Even Commander He and Wang Xiuqing, who were sitting in the first row, turned their heads to look at An Hua, smiling and applauding.
They knew that An Hua was once the concertmaster of the orchestra, so they did not suspect that this was a temporary arrangement.
Amidst the thunderous applause, An Hua suddenly looked towards a corner. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but her eyes seemed to be cold as ice. Wang Lan didn't know why, but she felt a little nervous.
However, when she saw An Huan walking onto the stage, she forgot to be nervous and instead thought with disdain, she never thought that this An Huan was quite bold and dared to go onto the stage even though she knew nothing. In Wang Lan's opinion, it was better to embarrass herself off the stage than on the stage, at least others couldn't see what she looked like.
An Hua walked to the center of the stage, the lights shining on her, and also focusing the attention of thousands of people in the audience.
An Hua didn't dress up specially that day. Just like usual, she wore a shirt and army green pants. Her long hair was neatly tied behind her head, looking fresh and neat.
The venue was quiet for a few seconds, and then burst into a buzz of discussion.
"Is this the wife of Xiao Zheng, the general of the xx army? Grandma, Xiao Zheng married such a beautiful wife?"
"Is that the big, black-faced god Xiao Zheng? I am!"
"His wife is only in her twenties at most, right? Did Xiao Zheng also marry a young wife like Wang Zhihui?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"These two guys are fucking beasts!"
An Huan didn't wear any makeup, but her skin was as white as snow, her lips were red and her teeth were beautiful. Even under the stage lights, her complexion didn't fade at all. Instead, she looked more natural and beautiful than those actors who put on heavy makeup.
She just stood there quietly, but she caused a sensation in the whole audience.
When Wang Lan saw this scene, his face twisted a little.
But after hearing An Hua's next words, Wang Lan's distorted face instantly became stiff.
"I am honored to perform on such a special day as today. On behalf of the families, I wish all our officers and soldiers a happy holiday and hope that our country will prosper... But my violin and I are just accompanying the protagonists... Next, please give a warm round of applause to invite the protagonist of this show, Director of the Business Department of the Cultural Troupe, Wang Lanzhi, to perform a solo on stage. Everyone welcome!"
The whole audience burst into thunderous applause, but Wang Lan stood there motionless, staring at An Hua with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.
An Hua must have done this on purpose!
An Hua did it on purpose. She heard some information about Wang Lan from Lin Lu. She said that when Wang Lan was young, she was a singer in the art troupe and a mainstay. She was very successful. However, within two years of her marriage, Wang Lan injured her throat in a fire. From then on, she could no longer perform on stage and moved behind the scenes.
Those who were familiar with her knew Wang Lan's situation and looked at her in surprise. What happened? Is your throat better?
Seeing that Wang Lan did not move, An Hua encouraged everyone again, "It seems that our applause is not enthusiastic enough. Can everyone applaud again to welcome Wang Lan?"
At this time, the director hurriedly walked to Wang Lan and said, "What are you still standing there for? Get on the stage." As he said that, he pushed Wang Lan.
Wang Lan had no choice but to go on stage.
He Mingzhang saw that Wang Lan's face looked strange, so he turned his head and asked Wang Xiuqing, "What's going on?"
Wang Xiuqing also felt that something was not right, and shook her head solemnly, "I don't know."
An Hua smiled at Wang Lan who was walking up slowly, and whispered, "I heard that Wang Lan was once a pillar of the art troupe. I'm lucky today. I can enjoy her presence."
Wang Lan just said coldly: "Let's get started."
Wang Lan thought about it and decided that even if her throat was injured, her skills were still there. At most, her level would not be as good as before, which was not too embarrassing.
As for An Hua, humph, let's see how this will end since she can't play the violin.
But after a while, Wang Lan's face turned blue and red.
An Hua set up the violin with ease, adjusted the pitch a few times and found that it was in perfect pitch. Then the prelude of "Ode to the Red Flag" began to play.
This is a symphony. The original ensemble was majestic, but the piece played by An Hua's violin solo was not as majestic as the ensemble, but it was melodious and soothing, and the emotions expressed seemed more timeless and affectionate.
In short, the sound of sawing wood that Wang Lan expected did not appear.
She just stood there, with an incredible look on her face.
Wang Lan was immersed in shock, and it was not until the prelude was over that she started singing after the director's anxious reminder from the audience.
It might be that she hadn't sung for a long time and was not in good condition, or it might be that her mind was not on singing. Her voice was hoarse when she opened her mouth. She coughed a few times quickly and forced herself to concentrate.
Regardless of why An Hua could play the violin, she couldn't lose to An Hua in the next performance.
Wang Lan looked at the huge crowd of audiences below the stage, and a long-lost excitement ignited in her heart. The stage was the place that brought her the most glory.
Wang Lan tried hard to regain her former state, but as the climax of the song approached, she felt more and more unable to do it. Later, she felt that her voice was broken and the tune was off. She looked at the people from the cultural troupe on the stage, pointing at her with a smile, and they must be laughing at her...
On the contrary, An Hua was playing the piano with great enthusiasm. Her skills were very professional. The four strings and a key in her hands turned into a piece of music that combined strength and softness, making Wang Lan's singing sound even more hoarse and unpleasant.
Wang Lan felt a little tinnitus, she could not hear the accompaniment, she could only see the mocking faces of those people in the audience...
"Ah——" Wang Lan suddenly collapsed and rushed towards An Huan, wanting to hit her, "Why did you tune it so high? You knew that my throat was injured and I couldn't sing high notes. You wanted to embarrass me, right?"
An Hua was close to Wang Lan and had noticed her abnormality a long time ago, so when Wang Lan rushed towards her, she stepped back a long way to the side in time and avoided Wang Lan's attack.
When Wang Lan raised her hand to slap An Huan again, Xiao Zheng rushed onto the stage like lightning, grabbed Wang Lan's arm, and threw her back fiercely.
Xiao Zheng was very strong to begin with, and he didn't hold back. Wang Lan was thrown three meters away, and then fell to the ground with her butt hitting the ground, and it seemed as if her tailbone was about to break.
Wang Lan cried in pain.
"Murder—"
Xiao Zheng didn't care about her. He walked quickly to his wife and asked her with concern: "Are you okay? Did that crazy woman beat you?"
An Hua withdrew her eyes from watching the show, then shook her head at Xiao Zheng pitifully, "He didn't hit me, but I was so scared..."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Xiao Zheng didn't care about the crowds around. He hugged his wife, patted her back gently, and coaxed her in a gentle voice.
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