Chapter 42 This is kneeling down

Old Song didn't waste any time and drove the carriage to the county town. 簩

When they arrived at the gate of the art troupe, they found that they had arrived too early and there were not many people.

Song Yu Nuan was holding a large teacup, the kind with a white ceramic surface and big red characters.

It was wrapped in a towel and filled with honeysuckle water.

As people came in one after another, Song Yu Nuan and the other two stood out.

The main reason was that Xiao Asheng had two patches on his knees. Even though the stitches were fine, they could be seen at once.

Song Ting had specially packed up today, but her clothes were not new, she was not wearing leather shoes, and she was not wearing a gauze scarf. Compared with these city girls in front of her, she was definitely a little worse.

Even Song Yunuan didn't wear leather shoes or a scarf, mainly because she felt that scarves were too tacky and leather shoes rubbed her feet, and they were really not as comfortable as the cloth shoes her mother made for her. 簩

Moreover, they were all accompanied by adults.

These adults looked like either cadres or workers.

A short-haired girl asked directly: "What do you do?"

Song Yunuan: "I'm here for an interview."

The group of people were originally in a competitive relationship, and now they all stared at each other.

"We don't recruit temporary workers here, did you go to the wrong place?"

Song Yunuan glanced at the dozens of girls, well, they were destined to be fucked by the little aunt, so she didn't get angry. 簩

Otherwise, if they quarreled, it would be bad for the little aunt.

Ah Sheng immediately shouted, "My aunt is here to interview for a position in the art troupe. We've come to the right place."

Dozens of people started chattering.

Some were curious, some were contemptuous, and some were wary. Anyway, their emotions were quite complicated.

Then, more than a hundred people came one after another.

Just at this moment, the door of the art troupe opened, and a group of people outside hurriedly said, "Are you all here to register? Come in quickly. The interview will be held in the rehearsal room."

Song Yunuan was about to follow the crowd in when she saw Zhao Li walking quickly towards them not far away.

Zhao Li, carrying a canvas bag, took Song Yunuan and a few others to the other side where there were fewer people. She opened the paper bag, and inside was a steaming big steamed dumpling.

Song Yu Nuan did not refuse. Song Ting could not eat. She held the big teacup and thanked Zhao Li shyly.

She was surprised. How could this niece and Zhao Jie know each other so well?

But they had eaten noodles in the morning, so they each ate one and stuffed the rest into their shoulder bag.

Zhao Li was still worried that Xiao Nuan would pay for it because she was afraid that she would lose money. She never thought that the child would just take it and eat it. Zhao Li was really happy, with a smile on her face. She went to praise Song Ting: "Let's not talk about anything else. Just look at your image. You are at least in the top ten among these people. Don't have any burdens. Sing freely. I heard that typhoon is also very important..."

So, she followed the crowd and told Song Ting a lot of things she had found out.

It is said that there are only two hours to register, and it will end before 10 noon.簩

Even so, there are more than a hundred people, and they have been screened.

So many people, and they are all related, who will go first and who will go last?

So, draw lots to decide.

Song Yu Nuan thought she was the little red hand, and excitedly drew the last place!

She looked at the note suspiciously, and looked at the staff suspiciously.

The staff laughed, and the little girl looked so cute when she doubted them.

"Little girl, this is not fake, how can I know which one you will catch, right?"簩

Since she is the last one, it may be afternoon.

Zhao Li told Song Ting not to be nervous, and not to feel pressured whether she sang well or badly, just come here to have fun, and treat those judges and audiences as cabbages...

Song Yu Nuan asked Sister Zhao to go back to work, and not to worry about this. If there is good news, she will promise to tell her first.

The interviewees were waiting in the rehearsal room, and then they were interviewed one by one in a small conference room.

The first girl was called in.

She suddenly envied the last person.

There were chairs in the rehearsal room, and Song Yu Nuan, Song Ting and A Sheng sat in the front. Many people looked at her with special attention. 簩

An hour passed quickly, and the staff there came over to tell Song Ting that even though she was the last one in line, she should not leave, and she would probably be done before one o'clock.

The water in the teapot was cold, so Song Yu Nuan replaced it with hot water. Song Ting just moistened her throat, and she didn't dare to drink it.

When it was finally Song Ting's turn and the last few people, the judges were very tired.

Zuo Shanhong, the deputy director and the villain on the list, said, "I think the ones behind are in trouble. Can they recognize the musical notation? I'm afraid their academic qualifications are fake?"

He has a mission to accomplish, and he has to create some conflicts when he has nothing to do, otherwise he will be reprimanded by the leader for his unsatisfactory performance.

He then looked at Gu Chunlin, the director of the art troupe sitting next to him, and said, "Old Gu, there are more than ten good seedlings in front, and all the leaders are hungry and tired. Let's end it here..."

Old Gu shook his head, "No, we must ensure fairness." But then he said, "It's actually very unfair for the ones behind. They are not allowed to come in. Isn't that too much?"

The others agreed.

There is not much time left until the last half hour.

Song Yu Nuan and the others were waiting in the back, and there were many current actors of the art troupe standing with them.

Someone said, "Children are not allowed to enter."

Song Yu Nuan said, "We are here with my sister-in-law, and we promise not to disturb the order."

The man couldn't say anything, because although there were no children in the corridor at that time, there were many parents.

There was also an old lady with white hair, who glared at the staff and told him not to make noise.

Song Ting finally stood in the conference room.

She was the last one.

The judges and leaders in the conference room were obviously relieved.

First, they asked Song Ting to introduce herself and gave her a five-line score to hum.

Many actors from the art troupe standing in the corridor came in, stood in the corner, and looked at Song Ting standing in the middle with a smile.

Lao Gu wanted to chase the group out, but Zuo Shanhong said, "Don't chase them. There will be a lot of people under the stage. If everyone is afraid, then don't compete. Go home."

Song Ting's voice trembled slightly: "I want to compete, I won't go home."

She didn't want to disappoint Xiao Nuan's kindness.

Someone laughed: "The voice is shaking, as if the radio speaker has poor contact."

Song Yu Nuan stood at the door and looked at the long-faced actress who laughed at Xiao Gu. She didn't know who she was, but her words were too unpleasant.

Xiao Gu came here for the first time, so it's impossible to offend her.

A female comrade in the crowd said, "Shut up!"

"I didn't say that..."

Suddenly, a melodious humming sounded.

This voice, even with a slight tremor, was melodious, clear and bright.

Lao Gu's eyes widened, and he lowered his head to look at the information.

Song Ting, a member of Erdaohe Village, Kuihua Commune.

Lao Gu said in a gentle voice: "We have tried singing the five-line score. Now you can sing the song you want to sing."

Song Ting bowed: "Leaders, the song I will sing next is Embroidered Golden Plaque!"

Lao Gu smiled and encouraged: "Sing boldly, don't be nervous."

After a few breaths, a high, melodious and emotional voice slowly sounded: "... In the first month of the year, the Lantern Festival is celebrated, and the golden plaque is embroidered..." As soon as

this sound came out, the whole place was silent.

This is kneeling with your mouth open! ! !