Chapter 89
When Secretary Liu took a break from her busy schedule to go back to the Propaganda Department to drink some water, a figure flashed in front of her.
She drank half a glass of water, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked him with a smile, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Sometimes the work of the Propaganda Department is really difficult. Lu Qin saw that Secretary Liu was sweating profusely.
He tactfully lifted the kettle to help her add tea, and with a smile showing his white teeth, he casually asked her, "Sister Liu, if there are problems with my personal performance on the show, will there be any punishment?"
Secretary Liu thought he was just nervous because it was his first time participating in an event. "Don't be nervous. Of course not. Our show is just for everyone in the factory. It's purely a benefit for employees."
The program was organized by the factory itself to give the workers a break and relax.
"Oh, that's good."
Then he felt relieved, it was almost as he had guessed.
Secretary Liu didn't understand, but it didn't stop her from comforting him. "What's good? Don't worry too much. We're just having fun."
Lu Qin seemed lost in thought. He reached out and ruffled his hair. "Auntie, is there still no signup for the gay dance? Please sign me up for another one."
"You still want to dance?" Director Niu came in at some point.
"Sister Niu, now that you're done with your work, Sister Liu, please report this to me." Lu Qin immediately interrupted the two of them.
The current dance is not really a dance, it is just a few movements of the hands and feet.
Seeing that he wasn't joking, Secretary Liu confirmed with him again, "Then you can dance the dance to welcome the leader."
Don't waste such a beautiful face.
Lu Qin had an idea in mind and smiled, "You can sign up for it. I'll go back and write the script for the show."
Secretary Liu looked at the full glass of water on the table and felt relieved. "If I wasn't worried that Xiao Lu would be too busy, I would have asked him to participate in two more activities."
"Haha, I'm actually looking forward to Xiao Lu's show."
Lu Qin suddenly felt a tingle in his nose. He looked up and saw the two women whispering again. He looked away, opened a drawer, took out some stationery, and began to write his script.
At night, Kong family.
For several days in a row, the singing sounded again.
The tune in Kong Yue's mind also started playing at the same time, and it had been bothering him for a few days.
Lu Chunnong saw his son sleeping in the middle of the bed. These days, Kong Dongdong had been holding a small pillow and clamoring to sleep with them. It seemed that after coming back this time, his sleep quality was better than ever before, as if he had not slept well for several days.
She listened to the sounds from next door, and no matter how hard she tried to curl her lips, she couldn't.
The couple looked at each other, their eyes conveying the same message: I really didn't go to ruin the show.
"How about we go talk to him?"
Two minutes later, the couple got out of bed, dressed in their clothes.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Lu Qin was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, humming the lyrics with his eyes squinted, and he had put the manuscript aside.
Hearing a knock on the door, he turned over and got up. The only people knocking on the door at home would be his sister and brother-in-law.
As soon as the door opened, the bright moonlight shone into the room. Lu Qin first met his brother-in-law's gaze. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but his brother-in-law seemed to have dark circles under his eyes. He didn't think much about it for a moment.
He lowered his gaze, "Sister, why aren't you asleep yet?"
It was still a bit chilly in the autumn nights, so Lu Chunnong put on Kong Yue's thin coat, which hung down to her thighs.
Seeing that he looked like he had just crawled out of bed, with a steamed bun on his head, Lu Chunnong gently reminded him and tried to test him, "I've been listening to you singing these past few days. Have you made any progress? I see you're practicing quite hard. Why don't you try to talk to your boss about changing the program? It won't be so hard for you."
Lu Qin quickly understood the meaning of his sister's words. He felt upset and even a little amused. "Of course I've made progress. Don't worry, sister. I can't give up easily."
Lu Chunnong wondered if he had been too subtle.
When she met the young man's smiling eyes, she was suddenly speechless again.
Kong Yue suddenly put his arm around her shoulders and said, "You should go back first. Dongdong will probably get up again to look for water."
