this morning, I received a message from the current head of the Song and Dance Troupe, head Jiang, who passed away at 4 a.m. today."
Everyone was stunned, especially those who had been in the art troupe for a long time and still remembered Director Jiang.
Speaking of Captain Jiang, his singing skills are well-known throughout the country and he has made great contributions to the art troupe.
"Captain Jiang passed away? So suddenly?"
"Alas! It's really unpredictable. Good people don't live long."
Guo Angzhi's eyelids drooped slightly, and his heart was filled with sorrow.
"Captain Jiang's funeral will be at 3 a.m. the day after tomorrow. If you can go to pay your respects, please do your best."
After Guo Angzhi told the news, he left dejectedly.
It is no exaggeration to say that everyone in the song and dance troupe, including Guo Angzhi, received guidance from the troupe leader named Jiang.
Even Yang Bolan, who usually shouted the most cheerfully, was in a bad mood.
She walked to Gu Qingcheng's side.
"Sister, are you going to pay your respects this time?"
Gu Qingcheng thought that although she didn't know the team leader named Jiang, it would be embarrassing if she didn't go out of courtesy.
She nodded: "Then let's go tomorrow night after get off work."
"Yeah, okay."
…
A few people made up their minds, and people like He Chunfang and Lu Fengfeng followed them.
Due to Captain Jiang's special status, there was a constant stream of people coming to the funeral to say goodbye to her.
Her posthumous photo was placed right in front of the coffin. On the photo, one could vaguely see what Captain Jiang looked like when he was young.
At this moment, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, showing compassion for everyone.
Each of them had discussed it in advance, and each of them brought a handful of noodles, a packet of biscuits, and a stack of toilet paper.
After all, the relationship is not too close, so the etiquette is in place.
To the front right of the coffin, kneeling was Captain Jiang’s only son. The young man was crying bitterly and could only speak with a choked voice.
"Thank you for coming to pay your respects to my mother."
Gu Qingcheng and several others took the incense sticks one by one and inserted them into the ashtray in front of them to express their respect.
"Let's go." Lu Fengfeng patted Gu Qingcheng's shoulder.
The atmosphere at the funeral was too heavy, and Gu Qingcheng was still pregnant, so Lu Fengfeng was worried that it would affect her mood.
Gu Qingcheng nodded slightly, while Yang Bolan and He Chunfang lowered their heads without saying a word.
If it were any other time, he would have started talking as soon as he opened his mouth.
It wasn't until they walked outside that Yang Bolan sat on the ground and looked at Lu Fengfeng.
"Do you know why I always want to be first?"
"Who knows you!" Lu Fengfeng was not in a good mood towards Yang Bolan. She always felt that Yang Bolan's nature was hard to change.
Even though his attitude seems good now, who knows if he is just pretending?
Sooner or later the fox's tail will be exposed.
Even though he was criticized, Yang Bolan was not angry and just continued talking to himself.
"I still remember that when I first joined the art troupe, I didn't sing very well and didn't understand a lot of things. I felt very inferior at the time and was afraid that I would be kicked out and beaten up again when I got home."
"I studied very hard every day, but I didn't make any progress. At that time, it was Captain Jiang."
"It was Captain Jiang. She encouraged me, helped me, guided me, and enlightened me every day. I gradually understood the principles of entry."
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