Su Yan called out, "Mom, you're here, come and sit down!" After that, she bent down and put the cloth bag on the chair on herself.
"Madam Fu, my daughter-in-law is indeed very beautiful. Not only is she pretty, she also cooks delicious food and is also very filial.
She worked so hard to carry the chair all the way here, and if it were me, I wouldn't give in either. If she said anything unpleasant, please forgive her. She's only eighteen, so she's still young."
Qin Siyan is four or five years older than my wife. She dresses herself up all day long. Doesn’t she even have time to move a chair?
She works in a soap factory and lives on the farm. She lives so close to home but she doesn't go back to get a chair. Isn't that lazy?
Luo Sufen was truly a fool. She was several years older than her, yet she had the nerve to get angry with a child. Wasn't she relying on her status as Mrs. Fu to imitate her husband's official rhetoric?
When Lu Ting saw his mother coming, no one dared to bully his wife. He said a few words and walked away with a smile.
Qin Siyan didn't dare to offend Hua Min. She smiled awkwardly and walked away with the child. Luo Sufen also sat back in her seat.
After a while, Jiang Lingling also came over with a bag of wool. Su Yan was embarrassed when she saw it. Did her mother and mother-in-law make an appointment to knit sweaters together or to watch a show?
If she had known this would happen, she would have taken out the sweater she had knitted for Lu Ting and continued knitting.
"Mother-in-law, Yanyan, you are here so early?"
"Mom, please sit down. The show will start in half an hour."
Jiang Lingling asked, "Whose kettle is that on the chair?"
"Ours, Mom, give it to me and I'll hang it on myself."
"Forget it, just put it at my feet. It's too heavy to carry on my body."
Jiang Lingling put the kettle filled with sour plum soup at her feet and sat down. Hua Min asked Su Yan to hold a bag of things and quickly persuaded her to put it down.
"Yan Yan, what are you holding? It's so heavy, just put it on the ground. The cloth bag will be clean after washing it."
"Mom, this is a bag of food, you'd better keep it with you."
Su Yan wasn't used to putting things on the ground and then putting them over her shoulders. Since she had nothing else on her, she could just hold it! She could hang the kettle from the handlebars of her bicycle and take it back to wash it later.
The show hadn't started yet, and there was nothing to do. Su Yan took out three big red apples from the bag and said, "Mom, you guys eat the apples."
Su Yan gave each of them an apple. Hua Min put the apple directly in her pocket, and Jiang Lingling took the apple and started to eat it.
Su Yan thought that her mother-in-law might want to leave the apple for Lu Jin to eat when she got home, so she took another apple out of the bag and gave it to her.
"Mom, hurry up and eat. By the way, why didn't Lu Jin come over?"
Hua Min took the apple, rubbed it on her clothes, and began to chew it. "Xiao Jin said she'd read at home and go for a walk in the mountains when she had some free time. I don't know where that kid found a copy of 'Compendium of Materia Medica', but he brings it up the mountain every day. I wonder what he's thinking?"
"Mom, does Lu Jin want to study medicine?"
"He didn't say he wanted to study medicine. He said he wanted to apply to an agricultural university."
Applying to an agricultural university? Could he be planning to learn how to grow herbs? He was incredibly hardworking, though. Even with all the action going on today, he hadn't even thought of coming over to play.
Lu Jin, a Tu ethnic student, is reviewing her books. She graduated from university many years ago in her previous life and has returned all the knowledge in the textbooks to her teachers. Can she really get into university without reviewing seriously?
No, she needs to read the political textbook for another hour tonight. If she doesn’t get into college, how can she get a good job in the future?
Although she has enough money and food to eat, she is still young. If she doesn't work hard, will she really just sit back and wait for death?
Life may be great or small, but life is wonderful because of struggle. Life never stops and struggle never ends. No one can stop her from moving forward. She wants to be a college student that makes her parents proud.
Su Yan was distracted while chewing an apple. After Hua Min and Jiang Lingling finished their apples, they started chatting about knitting techniques: twist needle, phoenix tail needle, fish bone needle, ball needle, dog tooth needle...
She was so miserable that she could only knit plain stitches and up-and-down stitches. She went back to the warehouse to look for books on knitting sweaters. After learning how to do it, she would knit a little woolen skirt for her future daughter.
More than 10,000 officers and soldiers had already taken their seats, and the leaders had also taken the judges' seats. As the curtain opened, the male and female announcers came out.
"Mom, look at that person on the stage wearing a green military uniform and a military cap. Is that Gu Li?"
"Yes, it's her. Captain Kong asked her to replace Ye Yao. I don't know if she can do a good job as the announcer."
Su Yan watched her mother-in-law staring blankly at the newly built stage, and thought to herself, after all, she had raised Gu Li for so many years, and even though her mother-in-law said she was annoyed by her, she must still be worried about her, otherwise she wouldn't have taken half a day off today to come and watch the show.
Fortunately, she was still clear-headed. Even if she had some thoughts in her mind, she did not take the initiative to look for Gu Li. She had always been very restrained in her emotions and kept everything in her heart.
Jiang Lingling was very tactful. She glanced at the stage, then lowered her head and continued knitting the sweater in her hands.
At the beginning, each of the two hosts sang a verse praising the beauty of the motherland, and then invited Confucius to speak.
Director Kong gave a long speech, announced the official start of the National Day art performance, and then went down to sit in the judges' seat.
The show started with a chorus of "Singing the Motherland". All the actors in the art troupe on the stage were singing, as were the officers and soldiers in the audience. The loud singing of tens of thousands of people made people's blood boil, and Su Yan couldn't help but hum along with them.
She originally planned to crack some melon seeds, but after watching so many shows, she even forgot to crack them.
Su Yan also had to admit that although Gu Li's mind was a little small, he was still good at hosting, at least his stage presence was really good.
In terms of professionalism, the male announcer is more superior. The young man is eloquent and good at speaking, and he is also good at livening up the atmosphere.
The officers and soldiers below were in high spirits. When they were singing, some of them even stood up and took the lead in singing even though their voices were hoarse.
Hua Min suddenly asked Su Yan, "Yan Yan, can you sing and dance?"
Jiang Lingling immediately became interested when she heard this. "My daughter is so weak and doesn't study hard, but she's excellent in the arts. She's the arts committee member of her class and always leads the dance in the school's arts performance. She's known as the "little lark with a golden voice."
Little lark with a golden voice? Are you sure you're talking about her?
Su Yan thought carefully about how her original self had lived through the years. It was said that students should develop in an all-round way in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor. The original owner was not good at studying because she was seriously unbalanced in her studies, and her unbalanced subjects were morality and beauty. She had good moral character and good artistic aesthetics.
"Really? That's great. The military wives will have an interactive program later. Yanyan, you can go up and perform one too." Hua Min looked at Su Yan with a wolfish look in his eyes.
Jiang Lingling also joined in the fun, "Yan Yan, go up and show them your skills later, don't embarrass us military wives."
Performance?
What are you performing?
The original owner hadn't practiced dancing for many years, and it seemed like she hadn't danced since she entered high school.
Sing?
She can't remember the lyrics to many old songs. How can she sing them?
Should she perform a chest-breaking rock performance, or the Chinese martial arts Taishan top-pressing technique? Or perhaps a Northeastern Errenzhuan performance, or a stand-up comedy routine?
She can perform monkey tricks, but she doesn’t know if Gu Li will cooperate?
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