8000 Nutrient Solution Bonus Chapter: The Art Troupe's Genius (Part 4...)
Chapter 38
Zhao Yueru was stunned for a moment by the question. She thought for a long time and finally shook her head, "I don't need your help."
"You just need to be nice to Yingying."
Song Fenfang gave her a deep look, "Child, thank you."
Zhao Yueru shook her head as she watched Song Fenfang leave.
After Song Fenfang left, Aunt Meng waited for her at the door. She didn't even go inside the Meng family's house; she was too embarrassed and ashamed.
As soon as Song Fenfang came out, Aunt Meng saw her and remained silent for a long time.
"fragrance."
It wasn't until Song Fenfang was about to leave that Aunt Meng suddenly called out.
Song Fenfang stopped and turned to look at Aunt Meng. It took her a while to recognize her. "Zhang Yulan?"
She didn't call her sister-in-law.
From the moment Uncle Meng started bullying Meng Yingying, she stopped treating these people as relatives.
Aunt Meng gave a bitter smile. "It's me."
She stared intently at Song Fenfang's face. "Twenty years have passed, and you haven't changed at all."
Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to Song Fenfang; she only has fine lines around her eyes, but her face is still as beautiful and radiant as it was in her youth.
Song Fenfang gave a slight smirk. "I'm getting old."
How can one not age?
The children have all grown up.
She seemed to have no interest in getting acquainted with Aunt Meng and turned to leave.
Aunt Meng suddenly called out to her, "Fenfang, back then you told me that Old Man Meng wasn't a good person, and I even scolded you then."
"sorry."
It took her more than twenty years to see the truth of this matter.
Song Fenfang paused, but without turning her head, she said, "No need."
There's no need to apologize.
Because we're not on the same path anyway.
This made Aunt Meng feel extremely bitter. Meng Dunzi, who was next to her, called out to her, "Mom, let's go."
Aunt Meng hummed in agreement, but she couldn't bear to leave. Instead, she watched Song Fenfang's departing figure and said to Meng Dunzi, "Dunzi, do you think some people are born extraordinary?"
For women in Mengjiatun, whether children or adults, it is really difficult to break free from their fate.
But for Song Fenfang, it was a piece of cake.
Even her daughter, Meng Yingying, was one of them.
What is unattainable for them is easy for them.
Meng Dunzi was unable to answer Aunt Meng.
He looked at the birds soaring high, thought for a moment, and said, "Mother, some people are born with wings, while we are not."
That's all.
Song Fenfang's arrival and departure cast a shadow over Mengjiatun.
However, there was one advantage: from that day on, Uncle Meng no longer needed to carry a pig-slaughtering knife to bed.
Song Fenfang only came once, but everyone in Mengjiatun, from top to bottom, began to respect her.
Even the two-story villa left behind by Meng Baichuan is no longer coveted by anyone.
This left Uncle Meng with mixed feelings.
It was Zhao Yueru who said, "Third Uncle, this is a good thing."
"We may not like Comrade Song herself, but we should still appreciate the convenience she brings; otherwise, we would be too foolish."
Song Fenfang came, and Zhao Yueru herself also felt the convenience.
The people in the village no longer looked at her with the same hostility as before.
Everyone here wants to curry favor with Song Fenfang through her, or through Uncle Meng.
Song Fenfang was standing in such a high position that everyone envied her and looked up to her.
Yet, she couldn't feel jealousy.
After listening, Uncle Meng muttered, "I'm not as insightful as a junior like you."
Zhao Yueru said with a smile, "You're blinded by your own involvement, while I'm a clear-headed bystander."
"Third Uncle, my mother once said, 'Anything that is in our best interest can be used. We can't be too foolish.'"
If you're too foolish in this life, it will pass by in the blink of an eye.
So there's a high probability that they'll get through the hardship.
Uncle Meng knew that Zhao Yueru was trying to persuade him, and he nodded in response.
It's easy to know, but difficult to do.
Song Fenfang went to Meng Baichuan's grave, and no one knows what she said there. Only some people saw that when she came down, her eyes were red, clearly she had been crying.
On the day she left, she went to the Mengjiatun Brigade Headquarters and found the address of the military dependent certificate and introduction letter that Meng Yingying had issued at the time.
He then left Mengjiatun.
On the third day after she left, the title of advanced production team that Mengjiatun had finally earned was stripped away.
The reason given by Director Niu was quite simple.
“A production team that doesn’t even spare orphans doesn’t deserve the title of advanced production team.”
Everyone knew perfectly well that this was Song Fenfang's punishment for every accomplice in Mengjiatun at the time.
But everyone was powerless to do anything about it, and didn't even dare to blame anyone.
Because the difference in their status is too great.
They only hated Uncle Meng for being so ruthless back then. If he hadn't gone so far, Song Fenfang would be the pillar of their entire Mengjiatun village, not their enemy.