Lu Chunnong nodded, and the couple exchanged glances.
Lu Qin watched them exchanging information with amusement.
Before Lu Chunnong left, he said, "Go to bed early, you have to go to work tomorrow."
Lu Qin waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, sister. Go back and rest early."
Suddenly there were only two people left at the door.
When his brother-in-law looked over, he leaned against the door and window, his beautiful eyes raised, "Brother-in-law, why don't you leave?"
Kong Yue's eyes fell on his fair and flawless face. He had a good-looking face, but his singing was terrible and his voice was low. "Do you want to consider changing the program?"
Lu Qin inched a centimeter away from the threshold, his gaze flickering over his brother-in-law's face. "I won't change the program. I've already signed up."
Kong Yue repeatedly confirmed, "I really won't change it"
He waved his hand, suppressing a smile, "No need to change, just practice. By the way, brother-in-law, we can invite family and friends to come on that day. You and sister must come."
Kong Yue hesitated, "Well, we'll talk about it when we have time."
Lu Qin, "..."
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.
Factory workers walked briskly; Mid-Autumn Festival was a glorious occasion. The factory benefits alone were enough to make others envious. Outsiders described it as "unprecedented." Some wanted to work, but couldn't. Life Food Factory needed new machinery and no workers, so they weren't hiring this year.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, we have a break in the morning and use the lunch break for the employees to have lunch with their families. Performances start at 2:30 in the afternoon and there are movies from 5 to 9 in the evening. It can be said that the schedule is very full.
There were not many people in the factory in the morning. Those who stayed were from the Propaganda Department and those who were going to perform.
In the afternoon, people returned to the factory one after another, all with smiles on their faces.
"The factory was really generous this year. They gave me two boxes of five-nut mooncakes, a net bag of eggs, and three taels of meat coupons."
"You have five-nut mooncakes, can I exchange a box with you?"
"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back. I heard the publicity department has put together about ten programs this year."
"That's probably it. Did you bring any melon seeds?"
Groups of gay men and women walked into the auditorium, sitting from the back to the front. The front rows were reserved for senior leaders.
On the ten-centimeter platform, a red couplet was opened: Life Food Factory wishes all employees a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Yo, same as last year."
"Of course it is the same."
"Why didn't I see you bring your kids with you?"
"You didn't bring it either. The program is the same every year. There's nothing interesting to watch. Bring the kids in tonight to watch a movie."
"Shhh."
Most people don't bring their families with them these days, mainly because they feel it's the same every year and boring.
Backstage, they were nervously checking the clothes. They had to wear the same blue work clothes, one set at a time. If they didn't have a set, the pants had to be at least black.
Lu Qin was a touch of white, wearing a white shirt and blue pants. He held a manuscript in his hand and discussed the stage arrangements with the publicity department.
Secretary Liu tapped the paper and asked, "Do you have any other opinions?"
The program was decided after discussion. Unlike in the past, chorus and recitation were no longer put at the front.
Everyone in the Propaganda Department, even Section Chief Zhao, had a recitation program.
Lu Qin peeled a candy and put it in his mouth, puffing up one cheek. He was the most relaxed and happy person. "No problem."
The others all answered in the same way.
"Okay then, Lu Qin, how's your singing going? Shouldn't there be any problem combining it with the dance? You're the only one who hasn't rehearsed before."
Lu Qin's curly eyelashes fluttered, "Don't worry, it's okay."
Secretary Liu really believed it, and left because she had other things to do.
Lu Qin unbuttoned a button on his collar and walked to the backstage door, which was the side of the stage, so he could see the people below.
His gaze first swept around the audience, then quickly settled on something.
Backstage, Lu Qin took four tickets home. After thinking it over, Kong Yue decided to bring Lu Chunnong, his son Kong Dongdong, and Sun Laimei. He couldn't let that brat cheat his own family.
He was alert and soon noticed a gaze watching him from backstage.
