218: Each one is more miserable than the other, the author's brain circuit is amazing
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Yu Xiaoye subconsciously shook his head to refuse.
But, for some reason, she hesitated.
She thought of Section Chief Cui Xinrong again.
Alas, why do unlucky people always come in droves? This Section Chief Cui is also very miserable!
Yu Xiaoye raised his head again and asked:
"Who is Section Chief Cui?"
Jia Song and Shao Xia pointed towards the stage together:
"That's the one with the notebook and his arms folded."
Yu Xiaoye looked in the direction of the finger and saw a thin and capable man in his thirties standing in the corner of the stage. He looked gentle and was concentrating on watching another person's performance.
He is Cui Xinrong, the head of the publicity department of Wufenchang, also known as Chief Cui.
He was a very handsome man, but he was burned in a fire. Eighty percent of his body was severely burned. His nose and mouth were completely burned off, making him unable to take care of himself. He underwent more than a dozen operations, big and small, and survived with his tenacious will.
But at that time, Section Chief Cui had already lost his wife and children and had a miserable fate.
Yu Xiaoye couldn't help but curse in a low voice:
"Damn, each one is more miserable than the last. The author's train of thought is incredible!"
Jia Song, who was standing by, vaguely heard her cursing and asked in surprise:
"What did you say?"
Yu Xiaoye hurriedly explained:
"It's okay, you misheard."
Jia Song said:
"Okay, don't waste time. Have you decided what to perform? Stand here and prepare yourself. I'll go talk to Section Chief Cui."
After saying that, Jia Song left and came to the stage. He whispered a few words in Section Chief Cui's ear and pointed in the direction of Yu Xiaoye below the stage.
Section Chief Cui looked at Yu Xiaoye.
Yu Xiaoye waved to Section Chief Cui, who nodded, and Jia Song came down.
The whole process takes less than two minutes.
After Jia Song came down, he asked Yu Xiaoye what he would perform next.
Yu Xiaoye had actually made up her mind on the way here. If she was asked to perform a show later, she would just do it casually.
He tried to fool Jia Song to the point where he wouldn't embarrass himself but wouldn't be chosen either.
But now, she suddenly hesitated.
She was hesitating whether to give up as planned or go all out?
If she tried her best, with her ability, she should have a chance of being selected, because she had also watched the performers who had just performed on the stage, and most of them were amateurs and had not received any formal training.
In her previous life, she spent a lot of money to receive a lot of art training.
Although her current body is still a little stiff and she has no physical memory, fortunately she has memorized the basic techniques.
Relying on what has accumulated in my mind over the years, I should be able to cope with today's situation.
What should I do?
Yu Xiaoye was suddenly very confused.
Should this propaganda team join or not?
If she tries her best, will she be elected or not?
These are all problems.
While Yu Xiaoye was still hesitating, another show on the stage was completed.
Sparse applause rose and fell.
Section Chief Cui started calling Jia Song:
"Xiao Jia, you guys go ahead."
Jia Song cheered himself up and nudged Yu Xiaoye:
"Go ahead, I believe you can do it!" he said, clapping loudly for her.
Shao Xia, who was standing next to him, reminded:
"Don't be nervous, just act as you should. If you get nervous later, you'll mess it up!"
Yu Xiaoye didn't have time to think about it. With the encouragement of Jia Song and Shao Xia, he went on stage alone.
Yu Xiaoye was not as nervous and timid about the stage as Jia Song and Shao Xia had worried.
This was just like everyday happening to her in her previous life.
She is very relaxed.
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But she still didn't know what to perform.
Until the moment he stepped onto the stage, Yu Xiaoye was still undecided.
However, when she stood in the center of the stage, her body seemed to have received instructions from her subconscious mind, and she naturally opened her arms and danced ballet.
Ballet was very popular in the 1970s, and several model operas used ballet as the performance form.
In order to fit the characteristics of this era, some adjustments have been made to the body movements.
Her body was indeed still very stiff, and she had not stretched or warmed up, so many of her movements were not performed correctly.
But the dance moves were smooth, without any hitches or hesitations.
Her stable and relaxed state on the stage also fascinated the audience.
As I danced, my body finally warmed up, and my stiff limbs seemed to have completely connected with the memory of my mind, and were tacitly cooperating with the instructions in my brain.
Finally, she ventured into some classic ballet "whip turns," spinning her body with one leg as the center and the other leg raised and swung in the air.
When the people in the audience saw her action, they all opened their mouths in silence, staring at her without blinking, afraid that they would miss something if they blinked.
One lap, two laps, three laps...
Yu Xiaoye only did three whip turns before stopping.
As soon as she stopped, the audience erupted in cheers, followed by warm applause.
Yu Xiaoye blushed and panted, raised his arms, stepped one leg back, bowed to the audience and expressed his gratitude, then walked off the stage amid applause and the gaze of the crowd.
Jia Song also clapped his hands vigorously, feeling surprised, proud, and excited:
"Ono, that's great! That's great!"
Shao Xia was also shocked and trotted forward two steps.
"Sure, you can actually dance ballet. Where did you learn that?"
Yu Xiaoye panted and said:
"That's how it dances in movies.
There were also some educated youth who could do this dance, and I learned it from them just for fun.
"genius!"
After Yu Xiaoye finished his performance, he left the auditorium without staying any longer.
Jia Song walked her out of the auditorium, still excited when he recalled the ballet she had just danced:
"I told you, you're a genius, it was right to bring you here!"
Yu Xiaoye was in a bad mood and felt a little listless.
Jia Song just thought she was tired from dancing, and without thinking too much, he led her towards the sales point:
"Let's go buy you some candy."
Only then did Yu Xiaoye remember that he had to buy things and send a letter.
She shook her head to clear her mind:
"Brother Jia, wait here for me. I'm going to mail a letter."
"I'll take you there."
"No, I can go by myself."
I have to send ten dollars back later, and I can't let Jia Song follow me.
Jia Song just waited at the door of the post office.
Yu Xiaoye bought two envelopes and two stamps, spending a total of 18 cents.
I also sent ten yuan to my uncle Yu Jiawang in my hometown.
After finishing these, I left the post office and went to the sales outlet with Jia Song.
In front of Jia Song, Yu Xiaoye didn't dare to buy expensive things, so he only bought a bottle of lamp oil, cotton thread, two pencils and two exercise books.
She didn't dare buy toothbrushes, toothpaste, toilet paper, and soap.
From an outsider's perspective, only one person in their family currently has a job, and it's a miracle for them to have enough food to eat. How could they afford these things, let alone those tempting snacks and pastries? Don't even think about it.
However, in order to reward her performance today, Jia Song bought her half a pound of fruit candy.
Each of them set off for home with a piece of fruit candy in their mouth.
On the way back, Yu Xiaoye took out half of the half pound of fruit candy and stuffed it into Jia Song's pocket, leaving only a small half for himself.
Then she sat quietly in the back without saying a word.
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Jia Song noticed her abnormality and asked:
"What's wrong? Are you still tired? You used to be very talkative, so why are you silent now?"
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