Chapter 89 Zhao Dongmei!
The Youth League Committee spoke earnestly: "Captain Huang is telling you the truth. Xiao Wen is the wife of Northwest Ace Huo Jingyuan, and her father is Minister Jiang of the Beijing Military Region.
Xiao Yu is a talent trained by us as the dean.
Didn't they delay your art troupe when they came here? "
Hearing this, Huang Qian fell silent.
She only knew that the Northwest Military Region Hospital sent two representatives to perform on stage, but she didn't expect that their status in the Northwest Military Region was so high.
"Just pretend I didn't say that."
When Wen Ci and Yu Qing walked off the stage, Huang Qian praised them without hesitation: "You two performed very well on stage. You will be the finale performer tomorrow."
"OK."
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In the afternoon, Wen Ci and Yu Qing rehearsed again. Under the scorching sun, they were sweating profusely, and the backs of their sleeves were slightly dirty.
There was no water sleeve dance program in this Northwest tour. The water sleeve costume was placed at the bottom of the box and was not washed in time, so it is a little dirty.
"Leave your clothes here and we will wash them." said the logistics department.
Wen Ci blinked and asked, "What should we wear on stage tomorrow?"
"We have two more water sleeve suits that are exactly the same, but they might have a little more wood taste."
Between the smell of sweat and the smell of wood, Wen Ci chose the smell of wood without a second thought, and said with a gentle smile: "Thank you so much for your help."
"It doesn't matter."
After the rehearsal, Wen Ci and Yu Qing went home.
Since the arrival of a new batch of family members, the family compound has become extremely lively. Downstairs of every building, there are family members accompanying the troops chatting and passing the time.
When Wen Ci passed by, she saw a 28-bar bicycle parked in the yard downstairs from Sister Zhu Jing's building. Curiosity made her want to know who won the first place in Devil Week.
In the crowd, Zhao Dongmei listened to the flattery of the people around her, and her face was full of smiles: "No way, when my Qin Jin is promoted to battalion commander, I will treat everyone to a meal."
Hear the name 'Qin Jin' again.
Wen Ci suddenly remembered that she was the one who stabbed Huo Jingyuan with a knife. Her eyes fell on Zhao Dongmei with frost, and her face became visibly gloomy.
"Sister Dongmei, are you going to ride this bike by yourself?"
Suddenly, Zhao Dongmei in the crowd seemed to see Wen Ci's figure, and her voice became louder, and she said calmly: "The Northwest Military Region is so small, will the bicycle be useful?
It would be better to take it to Haicheng and sell it.
I heard it could be sold for quite a bit of money.”
Especially when she mentioned the word "sell", Zhao Dongmei emphasized her tone, as if she was deliberately provoking Wen Ci in front of her.
Wen Ci was immersed in anger and didn't hear what Zhao Dongmei said. After a while, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed her emotions.
Don't bother with Zhao Dongmei because of her deceased husband.
Just as she was about to leave, Zhu Jing saw her and shouted enthusiastically, "Sister Wen Ci, I heard that you went to the next-door military camp for rehearsal?"
"Uh-huh."
Wen Ci curved his eyes, walked over to greet them, and then said bluntly: "I'm a little tired, I plan to go back and rest, and talk to you another day!"
Zhu Jing didn't force him to stay, and asked, "Does the water sleeve dress look good?"
Sister Jing had asked herself what a water-sleeved dress looked like before.
At that time, I promised to show her the first piece of clothing I bought, but the road was blocked and I couldn't take the long-sleeved clothing from the art troupe home.
Wen Ci nodded and replied, "It's great. You'll be able to see it tomorrow when I go on stage to perform."
"come on!"
(End of this chapter)