Cheng Dan was standing, and she could see the back row at a glance.
My gaze swept over the rows of military green uniforms and settled on the man standing in the last row.
Despite wearing the same clothes, Chen Ji stood out in the crowd.
"Ruan Tang, I heard you and Shu He are going to be on stage." Cheng Dan looked away and asked Xu Ruan Tang with a smile, "How are you? Nervous?"
Those who don't know the truth would really think she's concerned about them.
"Of course I'm nervous. There are so many people sitting down there. We'll be seeing each other all the time." Jia Shuling crossed her arms and glanced at Xu Ruantang.
Mother Li: "It's alright, just treat us like wooden blocks, and act as we're supposed to."
“Yes, that’s how my mom encouraged me when I first went on stage.” Li Shuhe leaned on her mother’s shoulder, and the two tried to liven up the atmosphere.
Xu Ruantang opened her mouth, about to speak, but someone interrupted her, "Are you so nervous you can't even say anything?"
The speaker was Cheng's mother, and her gaze toward Xu Ruantang was full of disdain.
She still harbors a grudge against Xu Ruantang. On the first day Chen Ji returned, it was this woman who made her daughter cry, causing her daughter to miss several days of work.
I later heard that he often showed off in front of her daughter.
Without their family, how could she, a country bumpkin, have possibly married Chen Ji?
Not only was she ungrateful, but she also tried to sabotage the meal. This was the first time Xu's mother had ever seen such a person. It was already a miracle that she hadn't held a grudge against her.
Cheng Dan smiled gently and pulled her mother, "Mom, don't say that."
Turning to Xu Ruantang, she comforted her tenderly, "Ruantang, my mom just speaks her mind, don't take it to heart. It's okay, anyway, your show is the last one, by then everyone will be tired of watching the show and probably want to leave, no one will care."
Xu Ruantang thought that these words were somewhat insightful, but they were just so-so.
She leaned back in her seat with a relaxed expression, watching Cheng Dan and her daughter. "Thank you, Dr. Cheng. Chen Ji said the same thing!"
Xu Ruantang pulled Ye Lan's arm and said in a coquettish voice, "Mom, Chen Ji told me yesterday that the result is not important. No matter what I do, he will be proud of me."
Ye Lan, who had just been glaring at Cheng's mother, wondering whether to scratch her face on such a festive day, was now beaming with joy. "Yes, yes, that's what Mom thinks too. Go on stage with confidence, Mom and Chen Ji are both very proud of you!"
"Everyone should do what they're supposed to do. A vase should just sit in the corner. How can the outcome not be important? If the outcome is bad, the whole family will lose face," Cheng's mother said sarcastically.
Li Shuhe waved to her, and before Cheng's mother could react, Li Shuhe said, "Sister Hua, it's about to start. Please sit down, you're blocking the way for the people behind you!"
On the other side, between Chen Lin and Cheng's father sat Li's father.
Looking at his daughter beside him, Mr. Li said with great pride, "Old Chen! You can't leave today. The last performance is by my daughter and your daughter-in-law, so we have to stay and support them!"
Chen Lin kept a cold face and didn't want to say anything.
He thought it was all a farce. Li Shuhe had been playing the piano since elementary school and had always been in the performing arts troupe. Why did they have to find that girl? What could someone from the countryside possibly know?
Going up there would be a disgrace.
He couldn't control the couple at all now, and could only sigh heavily, "Old Li, how could you agree to their nonsense? My third daughter-in-law can't do anything."
He's giving them a heads-up now, so they won't be caught off guard and embarrass themselves later.
Father Li gave Chen Lin a disapproving look. "My daughter said that your third daughter-in-law is very outstanding. You should trust young people."
Mr. Li came to support his daughter's show specifically.
Otherwise, he would usually leave after sitting for a while.
The audience members each had their own thoughts. The performance soon began, and the first program was a solo by Jia Shuling.
She was indeed singing revolutionary songs.
Unsurprisingly, he performed steadily, and at the end, a young soldier even came up on stage to present him with flowers.
Each soldier had a flower in their hand, which was given to them by the cultural troupe staff after they entered the auditorium.
Wherever the cultural troupe goes, there are flowers and applause. Today is no exception. These flowers are for the soldiers to choose from when presenting their favorite performances.
At a glance, Jia Shuling received more than a dozen flowers for her first performance.
The program proceeded smoothly, and the atmosphere in the auditorium was lively, with cheers erupting from time to time.
As they approached, Li Shuhe bent down and pulled Xu Ruantang backstage.
The two went backstage, and Li Shuhe said to Xu Ruantang, "Ruanruan, hurry up and change your clothes, it'll be our turn soon."
She picked up her speech manuscript, intending to take another look.
Xu Ruantang took out the dress, only to realize something was wrong when she unfolded it.
During a break in her recitation, Li Shuhe glanced at the clothes and immediately cried out in alarm, "Who is it! Who is so wicked as to cut someone else's clothes!"
People gathered around at the sound, exclaiming, "Oh my! This...this...what happened to the back?! How are you going to wear this now?"
The back of the dress was torn, clearly intentionally cut with scissors.
Xu Ruantang looked around.
Everyone was afraid of being mistaken for the culprit, so they all waved their hands, saying, "It wasn't me! I just got back."
"It wasn't me; I was with her the whole time."
Li Shuhe picked up the dress and examined it closely, then started cursing, "Who the hell cut that out all the fabric? They didn't even give her a chance to mend it!"
"It's okay, you can continue memorizing your script." Xu Ruantang neatly folded and put away the dress. "I'll just wear my own clothes."
She doesn't even need to think; she knows who's behind this.
Who else could it be but Jia Shuling? Jia Shuling must think that her professional skills are not good enough, and she is relying on this dress. If the dress is damaged, her mentality will definitely collapse.
The announcer has already read out their program; they have no choice but to go on stage.
She took all the fabric; how could she even think of that?
Since things had come to this, Li Shuhe didn't say anything more, and the two of them got ready and went on stage.
"Hello everyone, I am Li Shuhe, the pianist of the art troupe, and this is my partner Xu Ruantang."
The auditorium was packed with people. Li Shuhe held the microphone, and after the two bowed to the audience, a round of applause rang out.
"On this special day, we have a program to present to everyone, and also to the revolutionary predecessors who sacrificed for peace."
Li Shuhe stood tall and straightened her back, looking ahead firmly as she said, "Before our performance, I have a reply to read. This letter is addressed to the revolutionary predecessors who sent us their greetings."
Her voice was strong and clear, yet her tone was gentle.
"Dear heroic senior, I am pleased to receive your letter. It is another holiday season, and I have already received your letter."
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