Hearing her say this, Yan Zeyang nodded calmly and said, "The performance of the art troupe was good."
"Really? I'm the lead dancer today. If Director Yan likes you, on behalf of the Art Troupe, I welcome you to come and watch our performances often in the future."
Looking at Yan Zeyang's tall and straight figure and hearing his praise, Han Xiuli felt a surge of joy and excitement in her heart, and looked at him with tenderness in her eyes.
Seeing her excitement, Yan Zeyang frowned slightly and glanced around casually. The hundred or so people backstage of the art troupe were all looking over here vaguely. He did not give a direct answer, but just nodded and turned away.
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Han Xiuli stood at the backstage door and looked around until she could no longer see anyone. She felt sweet in her heart. She had taken the initiative to talk to him twice. He should remember her this time, right?
She fell in love with Yan Zeyang at first sight. No one in the entire military camp could compare to Captain Yan's handsome demeanor and figure, and his family background was also very good.
She is the most beautiful girl in the art troupe.
Even Captain Zhao had said that Yan Weiguo's son had very high standards. He probably wouldn't look down on ordinary people unless they were top-notch. Looking around the military region, she was the most outstanding one in the art troupe, and she also had the best chance...
But at this time, Captain Zhao in the backstage was shaking his head in his heart. Han Xiuli was the child of his wife's relatives. She had been in the art troupe since she was young and had grown up under their care. She was very ambitious and wanted to marry to Kyoto. Now she had set her eyes on the only son of the old Yan family.
But from his perspective as a person with experience, this distant niece of his wife's family probably has no chance, because the son of the old Yan family is not the kind of person who can't take his eyes off a beautiful woman.
His niece was quite pretty, but he didn't even look at her and just walked away. It seemed like he didn't like her at all.
There were a few tall, fair-skinned female art soldiers with red faces backstage, talking behind her back, "Guess what she said just now? Welcome Captain Yan to come to the art troupe often to watch our performances in the future..." One of them with an apple face was pinching her throat to imitate Han Xiuli's voice, which made the others laugh.
The competition on and off the stage in the art troupe is very fierce. There is only one lead dancer, and she originally got the position based on her own strength. However, just because Han Xiuli has a relationship with the troupe leader's wife, she got the position of lead dancer. The other art soldiers who are also at the level of mainstays are not convinced, and internal conflicts are becoming increasingly serious.
"Does she think that people are attracted to her? How shameless! The Yan group obviously waited until the performance was over to come backstage to get something. They really know how to flatter others."
"Who said it wasn't? Didn't you hear what she said? I'm the lead dancer today... Bah! How did she get promoted to lead dancer? Doesn't she know it? Commander Yan's family has three generations of Red Army soldiers. He's handsome and capable, and his father is a xx. He will definitely be able to get to the rank of a full division commander in the future. How could he be interested in her? He doesn't even look at his own status. Tsk! My dad, the commander, doesn't even dare to become a relative of Commander Yan."
"Oh, you have a lot of ideas. You even want your father to become a relative of Commander Yan." The person next to him joked.
"Go away, let me give you an example. Besides, what's wrong with having an idea? No matter what I am, I am better than Han Xiuli, right?"
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Wen Xin went to pick up Yan Miaomiao on time at around four o'clock in the evening. The primary school at that time was very simple. Although it was in Kyoto, Kyoto at that time was definitely not a prosperous city with tall buildings like in later generations.
It even looks like a poor county. To describe it in one word, it's "rustic"!
Yes, it is a very rustic building. Except for the central area and the circle inside the palace, the rest of the place is really rustic. The primary school can be compared with the houses in some modern poor areas.
When school is over, a large number of dusty and dirty primary school students pour out of the school. In the summer, the playground is full of dust as they run and jump. There are also piles of sand around. Many primary school students are still playing with sand after school...
It would be strange if your whole body isn't covered with yellow spots.
Fortunately, Yan Miaomiao was still clean. She spotted the little girl in the crowd at a glance. The little daughter of the Yan family was said to be six years old, but in fact, she was not even that old yet.
Today, when Yan Miaomiao saw Wen Xin, she ran over happily and hugged Wen Xin's thighs.
He tilted his head back and looked at her with sparkling little eyes.
Wen Xin smiled slightly and asked, "Is today's lunch delicious?"