Unfortunately, no matter how resentful they were, it was too late for them to regret it.
They could only be thankful that the matter was over and done with, and that Song Fenfang wouldn't pursue it any further.
Otherwise, given Song Fenfang's current status, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock for the people of Mengjiatun to go against her.
Just like how they treated Meng Yingying back then.
An orphan girl who lost her father and whose mother disappeared, they treated each other with the same condescension.
Meng Yingying was the egg, and they were the stone.
Everything Meng Yingying did was nothing more than throwing an egg against a rock.
Now they have become the egg, and Song Fenfang has become the stone.
How ridiculous!
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Meng Yingying was unaware of everything that had happened in Mengjiatun while she was in the cultural troupe, but Uncle Meng and Zhao Yueru had reached an agreement.
Meng Yingying didn't want Song Fenfang's appearance to change her current good mood.
So none of them took the initiative to tell her.
"Yingying".
"I'm scared just thinking about meeting Captain Zhao tomorrow morning."
It was Ye Yingtao who said this.
By mid-May, the weather was getting warmer day by day. When washing up in the evening, the sisters in the art troupe all changed into cool tank tops.
Meng Yingying was no exception.
She was washing up, and the water soaked the fabric of her vest, making the curves beneath the fabric somewhat visible.
She was lost in thought and didn't even hear what Ye Yingtao was saying.
Ye Yingtao called out three times, but there was no response. She splashed water on Meng Yingying's chest, and now the fabric was even wetter.
"Goodness, everyone's thin, so why is your chest so bulging?"
I can't tell.
Meng Yingying felt a chill in front of her. She shyly grabbed a towel to cover her chest and glared at him, "You pervert!"
Ye Yingtao laughed and pulled Lin Qiu and the others over, "I'm not a pervert. Ask them if they're all staring at your chest?"
Lin Qiu's face was flushed. She wanted to reach out and poke Meng Yingying's fair breasts, but Meng Yingying stopped her.
Lin Qiu guiltily withdrew his hand. "Yingying, what did you eat? How come your breasts are so full, like white steamed buns?"
The people were so shaken that they lost all interest in washing up.
Meng Yingying glanced around and noticed that everyone was staring at her chest. She poured the water out of the enamel basin and covered her chest with it.
I'll eat whatever you eat.
"Stop looking." She raised her eyebrows and glared at him with her bright eyes. "If you keep looking, I'll get angry."
She couldn't understand how the girls in the girls' dormitory could be so lewd.
Meng Yingying turned and left, leaving Lin Qiu and the others looking at each other in bewilderment.
Finally, Ye Yingtao sighed, "With Yingying's breasts and legs, I really don't know which scoundrel will end up with her."
That's a huge loss.
That's a huge loss.
The thought of such a fair-skinned, fragrant, and soft girl being violated by a smelly man is unbearable.
I was really angry.
"Are you still angry?"
Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu had finished washing up and came in to find Meng Yingying still with a blank expression, not saying a word.
His gaze was fixed, and it was unclear where he was looking.
Meng Yingying ignored her, lost in her own world. Suddenly, she picked up a clothes pole and waved it around in her hand a few times.
He gestured and jumped at the same time.
The clothes support pole is twice as long as the toy gun.
Normally, once you have it in your hand, you shouldn't be able to turn it, but I don't know how Meng Yingying did it, the clothes pole spun around in her hand.
Then they started showing off their skills.
Ye Yingtao, “?”
Lin Qiu, "?"
"No, how do you know this??"
Playing with a spear and dancing ballet are two completely opposite modes.
After practicing for a while, Meng Yingying had roughly grasped the technique. Her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the clothes pole in her hand spun faster and faster.
Finally, because there was no support, and the clothes support pole itself wasn't a professional clothes gun.
Then it flew away.
When the clothes pole slipped from her hand, Meng Yingying was not angry at all, but rather quite happy. "I know how to hold the toy gun while dancing ballet now."
As soon as these words were spoken, not only were Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu stunned, but even the people who were washing up next door and passing by their dormitory stopped and rushed in to watch.
How do you play it?
Ye Yingtao asked impatiently.
Meng Yingying squatted down, picked up the clothes pole, and held it in her hand. "Look."
The dormitory is too small; there's hardly any room to turn around.
She then went to the corridor, holding a clothes support in one hand, stretching out the other, and pointing her toes.
She danced like that for a while.
Her movements were light and agile, yet the clothes pole she held in her hand swung with considerable force.
"Look."
Meng Yingying held her chin up, looked straight ahead, twirled the clothes pole in her hand, stood on her tiptoes, and gracefully jumped and spun.
The spear thrusts were fierce and powerful.
Her body was extremely flexible when she fell.
The interplay of softness and strength is perfectly showcased at this moment.
