"Guo'er, you haven't been here these two days, and Director Gao from the art troupe has come here three times. He might come again soon!"
Mrs. Wei helped her sweep the yard while chatting with her.
"Captain Gao?" Wen Guoer pondered and confirmed that she did not know this person.
Mrs. Wei tilted her head and looked at her, her eyes curved: "I think it was probably because you performed on stage that day that she took a fancy to you!"
Wen Guoer frowned and thought to herself, "Would the art troupe select people so casually?"
Although she is quite good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this is not the career she wants to pursue.
As she was talking, there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Wei looked at the door and raised her eyebrows at her, meaning, "Look! Let me finish my words!"
When Wen Guoer opened the door, she saw a woman in military uniform and with outstanding temperament standing at the door, looking at her.
"Hello Comrade Wen, I'm Gao Yaling from the art troupe. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand and introduced herself to Wen Guoer.
Wen Guoer gently shook her fingers: "Hello, Captain Gao, I wonder what brings you here?"
Gao Yaling smiled brightly and glanced into the courtyard: "What? You don't welcome me in?"
"How could that be! I'm sorry for not hosting you well enough." Wen Guoer moved aside to make way for her and invited her in.
"You guys keep chatting, I have to go back and cook for those two brats." Mrs. Wei put down the broom, dusted off the dust on her body, and said goodbye to the two of them.
After seeing off Mrs. Wei, Wen Guoer invited Captain Gao into the main room to sit down and poured her a glass of sugar water.
Gao Yaling looked at the layout of the room and raised her head to look at Wen Guoer, becoming more and more curious. Whether it was the furnishings in the room or the clothes she wore, the taste was completely unlike that of an uneducated village woman.
"Comrade Wen, your performance on stage the other day was fantastic! Your voice and temperament are perfect for the stage! I came here today to ask you if you'd like to work in the art troupe?"
Wen Guoer raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself, "Sister Wei really guessed it right!" She handed the cup to Captain Gao and said, "Thank you for your kindness! I'm preparing for my high school graduation exam right now, and I have so much to learn. I'd be disappointed."
Captain Gao saw her lowering her head with regret, and his emotions were mixed. He felt a little embarrassed about being rejected, shocked that she still had to study, and also felt a sense of relief that came from nowhere.
"I see!" She nodded. "Then may I ask, who wrote the song you sang last time?"
Whose hand was it? This world and her previous life were two completely parallel worlds. Although most of the events were similar, the characters were completely different.
Wen Guoer was thinking, and Director Gao saw that she was a little embarrassed to answer the question: "It's okay, I just want to ask, can our art troupe use this song?"
Seeing Wen Guoer's eyes darken slightly, he added, "We will pay the publishing fee according to the group's standard."
Wen Guoer believed that such a meaningful song deserved to be passed down and should not be buried! Although she didn't know who would create it in this lifetime, now that it was released, she could only take the credit.
"I agree." She nodded.
"Then I'll go back to the delegation and thank you, Comrade Wen!" Head of the delegation Gao stood up and shook hands with her in thanks. "I'll definitely send it to you soon as the delegation's funds come in."
Wen Guoer: I earned this from publishing fees, I feel a little guilty...
The next morning, she took the things she had prepared and went to the small courtyard. In addition to Grandma Yi, there was also an old man present. He was the shopkeeper Yi Bo whom she met in the pharmacy that day.
"Miss, you are truly our young master's benefactor!"
When Yi Bo saw her, he clasped his fists, bowed, and thanked her excitedly. It was obvious that he had a deep affection for Zhou Jingrui.
Wen Guoer supported Yi Bo's elbows and said, "Thank you, uncle. We both get what we want!" She answered simply and straightforwardly.
"My last name is Yi, so you can call me Uncle Yi. I've only heard the young master talk about your abilities, but I don't know what your name is."
Yi Bo walked beside her, leading the way with one hand, and asked earnestly with his eyes.
"My last name is Wen, and my given name is Guo'er. Everyone in my family calls me Guo'er. If Uncle Yi doesn't mind, you can call me that too."
"Good, Miss Guo'er, what a nice name!" Uncle Yi nodded in praise.
Zhou Jingrui decorated the room according to her requirements. When Wen Guoer came in, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the leg, wondering what he was thinking.
"Are you ready?" She looked up at him.
Zhou Jingrui touched his injured leg and said, "There's nothing to prepare. I'll do as you say!"
Wen Guoer looked at him, as if he was letting her do whatever she wanted, and smiled: "Take off your pants and lie down on the bed!"
Zhou Jingrui's face suddenly flushed, and he felt a little embarrassed: "Do you want to take off your pants?"
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