Chapter 67 Disbanding the Art Troupe
Chang Jia's words were like a warm current, slowly sliding into Lin Jianqiu's heart.
"Brother Jia..."
Seeing Lin Jianqiu's eyes flushed, Chang Jia rubbed her head and said.
"Jian Qiu, I don't dislike you, nor do I not love you. It's just that I don't like the so-called etiquette and rules you talk about."
This time, Chang Jia did not dodge, but naturally pulled Lin Jianqiu's hand.
The two sat down on the chairs, and Chang Jia spoke slowly.
"Now is a new era, a new society. It's different from the past. You don't need to keep following those rules."
All that bullshit about husband being the most important person in the world, go to hell.
Lin Jianqiu's hand, held by Chang Jia, trembled slightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palm.
But Chang Jia smiled faintly, as if he was holding some treasure.
Lin Jianqiu wanted to say something else, but when she looked into Chang Jia's eyes, she couldn't say anything.
In Chang Jia's heart, as long as she is willing to make changes, things will be different.
The relationship between the two heated up quickly, and Su Tang and Lu Xiao saw it and were very happy.
However, on this day, Su Tang heard bad news from Lin Qian.
"The camp is disbanding the art troupe?"
Su Tang saw Lin Qian sobbing and didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.
She silently poured out half a cup of warm water from the enamel pot, with the red words "Serve the People" printed on the wall of the cup.
Lin Qian's hand, clutching the enamel cup, was shaking. She didn't even feel the scalding water splashing onto her palms. "The instructor said it this morning, saying that we are just corrupted music..."
She suddenly collapsed and buried her face in her arms, and the army green dacron sleeves soon showed dark water stains.
"We're going to be laid off next month, and I'm even registered here. Where can I go back to?"
“Could it be a temporary adjustment?”
Su Tang himself felt that this statement was not confident. Wasn’t the group dance activity of the female workers in the textile factory suddenly stopped last month?
Lin Qian raised her head suddenly, her eyes swollen like peaches: "Sister Su Tang, I'm scared..."
The second half of the sentence was not finished, but both of them understood.
Su Tang also felt heavy in his heart, as if a huge rock was pressing on him.
She sat next to Lin Qian and patted her on the back: "Qianqian, don't cry yet...it's not worth it to hurt yourself crying...maybe...maybe there's a way out."
Didn’t the activity just stop without even a splash?
"Turn around?"
Lin Qian suddenly raised her tearful face, her eyes swollen to the point of only two slits, and looked at Su Tang in despair.
"The instructor said it this morning! It's set in stone! Sister Su Tang... There's nothing wrong with the disbanding of the art troupe, it's mainly because I'm scared..."
The rest of the words were blocked by the surging tears, and only sobs remained.
After being laid off, you will be like a rootless duckweed.
The only sound left in the dormitory was Lin Qian's suppressed, intermittent crying.
Su Tang was extremely confused and didn't know what to do when the door was pushed open with a creak.
Lu Xiao's tall figure appeared at the door, carrying the cool autumn air from outside.
He frowned slightly, his eyes swept over Lin Qian who was crying, and fell on Su Tang's worried face.
"Are they all here?"
Lu Xiao's voice was not loud, but it was like a stone hitting the water, choking Lin Qian's crying.
"The news spreads fast. The higher-ups are carrying out a massive rectification campaign, and your art troupe... well, you've been caught in the crossfire."
"The document just came down from above."
Lu Xiao walked to Su Tang with a heavy tone.
"But Lin Qian, you don't have to worry too much. Perhaps there will be a turning point."
He thought about it and decided not to tell the truth to Su Tang.
In fact, Su Tang will also be affected by this incident.
But she works in a hospital now and is his daughter-in-law, so she is not as affected as Lin Qian.
Su Tang subconsciously clutched the corner of Lu Xiao's clothes, and she looked up at her husband's angular profile.
"land……"
"You are Su Tang's friend, I will help you."
Lin Qian was interrupted by Lu Xiao before she could finish her words.
Although this incident was a bit sudden, it had been rumored before.
Su Tang was just about to ask Lu Xiao what the so-called turning point was when hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside.
Before she could react, Chang Jia rushed in, pushing the door open.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he said with a heavy breath: "Jian Qiu just heard the news that there was a commotion in the art troupe."
Lu Xiao frowned even more tightly, turned around and walked out without saying a word.
Even Lu Xiao is so anxious, this is really terrible.
So she hurried to catch up with Lu Xiao.
Su Tang and Lin Qian almost trotted behind Lu Xiao, and Chang Jia also followed quickly.
When they arrived at the compound where the art troupe was located, they could hear noisy sounds from afar.
When I pushed open the door, it was a mess inside, with dozens of girls in military uniforms gathered together.
Some people wiped tears with red eyes, some spoke at the top of their voices, and a few were so emotional that they sat on the ground and burst into tears.
I don’t know who was standing in the crowd, his face was pale, and when he saw Chang Jia and Lu Xiao coming, he seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw.
A man ran over in a panic, grabbed Lu Xiao's sleeve and said, "Someone took the prop knife used in rehearsal and said they want to settle the score with the instructor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted, "She's in!"
Su Tang stood on tiptoe to look, and saw that Xiao Zhou, who had pigtails, had her hat worn crookedly. She ran to the instructor's office angrily.
The usually lively little girl had red eyes from crying, and the hairpin in her hair fell to the ground at some point and was stepped on and broken.
"Everyone, don't be impulsive!"
Lu Xiao tried to break free, but was surrounded.
The tall Wang Fang knelt down, grabbed the corner of his clothes and cried, "I've been in the art troupe since I was a child, and all I know is dancing! Now that it's disbanded, what am I going to do?"
Short-haired Xiao Chen also collapsed beside Lin Qian, crying and begging Su Tang: "Sister Su, please think of a solution quickly!"
Lin Qian was almost dragged down. Just as Su Tang supported her, he heard a loud noise.
The instructor's roar could be heard from the office: "You dare to talk back after doing all this fancy stuff?"
Chang Jia stamped his feet anxiously: "This is bad, something bad is definitely going to happen!"
Lu Xiao's face darkened and he pushed the crowd away and rushed forward.
Su Tang pulled Lin Qian to follow him, and as soon as they opened the door, they smelled a strong scent of tea.
The room was littered with performance costumes, the floor was covered with broken enamel pots, brown tea was flowing through the cracks in the bricks, and even the portraits hanging on the wall were crooked.
The instructor's face flushed, his chest heaving violently, and he pointed at Xiao Zhou who was trembling in the corner.
"This is outrageous! Threatening your superiors with a prop knife? Are you trying to start a conflict?"
Xiao Zhou bit his lip, tears falling to the ground. Suddenly, he raised his wooden sword and shouted, "We did nothing wrong! Every performance is to encourage the soldiers!"
"Will arguing now solve the problem? The document clearly states the rectification. If you don't want to be punished, calm down first!"
These words made the girls stop sobbing, but Xiao Zhou still stiffened his neck and stared at the instructor with red eyes.
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