Suddenly, the entire corridor fell silent, and everyone stared intently at Meng Yingying.
"The posture should be supple, but the hand movements should be swift."
Meng Yingying jumped for a while, then slowly stopped, her supple body gradually straightening up.
She breathed softly, beads of sweat glistening on her fair neck. "Did you understand?"
She was asking Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu.
It was clear that Meng Yingying wanted to teach them.
Ye Yingtao nodded, then shook her head.
Meng Yingying didn't understand what this meant.
Ye Yingtao picked up the clothes pole from the ground and twirled it in her hand. However, the clothes pole that was obedient in Meng Yingying's hand flew away as soon as she twirled it.
Ye Yingtao refused to believe it and picked it up again to try, but it flew away again.
Ye Yingtao couldn't help but sigh, "I don't think I can turn it."
"Lin Qiu, you give it a try."
Lin Qiu's talent was slightly better than Ye Yingtao's, but the clothes pole only lasted one round in her hands before being thrown away.
She shook her head. "No, my wrists can't handle the force. The whole stick flew off as soon as I turned it."
Everyone else tried it too, but it didn't work for anyone.
Meng Yingying picked up the clothes pole and demonstrated for them, "How about this?"
"Raise your wrist slightly and use the strength of your wrist bone and thumb to move the clothes bar as much as possible in this position."
"so--"
She gave a demonstration and spun around again, saying, "You see, every time you're about to throw it out, use the strength of your wrist and thumb to intercept it and bring it back."
"In this way, the entire rod will be kept under control in one place."
After reading it, Ye Yingtao let out a wail, "This is so difficult!"
"I can't learn these kinds of refined movements."
Lin Qiu thought for a moment, "I'll try it downstairs tomorrow."
"I can't learn it either."
Everyone joined in the groans of pain, which alerted the dormitory supervisor downstairs. The supervisor immediately grabbed a stick and banged on the railing, demanding, "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"What are you all howling about in the middle of the night? Lights out at nine. If I find any dorm still making a fuss, I'll tell your class monitor."
At that moment, everyone scattered in a flurry.
Everyone went back to their respective dormitories.
Meng Yingying was the same. After she got back, she kept trying to turn the clothes support pole. The clothes support pole was a bit long and she couldn't turn it properly in the dormitory. She had a sudden idea. "How about this, don't try turning the clothes support pole, which is a difficult tool. Let's take out the chopsticks and try it first."
"Twirl the chopsticks."
The chopsticks are about 20 centimeters long. If you can spin the chopsticks, it means that the clothes support pole behind them can also spin.
If you can spin a clothes support pole, then spinning a toy gun is a piece of cake.
After Meng Yingying finished spinning the clothes pole, she had a hunch that when she went to the practice room tomorrow and spun around with the toy gun, she wouldn't be as embarrassed as she was tonight.
All they were thinking about was taking up arms and fighting the Japanese.
Meng Yingying's words gave Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu a new idea. The two of them stopped sleeping, opened the cabinet in the dark, and took out their chopsticks.
I sat in the corner and started to spin around gently.
At first, the chopsticks would fall, but later on, I became much more familiar with them and could spin them three or five times before they fell.
This surprised both Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu.
"Spinning chopsticks seems to actually work."
In the darkness, Meng Yingying lay on the bed, her eyes sparkling. "That's enough. Once the chopsticks are cooked, try the clothes support pole. As long as you can keep the clothes support pole in your hands, you can last three to five rounds."
"I guarantee that when you go and turn the fake gun again, you won't have that intense feeling anymore."
Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu were touched by these words. Before the room check came, the two secretly ran to Meng Yingying's bedside.
I hugged her.
"Yingying, thank you."
"That's right. If it weren't for your extra help, we definitely wouldn't have learned so quickly. If we hadn't learned it by tomorrow, we would have been scolded by Captain Lin."
Meng Yingying smiled and said, "That's because you guys are talented, it has nothing to do with me."
"However, it has nothing to do with you. You're a top student, and top students carry us mediocre students to new heights."
No sooner had she said that than Meng Yingying's stomach began to rumble.
Are you hungry?
As soon as Ye Yingtao finished asking the question, her stomach growled.
"I'm hungry too."
Although Lin Qiu didn't speak, he nodded in agreement.
I ate lunch at 5:30 pm, and now it's 9 am and I'm starving.
The three looked at each other in bewilderment.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, and Ye Yingtao suggested, "Shall we eat something?"
What do you want to eat?
Meng Yingying asked the question subconsciously. She was new to the dormitory, so she didn't know much about these things.
Ye Yingtao listened intently to the outside world, and after the sound of the dormitory checkers' footsteps faded into the distance, she realized they were gone.
She then tiptoed to her cabinet, opened it, and pulled out half a bag of peach shortbread.
He took it to the bedside table next to Meng Yingying's bed.
