Because of this sudden accident, they were busy until the day of the performance.
Looking at the newly drawn blackboard, Lin Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief.
I looked up at the clear sky and thought, this time there can be no mistake.
“Finally done!”
Lei Mingjun rubbed her aching waist. She must have a long sleep after the performance to make up for the sleep she missed in the past two days.
Lin Jingshu rubbed her shoulders.
Everyone had a tired look on their faces, but at the same time there was a glimmer of hope in the corners of their eyes.
The day of the performance.
Lin Jingshu got up early, packed up, and changed into clean and comfortable clothes.
After the performance is completed, the staff still need to do the post-performance cleaning work.
After breakfast, Su Hongping called Lin Jingshu to go to the auditorium together. On the way, she met Feng Jinhua, who looked at her strangely.
Lin Jingshu thought carefully and realized that she had been falling asleep right after cleaning up after returning home recently, and had no time to say hello to Feng Jinhua. She probably didn't offend her.
After arriving at the auditorium, except for the front row reserved for leaders, family members can sit anywhere else.
For convenience, a special comrade was arranged to maintain order in the auditorium.
When the nearby villagers heard the news, they also came to join in the fun.
"Auntie Niu, you're here too."
Lin Jingshu saw someone familiar and shook hands with him and said hello.
Aunt Niu pulled her closer and said, "Comrade Lin, I heard that you painted these paintings. You are really amazing."
Lin Jingshu: "You're joking. I can't achieve this by myself. This is the result of the hard work of all the comrades in the art troupe."
"That's right."
Seeing that she came by herself, Lin Jingshu asked casually, "Isn't Uncle Niu here?"
Speaking of this, Aunt Niu had something to say, complaining: "I don't know what this old man is thinking. He insists on going sea fishing. It would be great to watch the show in such nice weather. His temper is as stubborn as a cow."
Aunt Niu curled her lips in displeasure.
Lin Jingshu hurried to comfort her.
After complaining, Aunt Niu was no longer angry.
After talking to her, Lin Jingshu went backstage to help.
Lei Mingjun saw her, pulled her to a corner, and said mysteriously, "Something is wrong."
"What is it?"
She spoke incoherently and Lin Jingshu was completely confused.
"Our bulletin board was vandalized on purpose!"
Lin Jingshu looked surprised, "What?"
Lei Mingjun told her the news he had received.
"Someone saw Li Fenfang sneak out that night and didn't come back until just before it started to rain. Some people said she was jealous of you taking her place, and because of me, she felt resentful."
Lin Jingshu: "Is there any evidence?"
They cannot simply speculate what happened based on their subjective conjectures. If it was really Li Fenfang who did it, they would definitely not let her off.
If not, they are wrongly accusing people for no reason, which is neither morally nor logically justifiable.
Lei Mingjun spread his hands and shook his head, saying, "There's no evidence. Only her roommates knew she went out that night, but no one knew what she did specifically."
She suggested, "Let's go confront her directly. If she hasn't done anything wrong, why should she be afraid of others?"
Lin Jingshu understood her feelings. The performance was about to begin, and the leaders certainly had no intention of caring about this matter.
They first need to determine the cause and effect of the matter and find a logical basis before they can put the evidence in front of the leaders.
After she said this, Lei Mingjun calmed down.
"What you said makes sense. I'll go ask their roommates first."
The art troupe's dormitory is a six-person room, and when there are more people, there are more conflicts.
This rumor originated from inside their dormitory, and Lei Mingjun found Zhong Qiu, who was more familiar with him.
"Who saw Li Fenfang go out after lights out that night?"
Zhong Qiu looked embarrassed. She had not expected that her unintentional words would cause such a big impact.
"It was me. That night, I got up to go to the bathroom and indeed saw that Li Fenfang was not in bed. After I came back from the bathroom, I heard the dormitory door close a long time later. That's when she came back."
"As for what happened in between, I really don't know, and those words were not said by me."
Zhong Qiu waved his hands repeatedly, fearing that a big hat would be put on his head.
Just as he was about to leave, Lei Mingjun reached out to stop him, "Xiao Qiu."
Zhong Qiu left without looking back.
Lei Mingjun stamped his feet anxiously, "This Xiaoqiu."
"Forget it, there might be other clues."
The two wanted to continue searching when applause came from the front desk and the performance began.
The members of the art troupe on the stage were performing with great energy, while Li Fenfang in the audience was stunned and dazed.
Although the blackboard newspaper was completed successfully and no one caused trouble, she still felt a little uneasy.
A figure landed beside her, and she shuddered.
"What's wrong with Fenfang? Is she catching a cold?"
The one sitting down was Mao Junming, with worry in his eyes.
Li Fenfang's face turned pale and the more she thought about it, the more scared she became.
"Junming, I have something to tell you."
......
"What did you say? You went to the auditorium barn on the rainy day."
Mao Junming thought about the recent events and a thought came to his mind, "Did you destroy the bulletin board?"
No wonder the colleague who just passed by looked at him with a strange look, so this is what happened.
“It’s not me!”
Li Fenfang waved her hands repeatedly and told the whole story.
She did have this idea that night, but before she reached the auditorium, the sky was filled with lightning and thunder.
Looking at the dark road, Li Fenfang swallowed nervously, thinking that this was a reminder from God.
The fear in her heart was greater than the malice, and she was so scared that she ran straight back to the dormitory.
"I was also surprised to see the bulletin board destroyed the next day."
Feeling Mao Junming's cold gaze, her heart was in turmoil. He had never looked at her like this before.
She anxiously grabbed his hand and said, "Junming, everything I said is true. You must believe me."
Mao Junming's face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect that Li Fenfang actually had bad intentions towards the fruits of their labor.
Thinking of everyone's strange looks, Mao Junming felt like a fool, being fooled by her.
"I trusted you wholeheartedly, and you treated me like this. Do you know that? These bulletin boards are the result of everyone's hard work over this period of time."
Li Fenfang lowered her head, she knew.
This was also the reason why she didn't dare to take action at the last moment. She couldn't bear everyone's anger.
"Junming, I know I was wrong. Please don't be angry, okay?"
The expression on her face didn't seem fake, but Mao Junming didn't dare to believe it anymore.
"It's no use telling me this. Do you know that word has already spread in the group that you deliberately damaged the bulletin board?"
"how so!"
Li Fenfang looked panicked. She grabbed Mao Junming's arm tightly and begged, "Junming, you must believe what I said. It really wasn't me."
Mao Junming shook his hand away impatiently.
"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. What matters most is that everyone believes it."
The destruction of the bulletin board was not just a problem for their propaganda class; everyone in the art troupe felt heartbroken.
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