Meng Qinghai was so angry that he slammed the table, "What right do you have to laugh! Whenever someone makes a fool of themselves, you should go and clean the toilet. Learn from Dongzi, you are all screwed."
The other people looked at Wei Dong, who had no expression on his face. How could it be the same? Wei Dong had been a soldier for so many years, and he always frowned when he watched a performance, as if he owed him a thousand or eight hundred.
Wei Dong: "Report, can I apply not to go?" It would be better to go home and talk to Lian Yuqing than to watch a boring performance all night.
Meng Qinghai's face turned green, as if he had been slapped in the face. "Wei Dong, you are no good! Anyone who dares not go tonight will be punished by military law!"
Others: "..." Except for the pervert Wei Dong, who would not go to watch the performance of the art troupe?
"The art troupe is performing?" Lian Yuqing put down his chopsticks. "Can I go and watch?"
Since we are in this era, we should experience as much as possible.
"cannot."
"Ha..." She felt a little disappointed. She had thought that today was the weekend and she could watch it.
Wei Dong put a piece of meat into her bowl and said, "There's nothing good to see. It's the same every year. It makes me sleepy."
If other soldiers heard it, they would definitely curse: Wei Dong, you are not a human being!
"No, what you think is boring must be interesting." She said, you are born to be rebellious, right?
The performance was about to begin. Liu Jiali said to the woman who was playing with her hair in front of the mirror, "Captain Wei is sitting in the middle of the second row."
Yang Mei's beautiful face looked disdainful: "How can I not charm him with my appearance?"
Liu Jiali smiled awkwardly.
As soon as the curtain opened and the lights came on, deafening applause came from below. The female soldiers on the stage held their heads high, raised their standard smiles, and performed every movement in a standard manner.
Xu looked at the big Buddha statue beside him, which had not moved since he sat down, and couldn't help but wonder: "Are you really not interested?"
"Look at the one in the middle, the girl from the art troupe is really pretty. From this perspective, she's actually no worse than your wife."
The people around him finally responded. Wei Dong glanced at the female comrade dancing alone in the center of the stage and said seriously, "No, Lian Yuqing is prettier than her."
"Haha." Xu Xu was speechless. This guy answered the question more seriously than reporting his work. "Okay, okay, your wife is the most beautiful in China, right?"
The soldiers sitting in the back also joined in the fun, clinging to the shoulders of the two battalion commanders, "Yiying, we in Weiying dare not look or say anything recklessly, or we will be slapped in the face."
This is not a random story. Once, Lian Yuqing and Wei Dong were joking and accidentally scratched two bloody marks on his face. The next day, the news spread throughout the army, and Wei Yanwang was punished by his wife.
Wei Dong tilted his head slightly, his eyes sharp, and asked sinisterly: "Do you want to run with your back or do push-ups?"
The soldier withdrew his hand awkwardly: "I choose to watch the show, hehe, watch the show."
"Ten kilometers a day."
After the soldier sat back in his seat, he slapped himself in the face and called him a bad-mouthed person!
During the curtain call, Yang Mei looked back at the man sitting in the middle. He had a straight posture and a stern face under the brim of his hat. He was more attractive than the other soldiers.
After the performance, people from each camp left in an orderly manner.
Xu Xu and Wei Dong were about to go back to their family compound. Seeing that Pan Yuecheng hadn't left, they asked, "Why isn't Old Pan leaving?"
"Wait for someone."
The man who was speaking, Pan Yuecheng and others were gone.
The girl running over from a distance was none other than Yang Mei, the member of the art troupe who had just shone brightly on the stage.
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