"Come, come, I still have half a bag of peach shortbread here." Ye Yingtao opened the kraft paper bag containing the peach shortbread. The shortbread had been soaked in oil, so it was stained with a layer of oil stains.
A sweet aroma wafted out as soon as it was opened.
In the darkness, someone swallowed hard.
"Eat up, eat up."
Ye Yingtao was very generous, handing each person a thick piece of peach shortbread. However, as generous as she was, she also made her intentions clear.
"Lin Qiu, remember to buy peach shortbread when you get paid at the beginning of the month."
"I've already spent all my salary."
Lin Qiu took the peach shortbread and hummed twice, "I'll buy it next month, I remember."
Meng Yingying was new to the dormitory and didn't quite understand the situation, so she didn't accept the peach shortbread.
Seeing that she wouldn't take it, Ye Yingtao immediately stuffed a few more peach shortbreads into her hand, "Eat quickly, you're new here and don't know."
“We have a rule in our dorm: whoever has a surplus after receiving their salary goes to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some good food and puts it in their closet so that they can have something to eat if they get hungry at night.”
Since arriving at the station, going hungry at night has become a frequent occurrence.
Therefore, they would prepare these foods in advance.
Meng Yingying then took it, took a bite of the peach shortbread, and found it so crumbly and sweet that it warmed her heart. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, "When I get paid on the 1st, I'll go buy some peach shortbread too."
"We'll put it in the dorm and eat it together."
"Uh-huh."
By the moonlight streaming through the window, the three girls devoured half a bag of peach shortbread like mice, and their stomachs were no longer hungry.
My mood instantly improved.
"I'm really looking forward to getting paid soon."
I start looking forward to it every month from the 15th, and on payday, I'm so excited I can't sleep at night.
Meng Yingying smiled with pursed lips, didn't reply, poured herself a glass of water, rinsed her mouth, and only after making sure there was no sweetness in her mouth did she lie back down.
"I also want to get paid."
Although she still has savings, she knows that sitting idle will eventually deplete them, and only monthly income can give her some peace of mind.
Thinking about getting paid, Meng Yingying fell into a deep sleep.
In her dream, she was picking up money, mostly coins. She kept picking them up as she walked, until she couldn't hold any more, so she took off her clothes and stuffed them inside.
She was so happy.
I've never found so much money before. How many months' salary would this be worth?
Until a work call was heard.
Meng Yingying suddenly opened her eyes and reflexively reached out to cover her stomach and collect the money.
But upon seeing this bag, his heart sank into despair. "Money? Where's my money?"
She tried to close her eyes and continue the dream she had just had.
Unfortunately, the shouts outside were audible, and inside Ye Yingtao was hurriedly getting dressed, urging her, "Yingying, hurry up, don't be late, we need to assemble at the training ground soon."
Meng Yingying was completely heartbroken. She opened her eyes, her gaze lifeless. "Why was it a dream?"
"What?"
Ye Yingtao finished dressing and fastened her belt, and asked a question before she could hear clearly.
Meng Yingying shook her head, not wanting to talk about it anymore. The more she talked, the more heartbroken she became. She had clearly picked up so much money, but when she woke up, it was all gone.
She hung her head dejectedly as she dressed herself.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Yingying waved her hand weakly, "I just dreamt that I picked up a sack of money, and then I was woken up by the sound of the jailer's chant."
The dormitory fell silent for a moment.
Ye Yingtao burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, I've had that dream too. In my dream, I picked up a lot of money, but when I woke up, there was nothing there."
Lin Qiu said quietly.
"Have you ever thought about it? Finding money in your dream means that your descendants from the previous life are burning paper money for us?"
These words instantly extinguished any greedy thoughts that had been lingering in Meng Yingying's mind.
"Lin Qiu, don't scare me."
Lin Qiu: "I'm serious."
Wearing a hat, he rushed outside, saying, "The money we earn now is the paper money our relatives burned for us in our past lives."
Meng Yingying felt a chill run down her spine. She followed him out and pressed him for an answer, "Then what is our world?"
Is it in the sky or on the ground?
Lin Qiu couldn't answer that; if they continued talking, he'd be given a lecture on ideology and politics.
She shook her head like a rattle drum.
Peeking out into the training field from the corridor, I saw that some people were already standing there.
"No time to wash your face, hurry up and get downstairs, roll call is coming."
As soon as these words were spoken, Ye Yingtao and Meng Yingying hurriedly went downstairs, making sure to tuck their hair into their hats to ensure that not a single strand was visible.
As for her face, Meng Yingying simply couldn't accept it; she went to see people without washing her face.
So, when they passed the public water room, Meng Yingying rushed in, used the tap to wash her face haphazardly, and then chased after them.
She swears she's always the type to wake up pretty early, but she chatted too late last night and dreamt of finding money this morning, so she didn't want to wake up.