"Yeah!" Yan Miaomiao nodded vigorously. At noon, she opened her lunch box, and many classmates came over to look at her lunch box. She also shared the fruit-flavored water that Wen Xin brought her with her classmates. Because she is usually young, classmates older than her don't like to play with her, but today many people gathered around her and called her Miaomiao Miaomiao, and they would also ask her to join them when they played, so she had a very, very happy day.
Wen Xin kissed her and took her hand home.
Yan Miaomiao jumped up and down beside Wen Xin all the way. When they were almost home, she looked at her expectantly with her big eyes, "Auntie, will you send me off tomorrow too?"
It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Looking at her expectant eyes, Wen Xin could feel that this child's heart was sensitive and humble.
Although she has a father and brother, Yan Weiguo is so busy that he has no time to take care of his daughter. It is good enough if he can come back and hug her every night.
As for her brother, the book wrote that Yan Zeyang still loved his sister very much, but he was a man after all, and he could have stayed in the barracks and not had to go home and face the worry of the woman his father married to replace his mother. However, he still went back every day. The purpose was self-evident, which was to protect his sister.
Even if he did nothing and just stayed at home, no one would dare to bully Yan Miaomiao, and of course, that person was referring to He Wenyan.
It's just that he can protect Yan Miaomiao in this way and satisfy her materially with beautiful clothes and schoolbags. However, he may not be able to show her delicate affection or attentive care. Last time, she saw Yan Miaomiao happily running over to hug him, but he stopped her because he disliked the things in her hands. Miaomiao felt very disappointed. The little girl stood there watching her brother go upstairs before running to the kitchen.
In fact, children are very dependent on people, and what they need is very simple. She looked at Yan Miaomiao's little face, squatted down, kissed her, and then held her little body in her arms, "Well, I'll take you to school tomorrow."
Yan Miaomiao's little body was held by Wen Xin. She felt a little embarrassed and moved a little uneasily. When Wen Xin was about to let her go, she shyly asked, "Auntie, it's so comfortable when you hold me, right?"
She said: "My mother used to hold me like this. I haven't been held by my mother for a long time."
After saying that, she also added, "It's mom, not Aunt He."
Wen Xin touched her two yellow braids. As someone who also lost her mother when she was young, she certainly understood this feeling, poor little girl.
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In the evening, He Wenyan came home from get off work. The hospital was not far from the military area. If she had enough time, she would mostly walk to work, or occasionally ride a bicycle.
When she came back, Wen Xin was busy in the kitchen. She cooked on time and just brought out a big bowl of fish ball and egg soup. The fish sent by the logistics soldier yesterday was not finished, so she simply made it into fish balls and put them in the refrigerator. She would use them to make soup in the evening and throw in two green leaves. White, green and yellow are beautiful and delicious.
When Wen Xin saw her, she greeted her with a smile and said, "Director, you're back. Dinner is ready and we'll be eating soon." She had worked in the service industry for a long time and had some professional ethics. Since she had chosen to do this job, whether she did her best or not was one thing, but at least she was polite and did her job well, and there was nothing to complain about, which was the best.
He Wenyan was tired after a day's work. When she got home and entered the yard, she could smell the fragrance of food and see a smiling face when she entered the door. Some food was already on the table. She could eat after washing her face. For the first time, she felt that the nanny was not bad. She used to feel uncomfortable with having another person at home, but now she is satisfied.
She rarely smiled at her and nodded, "Did you pick Miaomiao up?"
"I brought him back and he's playing in the house." Wen Xin said.
He Wenyan nodded and went back to her room to put her bag down.
Wen Xin put the soup down and turned around to see Yan Zeyang walking in with a military cap in his left hand and a bag in his right hand. He walked with steady steps, looked heroic, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
As soon as he came in, he looked at her.
This gave Wen Xin a bad feeling.
She stood there and saw Yan Zeyang throw the bag in his hand into the kitchen, as if waiting for her to come over.
If he wants her to go, does she have to go? Wen Xin pretended to be arranging the dishes there and refused to leave, but she was thinking in her heart, what's in that bag?
Sure enough, Yama's face darkened. After waiting for less than half a minute, he gave the order directly, "You, come here!" It was like he was ordering the soldiers in his regiment.
Wen Xin even reluctantly swung her shiny black ponytail behind her head. She glanced at him several times before reluctantly walking over and asking in a pretentious manner, "Comrade Yan, I'm busy. What do you want me to do?"
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