After the original owner was rescued, he was sad for a long time.
Maybe he was afraid that she would be sad when she thought about it.
Gu Cheng changed the subject: "Yiyi, the military art troupe will be coming to our military region for a performance in the middle of the month. They have a special recruitment this year. Do you want to try out?"
Song Yiyi put down her chopsticks and asked, "Special recruitment?"
Gu Cheng nodded, "I know their leader. He was also at the last social gathering and came to me on his own initiative. He wanted you to apply for the selection."
He was out on the day of the fraternity party.
He didn't come back for the second half.
I didn’t know that Cen Yue danced with Yi Yi.
It was because of this dance that the director of the military art troupe came up with the idea of finding a new face for the troupe.
The acting leader was very direct: "Brother Gu, to be honest, our group is in great need of people like your sister."
Putting aside other things, the group felt that the confidence and sunshine that Song Yiyi exuded when she danced that day was enough.
When there are such people, the atmosphere in the group will change.
Gu Chengze refused at the time, "My sister has no dance foundation and is not suitable for the group."
The main reason was that he took into consideration that soldiers had to travel around and go to the countryside, where they would inevitably suffer hardships.
Dai Tuan persisted, "It doesn't matter if you don't have a foundation. You can learn slowly after you come here! Brother Gu, don't make the decision on your own. Go back and ask your sister herself."
"Well, we have a performance in the middle of the month. Bring your sister over and watch it first. We'll talk after you're done."
Only then did Gu Chengze decide to mention it to Song Yiyi.
Song Yiyi asked: "How is the division of labor in their group?"
She had only seen this name in novels.
Song Yiyi's impression of the art troupe is still that it is full of women scheming against each other every day.
Don't blame her for being stereotyped.
The main thing is that every time the heroine arrives at this place, she immediately shows off her talents to suppress those who mock her.
Most of them are very curry, and after currying others, they will curry themselves.
In the end, you will debut as a singer or artist.
Gu Chengze thought for a moment and replied, "I heard from the delegation that they have about a hundred people, divided into five teams. As for the specific classification, I really don't know. Otherwise, I will ask the delegation when I see him."
"Chorus, dance team, band, folk art troupe, stage design team."
As soon as Gu Chengze finished speaking, Cen Yue added, "There's also a creative team. There's also an administrator, clerk, accountant, military doctor, driver, and other logistics."
Song Yiyi's jaw dropped in shock, and her eyes fell on Cen Yue suspiciously, "How do you know so clearly?"
There are only women in there. Cen Yue is really not serious.
It seems that he always looks where there are more flowers.
Cen Yue gave her a cold look.
Cai Mengjun said softly, "Your mother-in-law used to be the band leader."
Cen Yue lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "She almost became the head of the military art troupe."
There was a strange atmosphere in the room.
Gu Cheng looked at Song Yiyi and said with a smile, "There will be a performance in two days. Big brother will take you to see it. You can learn about it first. There is no rush."
Song Yiyi nodded, "Okay."
This was quite different from the job she had imagined, and Song Yiyi was actually reluctant about it.
The job she originally wanted Cen Yue to promise her was the kind of office logistics job, where she could just relax every day, drink tea, read newspapers, and chat, and the day would pass by in a hurry.
But she didn't dare say it out loud, for fear that everyone would think she was daydreaming.
After all, jobs like that are bound to be in high demand.
It's never her turn.
After dinner, Gu Cheng took out the red envelope he had prepared.
As the eldest brother, he naturally had to express his gratitude when his sister and her husband came back to visit.
In front of Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun, Cen Yue pretended to be very well-behaved: "Thank you, big brother."
Gu Chengze couldn't stand him being like this.
Cen Yue's expression was calm, as if he had no idea that he had disgusted others.
He also politely saw Gu Chengze out.
Follow behind and tell him to slow down.
Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun were both very pleased, though a little belatedly aware of the situation.
It turns out that when a good brother marries his sister, the relationship between brothers will be strengthened!
That's good too.
As soon as Gu Chengze left, Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun took out a lot of things.
After wiping the square table clean, place a red cloth on it.
Song Yiyi was confused: "Mom, what is this for?"
Looking at the incense, candles, paper money and gold ingots being placed on it one by one, Song Yiyi shut up tactfully.
Cai Mengjun said softly, "Yiyi, tomorrow morning, go with Ah Yue to see your mother-in-law and tell her about your marriage. She will definitely be very happy if she knows."
Song Yiyi guessed it and nodded seriously, "Okay."
After packing these, Song Minghui took out a few pairs of red socks.
You can tell by the size that some are for her and some are for Cen Yue.
"Wear it when you go tomorrow."
Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun arranged everything very well, and also prepared the wine, drinks and pastries.
They just need to take it with them tomorrow.
Before leaving, Song Minghui stuffed another thick red envelope into Cen Yue's hand.
Cen Yue wanted to refuse, but Song Minghui's tone brooked no refusal: "Take it. This is courtesy, and courtesy cannot be broken."
Song Yiyi looked at it eagerly, "Where's mine?"
"Go out of our house." Song Minghui pointed outside.
Song Yiyi added: "I made a wish to the northwest wind? I opened my mouth wide and everything came true."
Song Minghui was so angry that she laughed. She shook her head helplessly, "You'll never grow up!"
She was holding onto the bicycle and was about to get on it when Song Minghui ran out again.
"Yiyi, check if this is yours and take it back."
Song Yiyi took the notebook from Song Minghui's hand, opened it and saw that it was full of writing.
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