That's why I'm in such a sorry state.
I went to the training ground.
Many people had already lined up here. The squad leader was taking attendance. Meng Yingying followed behind Ye Yingtao and quickly stood in line.
This was the first time she had officially participated in morning exercises since joining the performing arts troupe.
Previously, it was delayed for various reasons.
After standing in place.
The squad leader in front called out Meng Yingying's name, "Newcomer Meng Yingying, step forward!"
Meng Yingying kept her upper body at attention, took a half step back with her right foot, and quickly stepped out of the line to the front.
She saluted the other person and said, "Reporting to the squad leader, I am Meng Yingying."
The squad leader glanced at her and said, "Not bad."
"Let me introduce myself to everyone."
"Please introduce yourself."
Meng Yingying turned around to face the group doing morning exercises, her heart pounding, and she forced herself to calm down.
"Hello everyone, I am Meng Yingying. I hope you will give me your guidance in the future."
Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu stood below, watching Meng Yingying speak eloquently on the stage, and they couldn't help but blink.
Meng Yingying felt like she was being spied on by someone she knew, and she tried her best not to burst out laughing.
Fortunately, the squad leader didn't make things too difficult for her.
Meng Yingying was then allowed to return to the team. She breathed a sigh of relief and stood back down. As a newcomer, she followed the others during morning exercises.
I finally managed to get through the morning exercises.
When she went to the cafeteria for breakfast, she ran into Qi Donghan and his group, who were also having breakfast there.
For some reason, among the huge crowd in the cafeteria, Meng Yingying spotted Qi Donghan at a glance.
She attributed it to Qi Donghan being an exceptionally outstanding person.
He was 1.9 meters tall, slender and upright, with distinct facial features and a firm chin.
Wearing a military uniform, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, it's hard to ignore him even if you want to.
Their eyes met.
Qi Donghan's gaze fell on Meng Yingying almost instantly. She seemed extremely suited to wearing this green military uniform, with two braids hanging in front of her chest.
She has a small face, bright eyes and white teeth, and fair and beautiful skin.
She was enough to attract attention just by standing there.
Meng Yingying also saw Qi Donghan, and she smiled and nodded, "Commander Qi."
Since the last time the two of them had dinner together, her relationship with Qi Donghan seemed to have grown much closer.
Qi Donghan grunted in agreement, said something to Xu Wenjun, and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Xu Wenjun, carrying an aluminum lunchbox, followed after him, calling out, "Old Qi, wait for me!"
Go and pursue your wife.
I'll go too.
You can't just go alone and leave him unattended.
Qi Donghan was genuinely surprised that Xu Wenjun would also come after him. He paused for a moment, glanced around, and thought it was good that Xu Wenjun had come.
The goal isn't that obvious.
Upon arriving in front of Meng Yingying and Ye Yingtao, Xu Wenjun was the first to call out, "Comrade Ye, what a coincidence that we meet again."
He wore black-rimmed glasses and looked very refined.
Ye Yingtao nodded, "Instructor Xu."
When it was Meng Yingying's and Qi Donghan's turn, Qi Donghan casually asked, "Have you eaten?"
"not yet."
Meng Yingying answered honestly.
Qi Donghan naturally took her lunchbox. "You wait here, I'll go get you some food."
There's already a long line for food; if we go now, we'll probably have to wait a long time.
Before Meng Yingying could react, her lunchbox had already been taken away. Ye Yingtao, lagging behind, winked at Meng Yingying, "Eek, eh, eh."
"When did Commander Qi become such a nice person?"
Meng Yingying blushed at the teasing. After thinking for a moment, she replied calmly, "You want some too? I'll ask Commander Qi to bring you a meal as well."
Ye Yingtao scoffed, her eyebrows dancing with delight, "I wouldn't dare."
"I'm afraid Commander Qi will beat me up."
Xu Wenjun suddenly said, "Comrade Ye, let me help you hit him, I won't beat you up."
Ye Yingtao was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, Xu Wenjun had already learned Qi Donghan's mannerisms and snatched Ye Yingtao's lunchbox away.
Ye Yingtao stood there, stunned for a long while, before muttering under her breath, "That idiot."
Meng Yingying smiled, pursing her lips, "Cherry, you're one to talk! Look at Instructor Xu, doesn't he have feelings for you too?"
Ye Yingtao remained silent, standing there unsure of what she was thinking.
Lin Qiu said, "I can't live like this anymore. You two have people fighting over who gets your food, but I don't."
"Old Ox, I'm going to line up for food."
This is so annoying.
Front.
After taking Meng Yingying's lunchbox, Xu Wenjun caught up with Qi Donghan. He was handsome and a bit shorter than Qi Donghan. After walking up to Qi Donghan, he whispered, "Old Qi, I never realized you were so good at winning over women."
Why didn't he think of getting food for Ye Yingtao?
