Chapter 512: Literary Female Soldier 2
As the commander spoke, the others began to talk about how they had not been home for many years and how they had become estranged from their children after returning home.
"We soldiers have to get used to living apart from our families."
"Yeah, we soldiers don't care about our country, so how can we have a family behind us? Just get used to it."
"I feel so sorry for my wife and children! I was fighting outside and haven't been home for eight years. My wife took care of my parents' funeral all by herself. When my child saw me, he didn't know who I was and asked his mother who this uncle was."
"You've only been here for eight years, but the commander hasn't been home for more than ten years."
The commander smiled and waved his hands. "Isn't it like this during the Anti-Japanese War? What's there to say? Stop talking. The performance is about to start. Let's watch the performance, listen to the songs, watch the dances, and relax."
Since it is a rehearsal, it is not a formal performance, but it is similar to a formal performance.
On the stage of the auditorium, the female literary and artistic soldiers were either singing, dancing, or making appearances. No matter if they were wearing Peking Opera costumes with heavy colors or military green uniforms without makeup, they all had slim figures and beautiful smiles. Although they were in the middle of winter, they made people feel the beauty of spring.
Others watched attentively and clapped from time to time to show their appreciation, but Lu Jiang's eyes were blank. His mind was full of the wedding scene, his wife's every smile and every move.
His wife is so beautiful that even if all the people on the stage were put together, they could not compare to one of her fingers.
What is peerless beauty? What is overwhelming beauty?
His wife is.
She had the most delicate eyebrows in the world, the most beautiful eyes, the most perky nose, the most perfect lips, and skin as white as snow and as smooth as a baby's. When she was sweating profusely under him, she was like a lake of autumn water, almost drowning him.
I'll see his wife tomorrow, and that nasty little fat guy.
Lu Jiang frowned. His joy at seeing his wife was almost ruined by what the little fat boy did. But he was a father after all, so he should be generous and forgive the little fat boy.
After a song was sung on the stage, Lu Jiang was awakened by the applause from the audience. He clapped his hands along, but in fact he had no idea what was being sung. Anyway, no one could tell that his mind had already drifted to his wife and children.
The audience is looking at the stage, and the audience is also looking at the audience, and they can take in everything that is happening below the stage.
When they got backstage, the female soldiers who were dancing with the dancers calmed their excited heartbeats and started chattering.
"Wow! The generals in the audience are so imposing, each one is as powerful as a dragon or a tiger!"
"How was my dance just now? How was it? Did I do anything wrong?"
"I really admire Bai Xue. She stood on the stage, under the spotlight of the crowd, and still sang calmly. She sang with more passion than usual. When I was dancing, I felt the passion surge in my heart."
When Bai Xue was mentioned, the female soldiers who were talking secretly looked at her who was removing her makeup and changing her clothes.
Bai Xue is the most beautiful flower in their art troupe.
Beautiful is not enough to describe her appearance. It should be said that she is stunningly beautiful. When she was in the capital, many children of high-ranking officials pursued her and pushed her to the position of the most beautiful woman.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Everyone in the art troupe was convinced and felt inferior in front of Bai Xue.
Who can blame her for having a good family background? Her grandfather was a veteran of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, her father and brother were both high-ranking officials in the capital, and she herself had a solid foundation in art. People like them who had gone through numerous selections to join the art troupe could not be compared with her.
(End of this chapter)