She suddenly straightened her back and spoke with a sharpness that surprised even herself:
"It's been two years since the reform and opening up. Don't you know that the entire nation is now studying and absorbing the relevant documents of excellent foreign cultural achievements?"
She tapped the materials in her hand with her fingertips, speaking slowly and calmly:
"At the military-civilian gathering last night, the ballroom dance you led was also 'Western'. Why didn't you seem worried about collusion with foreign countries? Now, when it comes to the violin, it becomes a scourge."
Seeing Gu Ping'an's expression suddenly change, she took a half step forward and raised her voice:
"Comrade Gu Ping'an, you keep talking about 'Western' things, and you've turned a deaf ear to the country's advocacy of 'liberating the mind.' As a female soldier in the art troupe, this idea is extremely problematic!"
Seeing Gu Ping'an's reaction, Qin Ying suddenly felt a little secretly happy in her heart. Her ears felt hot and her chest was beating wildly. It was just a retort that came out of her mouth, but the reason was so perfect that even she felt it was impeccable!
Gu Pingan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and laughed sinisterly:
"You learn quite quickly, Qin Ying. Your ability to pick up words carefully is more like someone who studied abroad than your ability to play the violin."
She looked at her with a sinister look on her face:
"But the document doesn't teach you how a country girl can understand Western music!"
"After the college entrance examination was resumed, there were music classes in school. Could it be that Comrade Gu Ping'an thought that you were the only one who could read?"
Qin Ying looked at her aggressively, and her fingertips felt the sticky feeling of wet paper. Qin Ying was shocked to find that her palms were full of cold sweat.
It was so satisfying to see Gu Ping'an speechless and retreating.
She suppressed the laughter in her throat, looked at her coldly, and turned away.
Every step of the canvas shoes in the corridor was filled with joy.
It turns out that flowers can really bloom in desperate situations. This fabricated rebuttal actually helped her ease some of the crisis.
Gu Ping'an looked at Qin Ying's arrogant back as she left, a sneer on his lips, his nails digging deeply into his palms.
She bent down to pick up a flyer that had fallen to her feet. She casually glanced at the words "Medical School Freshman Talent Show" and suddenly sneered:
"Self-taught?"
The paper was crumpled between her fingers:
"A country girl born in the mud, with a few high-sounding policy statements, thinks she can silence the gossips of the masses? Do you think everyone else is stupid?"
The draft in the corridor blew up the hair by her ears, but it couldn't blow away the jealousy that was surging in her eyes.
A piece of flimsy evidence, trying to prove that a country girl could teach herself the violin?
In the countryside these days, even radios are rare, let alone "Western things" like violins!
The more graceful and composed Qin Ying played the violin on the stage, the more ridiculous it seemed to her.
Even if you can really understand the musical notation, without years of practice and the guidance of a professional teacher, can you achieve professional performance just by talking about it on paper?
How ridiculous!
Her eyes were fixed on the direction where Qin Ying disappeared, as if she wanted to burn a hole in that figure.
The slogan "Resist decadent bourgeois ideas" on the corridor wall hurt her eyes.
The violin belongs to Wei Zhuolan. Since she is so popular, let everyone know how popular she is.
A brother posted a poster about his sister on the wall, and the counselor turned down a transfer order for her...
Don’t you like to use “liberating the mind” as a shield?
Then she would use the stick of "class review" to expose this ignorant bitch's true nature!
Tomorrow the school's bulletin board will appear:
When the slogan of emancipating the mind becomes a tool to curry favor with the powerful, how many dirty deeds are hidden by such "talented women"?
This will make others believe more firmly that it is definitely her fault that her brother is spreading rumors about her sister.
Thinking of this, a hint of pleasure flashed in Gu Ping'an's eyes.
Qin Ying, this time I will tear you to pieces!
*
Qin Ying knocked on the door of the Propaganda Department, pushed it open and walked in. The strong smell of ink mixed with the lingering smell of cigarettes hit her in the face.
Inside the house, Jiang Zechuan, head of the Publicity Department, was talking to Director Li from the Art Troupe.
No wonder Gu Ping'an came to school. It turns out he came with Coach Li.
Qin Ying greeted them quickly when she saw them:
"Hello, teachers. I'm here to submit my supporting documents."
Coach Li also came today for the military district performance.
And from the conversation just now, Jiang Zechuan already knew Qin Ying's identity.
When they saw her coming, they were all very polite.
Qin Ying placed the materials on the corner of the table and said to Coach Li:
"Coach Li, I was just looking for you. Since you're here, I want to tell you about the military district performance. I... don't want to participate..."
Before she could finish her words, she was stopped by the other party's rough voice:
"Didn't Teacher Wei agree to the military district performance?"
He flipped open a document, cigarette ash falling onto the spread-out "Performance Schedule":
"The veterans from our army's art troupe are all waiting to hear you play 'Butterfly Lovers'."
Qin Ying's fingers turned white as she pinched the strap of the canvas bag. The discussions of her classmates outside the dormitory and Gu Ping'an's relentless nagging just now were all exploding in her ears.
"Coach Li, I've recently..."
Coach Li put down the teacup with a rather large movement, which blocked Qin Ying's words. He was concerned about her status, but his attitude was still a little tough:
"Xiaoqin, how can you bargain with the organization's arrangements?"
Coach Li loosened the collar of his uniform, his eyes sweeping across the quiet face like a hawk:
"I heard someone's saying your violin's origins are unknown? This performance is a great way to prove your innocence!"
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