What a fool.
Qi Donghan, holding the lunchbox, easily found Squad Leader Wang and handed it to him. Without turning his head, he said indifferently, "I didn't intend to win the favor of female comrades."
"Then what is this?"
Qi Donghan didn't answer. He thought he just didn't want to see the fair-skinned and beautiful Meng Yingying crammed together with a bunch of roughnecks.
That's all.
He got his food and then turned around and left.
This man was tall, had long legs, and took long strides. This made it difficult for Xu Wenjun, who was already lagging behind, to catch up.
"Old Qi, wait for me."
Qi Donghan ignored her, and Xu Wenjun ran so fast she could practically fly away.
At the front, Qi Donghan handed the lunchbox to Meng Yingying, "Eat first, you only have five minutes to eat, and then you have to put the lunchbox away."
Meng Yingying looked at the lunchbox and asked, "And what about you?"
"Let's go eat there."
Qi Donghan pointed to the group of men, "We only eat for three minutes, so we won't eat together."
He was afraid that his eating habits would frighten her.
They eat in three minutes; most people here scramble to eat, almost like they're starving ghosts reincarnated.
Meng Yingying responded with an "oh," obediently took the lunchbox, and said thank you.
This made Qi Donghan feel a ticklish sensation in his heart, like being tickled by a feather; she was so obedient.
I really want to pat his head.
However, with so many people around, he ultimately restrained himself from doing so.
"Then I won't disturb your meal."
He took his leave, and before Xu Wenjun, that greenhorn, could react, Qi Donghan had already left.
Xu Wenjun was stunned for a while, then hurriedly shoved the lunchbox into Ye Yingtao's hand without saying a word. She turned around and shouted at Qi Dong, "Old Qi, Old Qi, wait for me!"
Qi Donghan quickened his pace even further.
To be honest, he didn't really want to acknowledge Xu Wenjun as his wife in public.
later.
Ye Yingtao was stuffed with a lunchbox. She looked at Meng Yingying, then at Xu Wenjun's hurried departure, and chuckled softly, "Where can you find such a fool?"
He's not even as good as Commander Qi.
Even when they're handing out lunchboxes, they know to say a few words.
When it came to Xu Wenjun's turn, she simply stuffed the lunchbox in her hand and left without saying a word.
This is like working for nothing and getting no benefit in the end.
Meng Yingying opened the lunchbox and looked inside. There was a white steamed bun and an egg. She took a bite of the steamed bun and said seriously, "I think Instructor Xu has a good personality. He's down-to-earth and doesn't have any fancy tricks."
Xu Wenjun is simple-minded and clearly inexperienced in matters of the heart.
Ye Yingtao is quite cunning, and the two of them are a good match.
Ye Yingtao opened the lunchbox and looked inside. She bit her chopsticks and said, "Let me think about it some more."
"First, help me find out about Xu Wenjun's family background."
As long as Xu Wenjun isn't from the countryside, he'll be the one.
She was too lazy to choose.
Meng Yingying ate the egg. The egg smelled delicious. It was the first time she had ever thought that the yolk was so tasty. She wasn't afraid of gaining weight anymore. She ate it in small bites and then slowly said, "That will only happen if I have the chance."
"No rush, I'm not in a hurry to get married anyway."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying almost spat out her drink.
She wanted to say that Ye Yingtao always said surprising things.
After lunch, they went to the performing arts troupe. It was only 7:30, and Captain Zhao had not yet arrived.
After Meng Yingying arrived, she went into the music room and searched for a while before finding a red-tasseled spear.
This is truly an antique; the red tassels on it have faded, but it doesn't affect its use.
Meng Yingying played with the red-tasseled spear in her hand for a while to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, and then took it to the practice room.
In the practice room, quite a few girls have already started stretching.
Seeing Meng Yingying pull in the red-tasseled spear, everyone was puzzled and looked over curiously.
Jia Xiaoli was the only one who didn't listen. She sneered, "What are you looking at? The newcomers are going to pull another trick, are you all going to copy them?"
The others immediately fell silent.
Jia Xiaoli looked at Meng Yingying provocatively. Meng Yingying met her gaze and felt that she was like that crooked-necked fighting chicken kept outside.
She ignored her completely; arguing with someone like Jia Xiaoli would be beneath her dignity.
Meng Yingying held the red-tasseled spear, twirled it in her hands for a while, and after smoothing it out, she said to Ye Yingtao and the others, "Anyone who wants to learn how to wield a fake spear and dance ballet, come with me and learn how to wield the red-tasseled spear first."
"Basically, as long as you can wield a red-tasseled spear, you can dance ballet while holding a fake spear."
"No way?"
Some people questioned, "The difference between this red-tasseled spear and the fake spear is too great."
Unlike Meng Yingying, Ye Yingtao was not good-tempered. She immediately retorted, "If you can't, you can't. Take it or leave it."
