During dinner, He Lingxuan sat next to his mother. He was much more restrained in picking up food, and from time to time he would look in the direction of Jiang Xiachu.
The dinner was very pleasant, but that night, Lin Qingli was a little anxious and talked with Jiang Xiachu for a long time before falling asleep.
The two got up early the next morning.
Fang Yingqiu also got up very early and packed their luggage from beginning to end, checking whether they had forgotten to bring anything, and then sent them out.
Fang Yingqiu accompanied them all the way to the notified gathering place. When they arrived, her eyes were red.
She lowered her head and kept straightening their collars, muttering various instructions, but she still couldn't feel at ease.
Lin Qingli took Fang Yingqiu's hand, smiled generously, and comforted her: "Mom, don't worry, we will take good care of ourselves."
Jiang Xiachu nodded and agreed, "Yes, Aunt Fang, you should be happy that we have joined the art troupe. When we have a promising future, we will definitely be filial to you."
Fang Yingqiu was amused by their sweet words and nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you to be filial to me."
I chatted with Fang Yingqiu reluctantly, and the time was almost up.
When Fang Yingqiu left, she was still a little worried and looked back every few steps.
Other art soldiers also arrived one after another. Most of them were sent off by their families. They all looked reluctant and their eyes were red.
Jiang Xiachu looked around.
Qin Ningqian was standing not far away, with a middle-aged woman in front of him. The woman frowned worriedly and gave earnest instructions.
Qin Ningqian nodded from time to time, trying hard to suppress her emotions, but she could not hide the reluctance in her eyes.
Everyone was reluctant to leave home and was filled with emotion. Among the crowd, only Meng Anyao stood in one place, folding her arms and rolling her eyes wildly, showing great disdain for this farewell scene.
Anyway, she joined the art troupe and still has her mother to rely on. She is not like this group of people who are helpless.
Thinking of this, Meng Anyao's face showed some pride and he snorted coldly.
Not long after, a troop carrier drove over and stopped steadily in front of the crowd.
The driver sitting in the front rolled down the window, leaned out and looked out, and shouted in a deep voice: "Everyone please get on the bus one by one! Don't squeeze, there will be room for you to sit! Move your luggage up slowly!"
There were two strong men sitting on the troop carrier. They jumped off the vehicle skillfully and carried everyone's luggage up one by one.
The originally heavy luggage seemed extraordinarily light in their hands.
Soon, everyone got on the car together.
The atmosphere in the car was inexplicably strange. Everyone looked at each other and didn't say much. Only some people who knew each other before were whispering to each other, while those who didn't know each other were silent.
Since getting in the car, Lin Qingli has been sticking together with Jiang Xiachu.
But it was so quiet in the car that they just exchanged glances without saying anything.
The car started moving slowly, and then someone suddenly started singing a passionate military song. Gradually, everyone joined in the singing, and the song echoed in the car, and the originally depressing atmosphere was instantly dispelled.
Lin Qingli held Jiang Xiachu's hand tightly and curled the corners of her lips. Her originally anxious mood improved a lot.
No matter what happened, as long as Jiang Xiachu was by her side, she would feel inexplicably at ease. With Xiachu around, she was not afraid of anything because she would always be with her.
Qin Ningqian raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the intimacy between the two from the corner of her eye. Her fingertips tightened slightly and she pursed her lips.
She was extremely envious of having such a good friend to join the art troupe together, but unfortunately she had few friends since she was a child.
Others always say that she is aloof, difficult to approach, and hard to mess with.
But she is not...
The more Qin Ningqian thought about it, the more depressed she became. She couldn't help but let out a long sigh in her heart. She just didn't know how to talk sometimes, so she never dared to take the initiative when facing others.
She also knew that she was a clumsy person at heart and wanted to change, but every time she made up her mind to make friends, the words got stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.
This also led to the fact that she still has no close friends.
Whenever she saw others walking in groups of three or four, she was envious from the bottom of her heart. Thinking of this, Qin Ning narrowed her eyes slightly, exhaled silently, and her eyes flickered.
She just hopes that she can make friends in the art troupe.
The car bumped along the way and finally drove into the military camp after a long time.
I don’t know how long it took, the car suddenly stopped, Jiang Xiachu looked outside, a little confused.
Why did the car stop downstairs of the military hospital? Shouldn't we go to the art troupe first?
At this moment, a person in charge who was sitting in front of the car also got off the car, walked in front of everyone, and said softly: "It's still early today, so I'll take everyone for a physical examination first, so that you don't have to come again later. Everyone, please put your luggage in the car first."
"Everyone can get off the bus first."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone got out of the car in order, looking up at the hospital in front of them with surprise.
Many people were here for the first time and were looking around curiously and chattering.
"That military doctor brother is so handsome!"
"So handsome! So tall!"
As soon as Meng Anyao and her friend Xu Qingqing got off the car, they heard an exclamation coming from the front, and their attention was instantly drawn to it.
Jiang Xiachu was holding the side of the car and was about to get out when he heard the discussion. He couldn't help but frowned, looking suspicious.
Is it that exaggerated?
How handsome does he have to be to deserve all of their praises?
Just as I was wondering, suddenly, I heard a familiar male voice with a hint of smile in his words.
"Chu Chu, you are here."
When Jiang Xiachu heard his own name, he was stunned for a moment, then he looked up in the direction of the voice, and that handsome face instantly came into his sight.
Wei Zhao stood not far away with an upright posture. He was tall and slender, wearing a neat white coat, the hem of which fluttered in the wind.
Under the white coat is a military green shirt with a regular collar and a dark tie.
Meeting Jiang Xiachu's gaze, Wei Zhao's smile deepened, his eyes curved, and he raised his hand to adjust his glasses.
Jiang Xiachu saw Wei Zhao's face, pursed her lips, and suddenly felt that their praise just now was not exaggerated.
After all, Wei Zhao's face was really handsome without any flaws. His features were angular, his eyes were deep and clear, and when he smiled, the corners of his eyes were upturned, making him look particularly affectionate.
Jiang Xiachu looked at him for a moment, even a little dazed.
She bit her lip and finally came to her senses. Noticing the gazes of countless girls around her, Jiang Xiachu took a deep breath and responded politely, "Yeah, what a coincidence."
She didn't want to be discussed by a group of people before she even joined the art troupe, so her reply was very simple and she didn't intend to say anything more to him.
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