Facing his brother-in-law's sharp eyes, Lu Qin sighed that he was worthy of being his brother-in-law. He was not sure whether he could see it, and he raised his hand and waved at him twice.
Kong Yue squinted his eyes and saw the shaking hand through the gap.
Lu Chunnong looked around, occasionally turning his head to talk to Kong Yue, "He should have confidence in himself."
Kong Yue raised his eyebrows and squeezed her hand. There was definitely something, but the outcome was unknown.
As the leaders came in one after another, the audience gradually quieted down.
The comrades who did the hard work, led by the Propaganda Department, quickly came on stage and cleaned up the place thoroughly.
Director Ren had a rare moment of free time, so he sat in the middle of the first row and could clearly see the young man coming onto the stage from the side.
Lu Qin had nothing in his hands, but he was holding a wired microphone. Behind him, a long wire was specially pulled out from the floor and moved with him.
"Okay! Bang!"
As soon as his face appeared, someone shouted, followed by applause.
"Hahahaha." Some people were really amused by that sudden thought.
Lu Qin paused, his long legs swaying in the middle of the stage. He smiled and said, "I can sense your enthusiasm. I hope your enthusiasm will remain high during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience gave him great respect and applauded loudly.
It is only at the critical moment that you can see how popular a person is.
Kong Yue and his friends were sitting in the third row, and they heard everyone enthusiastically calling him "Comrade Lu" one after another, which gave them a new understanding of his popularity.
On the stage, Lu Qin hid his thoughts behind a smile, and just showed enthusiasm. That was the only way to cooperate.
After a long introduction, the show really began.
"Then please welcome Comrade Lu Qin from the Propaganda Department to perform 'Singing the Motherland' and dance." He introduced himself.
"Good!" There was applause from the audience.
A handsome person is pleasing to the eye just standing there, let alone singing.
Even sitting in the last row, you could feel his face glowing.
Before the song started, because the show had just started, everyone looked in the best spirits, and with his face supporting them, they all straightened their backs and pricked up their ears.
Just sing without accompaniment and follow your own timing.
Lu Qin took off the role of host, holding the microphone, revealing a part of his white wrist, with one hand in his pocket, his eyebrows raised, and his expression was managed perfectly.
“I hope everyone will come with me.”
Everyone: What a nice voice.
Then the song started, "The five-star red flag flutters in the wind..."
When the first line sounded, the audience hesitated for a moment, thinking that it was a little strange.
Before they could think about it, they suddenly saw the microphone pointed at them. They were frightened and suddenly nervous. The previous thought was like a bubble bursting.
Audience: This is the first time I've ever seen something like this. The singer actually asks the audience to sing. And it's the second line.
They opened their mouths unconsciously, some trying to catch up with the rhythm, some lagging behind, "What a resounding victory song!"
I was afraid that I would be late and miss out on the hottest food. So this is what "coming together" means.
Secretary Liu, who thought Comrade Lu had forgotten his words, ran halfway to support him but then retreated.
"That's great." The young man on the stage praised.
With this compliment, no one had time to think about what was wrong just now. They were still busy lining up to sing.
Lu Qin repeated this over and over again, and when they realized his tone was off, he suddenly turned the microphone over, quickly disrupting their minds and increasing their sense of participation.
You talk and I talk.
No one really noticed what was wrong.
"Okay, let's sing together." The young man raised the microphone.
The audience's faces were flushed and they felt very involved.
"From now on, we will move towards prosperity and strength..." Lu Qin's mouth moved.
Next, he put down the microphone, let his hands hang down at his sides in a relaxed posture, and put his feet one in front of the other.
Everyone saw Comrade Lu suddenly strike a pose, moving his legs forward and backward, swinging his arms, and maintaining a bright smile on his face.
Wow!
When he turned sideways, his hips and long legs were fully exposed under his blue overalls. A man is truly more attractive than a woman. But without appearing feminine.
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