"Come on, Yingying, ignore them and teach me first."
Meng Yingying hummed in agreement. She held the red-tasseled spear in her hand and twirled it with a flourish. "Look, use your wrist strength."
The red-tasseled spear was much more useful than the clothes pole; as she wielded it, she jumped up as well.
Her incredibly supple figure and the sharpness of her red-tasseled spear were perfectly displayed together at this moment.
Captain Zhao and Officer Xu came in at that moment.
The song ended.
Yesterday, Zhao, who had a sour face, started clapping and said, "The ultimate in gentleness and strength, this is the ultimate in gentleness and strength."
“Meng Yingying, go and hold the fake gun in your hand, then dance a little more for everyone to see.”
Meng Yingying was panting when Ye Yingtao ran over to get her a fake gun. After Meng Yingying took the fake gun, she closed her eyes and imagined it to be a red-tasseled spear.
That instant.
She opened her eyes, jumped up with the fake gun in hand, attacked, landed, and spun around. Every movement was both incredibly soft and incredibly sharp.
These are clearly two contrasting things, but they are perfectly displayed in Meng Yingying.
"genius."
"That's what genius is."
After seeing her, Captain Zhao was quite excited and said to Officer Xu, "Meng Yingying's ability to bring people back is absolutely top-notch."
“She is even more talented than Shen Qiuya, whom I taught before.”
As soon as he said that, the small practice room fell silent.
"No way?"
With a long face, Jia Xiaoli said sourly, "Captain Zhao, Shen Qiuyue is no ordinary person."
"You once said that she was a natural dancer in the last hundred years."
This is a very high compliment.
It was Captain Zhao's evaluation of Shen Qiuyue that made her famous.
They even lost the will to challenge Shen Qiuya.
She, Shen Qiuyue, was like a towering mountain, unapproachable.
As if she understood the meaning behind Jia Xiaoli's words, Captain Zhao shook her head and said, "Do you know how many days it took Shen Qiuyue to learn this red ballet?"
"A few days?"
Jia Xiaoli asked curiously.
"Three and a half days."
Captain Zhao said, "Red ballet itself represents conflict. Ballet is extremely soft and gentle, while holding a gun is extremely strong and powerful. This is conflict in itself. It's not just that you can't practice it well, everyone else can too."
"It was Shen Qiuyue, whom I praised before. She took three and a half days, or more precisely, the fourth day. On the fourth day, she finally fully integrated the red ballet."
"And Meng Yingying—"
Captain Zhao pointed at Meng Yingying, as if he had just realized something, "If I remember correctly, Comrade Meng Yingying only returned to the art troupe yesterday, and she only started learning Red Ballet last night."
“And this morning it is now—” Captain Zhao raised his wrist and looked at the Seagull brand watch he was wearing, “7:40.”
"Strictly speaking, only twelve hours have passed, and Comrade Meng Yingying has already learned the techniques of the Red Ballet."
"Not only that, she can also teach you."
"Jia Xiaoli, you tell me, from this perspective, is Comrade Meng Yingying more talented, or Comrade Shen Qiuyue more talented?"
Even when the facts are right in front of her, Jia Xiaoli still doesn't want to admit it.
She stammered, "That's only one aspect. A genius is someone who excels in everything. I'll only acknowledge her as a genius if Meng Yingying can beat Shen Qiuyue in other areas as well."
Ye Yingtao is a feisty woman; she even dares to confront a big shot like Captain Zhao. Why would she be afraid of Jia Xiaoli?
So as soon as Jia Xiaoli finished speaking, she spat out a mouthful of saliva, "Pah!"
"Let Comrade Meng Yingying prove it to you, who do you think you are? Are you a pig with a green onion stuck in its nose, pretending to be an elephant?"
"If you're a pig, you're a pig. Just admit it. Why do you need Yingying to prove it to you?"
"Pah, what a big face."
Jia Xiaoli was spat on twice by her, and her face turned red and purple from spitting.
What was she trying to argue?
Unfortunately, Ye Yingtao ignored her and took Meng Yingying's hand, saying, "Yingying, come and teach me."
"Didn't Jia Xiaoli and the others say you weren't a genius?"
"Alright, alright, they are geniuses. They don't need to be taught. Yingying, you can teach us."
Meng Yingying nodded, "Then you can learn from me."
Now, the sisters who had been implicated by Jia Xiaoli were in a panic. "Meng Yingying, please teach us too!"
"Yes, we're also from a performing arts troupe. We'll be a group during the arts performance competition."
Meng Yingying smiled and naturally passed the buck, saying, "I'll listen to Captain Zhao."
Starting yesterday, she and Captain Zhao were in the same boat.
She believed that Captain Zhao, if he was a smart man, would stand by her side.
really.
Captain Zhao's answer did not disappoint Meng Yingying.
