I have to send the finalized program list to Wei Zhuolan tomorrow.
So today we have to decide how she will perform the show.
He called Zhao Xiaoguang, the squad leader of the second squad, and they went to the logistics department together.
What made her happy was that there was a foot organ. Although it was a bit old, she tried it on the spot and it worked, pretty good!
Her program was finally confirmed.
Next, she and Zhao Xiaoguang organized their classmates to move all the equipment to the school auditorium, where they would rehearse and perform.
Since classes have officially started, students who have programs can practice during their spare time.
Qin Ying has been busy all day long these days to finalize the program, and she still has to rush to finish the manuscript for the publishing house when she comes home in the evening.
Sensory overload.
At this time, college students are highly regarded.
The state provides job placement, so you don’t have to pay for school.
So the young officers in the army will seize this good opportunity.
Han Dongmei and Zhou Lina in the dormitory are both single.
Having met Fu Hanzhou, they were even more attracted to the soldiers.
They have been working hard on the preparations over the past few days.
In the afternoon, while she had no classes, Qin Ying quickly sent the final program list and process to Wei Zhuolan.
When I entered the office, Wei Zhuolan was pouring water into the purple clay teapot.
"You didn't drink coffee that day. I think tea would be more flavorful."
He watched the tea leaves rise and fall in the cup, and suddenly pushed the cup towards her:
"It loses its flavor when it cools down, so some things need to be said while they're hot."
His gaze penetrated the mist:
"I didn't expect Captain Fu to come pick you up and drop you off every day. He's become a frightened bird. Is he worried that others will 'taste' the tea fragrance they shouldn't taste?"
Qin Ying bit her lip to keep herself calm. She said nothing and let him talk nonsense. She gently placed the program on Wei Zhuolan's desk and turned to leave.
I only heard his chuckle from behind:
"The Red Detachment of Women?"
His fingertips stroked the edge of the program, his eyes thoughtful:
"Qin Ying, while the women's army fought bloody battles, Hong Changqing could only watch from the sidelines. Pushing his beloved to the front lines, isn't that a dereliction of duty?"
Qin Ying turned around abruptly, clenched her hands that were hanging by her side, pursed her lips, and said with lowered eyes:
“If Teacher Wei has any opinions about the program, please point them out directly.
However, I also want to share my opinion. Qionghua embarked on the revolutionary path because of her ideals and beliefs. Although Hong Changqing felt distressed, he also respected her choice.
What you call 'dereliction of duty' is nothing more than regret for their petty affection. Their relationship is based on the greater good of their country and family. To interpret it as 'dereliction of duty' is too light."
Before Qin Ying finished speaking, Wei Zhuolan suddenly laughed softly and tapped the table with a regular tapping sound:
"You always take care as an offense."
He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, looked at her seriously, his eyes half-smiling:
"Qionghua needs Hong Changqing's guidance, just as you need someone to correct those naive ideas - such as thinking that you can handle any situation."
Before she could retort, Wei Zhuolan had already walked around the desk and stood in front of him. His fingertips brushed the ends of Qin Ying's hair that fell on her side face, and stopped just when they touched her earlobe.
"Captain Fu is too busy and unwilling to give up. He runs back and forth between the army and the school. He has to catch up on time even when sending you to class."
He turned and took down a gold-stamped copy of "A Feast of Revolutionary Literature and Art" from the bookshelf. Tucked between the pages he opened was an old photo of Wei Zhuolan and others. His fingertips slid across the photo, and his thoughts seemed to go back to the past:
"This was in 1975, when I was a teaching assistant at the university. I was designing the scene where Hong Changqing sacrificed himself. At that time, I was thinking, if I could change the ending..."
He pressed the book heavily on the program, pinched the photo with his fingertips, and had an obsessive look in his eyes:
"A true guardian should not expose his loved ones to the wind and rain."
He put the photo back into the book, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the spine:
"Now, I want to know more: if danger comes, can your 'Hong Changqing' appear in time?"
Qin Ying frowned, staring at him stroking the spine of the book. Suddenly, she chuckled, and a chill ran up her spine as she heard the sound.
"Teacher Wei always likes to use hypotheses, which have no practical significance."
She swallowed and continued:
"Besides, it's just an evening show with positive content, but you're being so strict, like you're looking at confidential documents. A performance isn't a battlefield; there's no need to be cautious."
Seeing that Qin Ying was completely out of shape, he looked at her with increasingly scorching eyes:
"This isn't hypothetical, Qin Ying. If I'm willing to overturn the predetermined outcome for the sake of someone important..."
Qin Ying's eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her eyes and interrupted him:
"Teacher Wei, the ending has already been determined. No one can change it. I am not Qionghua, and you are not Hong Changqing."
Wei Zhuolan's Adam's apple rolled twice, and he looked at her silently, his fingers tapping on the table carelessly. He was still impatient, so he had to take it slowly.
Qin Ying's psychological defenses still need to be opened up little by little, and she must be made to clearly realize that she and Fu Hanzhou are not suitable!
He suddenly circled the "Ballroom Dance" column on the program and pushed it in front of Qin Ying:
"Some things require coordination, just like ballroom dancing. If your steps are out of sync, no matter how hard you dance, you won't be able to sing a good tune. Don't you agree?"
Qin Ying looked at the words circled in red, her eyes shifted from the paper to Wei Zhuolan, her tone indifferent:
"What Teacher Wei said is that only you know whether you are compatible or not. Even if you are not compatible, you can get along with each other after some practice."
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