"Practice on your own first. Write down any questions you don't understand, and we'll discuss them later."
Meng Yingying breathed a sigh of relief; she was happy to only have to teach Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu.
For three consecutive days.
She taught in the practice room for three days, and those people knew Meng Yingying's temper, so they didn't come over to ask formally anymore. Instead, they watched Meng Yingying teach Ye Yingtao and the others and secretly learned from the side.
Meng Yingying turned a blind eye to this; as long as the team as a whole was moving forward, it was beneficial to her.
Captain Zhao had witnessed Meng Yingying's actions and couldn't help but say to Officer Xu, "Comrade Meng has a great talent for dancing, and most importantly, she has a strong sense of the big picture."
Officer Xu nodded, but then became worried. "I heard that the Jilin City Cultural Troupe has completely integrated into the Red Ballet, while we are still in the adjustment phase."
"The performance is in three days at most, Captain Zhao, do you think we can do it?"
The Harbin Cultural Troupe had been at the bottom of the rankings far too many times, to the point that even with Meng Yingying by their side, things had come to a head.
Director Xu didn't have much confidence either.
Captain Zhao paused for a moment, then said, “Yes, Officer Xu, you should trust Meng Yingying.”
However, what she didn't mention was that Meng Yingying was a latecomer to the arts, while Shen Qiuya had been in the arts troupe since she was six years old and had been cultivated as a top student all along.
Now that Shen Qiuyue is twenty-one years old, her opponent has almost never lost.
She is the undisputed champion.
As Officer Xu watched Meng Yingying teaching everyone, she whispered, "I'm afraid she'll suffer because she hasn't been involved for very long."
Captain Zhao said, "It all depends on human effort."
"Meng Yingying, come here for a moment."
Meng Yingying was called upon, so she handed over the skills she had to Ye Yingtao and walked over herself. "Captain Zhao, Officer Xu, you were looking for me?"
"Don't worry about everyone else for the next few days. Focus on getting familiar with your own part first. Once you're familiar with it, I'll take you on stage for a formal rehearsal. If everything goes well..."
"Then I'll take you to the Heicheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles to participate in the preliminary rounds."
Meng Yingying was a little curious, her bright eyes slightly open, "Isn't the stage our performing arts troupe?"
"Not here."
"The auditorium is not open on weekdays; it is only open for large events."
Meng Yingying seemed to know where it was; she passed by there once.
However, what she was more curious about was, "Why didn't our cultural troupe participate in the preliminary rounds at the cultural troupe itself, but instead went to the Harbin Federation of Literary and Art Circles?"
Isn't this going the long way around instead of the easy way?
Moreover, the Harbin Federation of Literary and Art Circles is probably not close to here.
Captain Zhao paused for a moment, "The preliminary round is a selection round. In order to ensure absolute fairness and avoid unfamiliarity with the venue, it was held at the Harbin Federation of Literary and Art Circles. This is fair to both our troupe and the Jilin City Cultural Troupe, because it is a completely unfamiliar place."
"However, for us, the Harbin Federation of Literary and Art Circles is already a relatively close location. You should know that Shen Qiuya's art troupe is in Jilin City. Even for the preliminary rounds, they have to travel thousands of miles to come here."
Meng Yingying nodded and said softly, "Then I understand."
"Okay, I'll help you get familiar with the stage these next couple of days. Once you're comfortable with the stage, I won't worry about your solo dance."
"What if," Captain Zhao paused, "what if we lose the team competition? Then your individual competition will be our last straw."
Clearly, Captain Zhao had made two preparations.
Hearing this, Meng Yingying felt even more pressure. She stood at the door of the practice room and looked at her teammates who were practicing dance inside.
She asked in a low voice, "Captain, is the opponent very strong?"
This allowed Captain Zhao to prepare for the worst even before the competition began.
"powerful."
Captain Zhao said, "Before you came, the Jilin City Cultural Troupe won first place in both the team and individual competitions for three consecutive years, while our Harbin City Cultural Troupe won for three consecutive years—"
She glanced at Officer Xu.
Officer Xu said expressionlessly, "We've been last for three consecutive years."
To make sure she hadn't explained it clearly, she added, "In both the individual and team competitions, we came in last place."
Meng Yingying was somewhat astonished. Her eyes widened, her amber pupils filled with shock. "You've never even gotten a top ranking?"
"No."
As Director Xu said, "Shen Qiuyue is like a magic spell; she single-handedly leads the entire team to new heights, and..."
She glanced at Captain Zhao, who now remained expressionless. "The one leading the Jishi Cultural Troupe is my senior."
"The champions of our generation never lost."
Meng Yingying swallowed hard. "And what about you?"
Captain Zhao said somewhat irrationally, "Me?"
"Always second place, always defeated, never won the championship."
Meng Yingying, "..."
A disastrous start.
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