Chen Yuanwu looked down at Jiang Lan and said, "Jiang Lan, my tickets are for row 10, seats 13 and 15."
He was just a squad leader of new recruits, and he always sat in a group when watching performances. It was he who got tickets from the Propaganda Department for this consolation performance to entertain the garrison officers and their families.
Jiang Lan was a little disappointed: "Did you give the tickets for your row to Chen Jing?"
Chen Yuanwu nodded slightly: "Yes, my mother took my sister to see it."
Jiang Lan kept asking, "What about your brother? Isn't he going to go see it?"
Jiang Jun softly called out, "Xiao Lan!"
You still have to ask this question? The two tickets in their hands are for the two brothers to watch!
Chen Yuanwu: "If you want to watch it, I'll give you the tickets and I'll get another one for him."
Jiang Lan looked at Jiang Jun, her face filled with joy. "Sister, let's go and see! Wu Jing said there will be singing and dancing, and there's even a Uighur singer who performed at the Great Hall of Beijing!"
The most important thing is that you can meet your classmates later, and when you go to school you will have endless topics to talk about together, so you won’t be left alone!
My parents are not at home, and my seat is not in the front or the middle, but it is not too far away. It is much better than sitting in the twentieth or thirtieth seats in the twentieth or twentieth rows, isn’t it?
Seeing Jiang Jun's silence, Chen Yuanwu noticed the dark circles under her eyes and her gloomy expression, so he advised her again: "Xiaojun, have you seen The East is Red? Many artists in the song and dance troupe have appeared in this movie."
Jiang Jun's heart was moved. She had been a fan of celebrities during her student days. Seeing these artists whose images had only appeared in gramophone museums, seeing them in their prime and full of passion, would be a pleasure. "Squad Leader Chen, what about you? You gave us the tickets. Where are you going to watch it?"
Chen Yuanwu's expression brightened when he saw Jiang Yun agreed. "I'll follow the publicity team and help them take photos of the artists backstage. After the performance, I'll also write an article and submit it."
The division headquarters had just purchased an imported black-and-white camera, and Peng Wanli, the propaganda officer, was too busy to handle it all by himself. Since Chen Yuanwu was on vacation, he asked him to come and help.
He had just heard that Jiang Yonghua had gone on a mission when he arrived at the division headquarters that morning, leaving Jiang Jun and Jiang Lan alone at home. He was still thinking about how to tell Jiang Jun that they couldn't make up lessons together for the next two days when Jiang Jun appeared in front of him: "The Propaganda Department is too busy, so I'll be here helping Secretary Peng these two days."
Jiang Jun thought about it and decided to just watch it. She could hold on for two more hours and then go home and sleep at noon. "Okay, thank you, Squad Leader Chen."
Jiang Lan's eyes widened in disbelief. If her sister hadn't been staring, she would have wanted to jump up and cheer: "You can take a picture of the singer?! Can you take a picture for me?"
Look, how simple it is. Seeing celebrities taking photos, even if you know the people who took the photos of the celebrities, you will feel so satisfied.
At this time, people's love for performing artists was simple and full of admiration.
Being able to watch a consolation performance by the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe is a grand and extraordinary event, just like people from all over the country attending the Spring Festival Gala. You can see real people singing and dancing in front of you up close, which is enough for people to talk about it for a year or two, or even keep the good memories many years later.
"If you like it, I'll tell Secretary Peng and he'll print an extra one for you." Chen Yuanwu turned to Jiang Jun and explained, "The tickets are with Secretary Peng. When you get to the auditorium entrance at 8:30, I'll bring them out for you."
Haha, the ticket was in his pocket, but he deliberately didn't take it out, wanting to give it to her in public later.
He wanted to see what expression she would have in public.
Jiang Jun covered his mouth and yawned, wanting to hurry back to make some milk tea to refresh himself. "That's half past eight, bye!"
If we chat for a few more sentences, she could fall asleep while standing.
Jiang Lan chattered excitedly all the way home. As she watched Jiang Jun make milk, she kept asking, "Sister, Chen Jing is just like his older brother. He always sticks his chin up when he talks. Why is he so nice to us? Sister, isn't milk supposed to be drunk with sugar? Why did you add tea leaves? How can it taste good? The milk has turned black!"
Jiang Yun bent an iron ring out of a clothesline, sewed a cloth on it, and used it as a filter to filter out the tea leaves.
You can try making milk tea. If you don’t have cookies, you can use low heat to bake steamed bread slices until both sides are slightly charred instead.
She had dreamed of making this afternoon tea snack countless times and finally succeeded in making it.
After eating and drinking, Jiang Jun wanted to lie down and rest. To be on the safe side, she decided not to ride a bicycle, and the two sisters walked to the auditorium.
The performance started at nine o'clock, and before eight o'clock, family members and children gathered in the open space in front of the auditorium waiting to enter.
Jiang Lan excitedly plunged into the crowd, listened for a while and then interjected, then went into another group to listen again, and from time to time excitedly greeted classmates and people she knew.
"Xiaolan, why are you here alone? Where is your mother?" It was Mrs. Tian, the person who was most familiar with Zhang Xiuying and had the most interactions with her.
Jiang Lan turned around and said, "Auntie Tian, my mother has to go to work, so my sister and I are here to watch the show."
Mrs. Tian's name is Tian Xiurong. Similar to Zhang Xiuying, she is also a housewife with only a seven-year-old son. Her husband, Yoshinaga Zhi, is the battalion commander of the third battalion of the infantry regiment. The three of them came to watch the performance together.
Tian Xiurong was surprised to see Jiang Yun taking two tickets from Chen Yuanwu, so she ran over to ask Jiang Lan, "Who gave you the tickets?"
Jiang Lan was about to speak when she suddenly caught sight of Jiang Jun and swallowed the words back: "My dad's colleague had someone send it to my sister."
Tian Xiurong knew every detail of the Jiang family's affairs. When she heard that Jiang Yun's status had changed greatly, she paid special attention to it.
"Xiao Lan, you smell so good, what delicious food did you eat? Your mother is not at home, so your sister is the housekeeper, right? If you don't have anything to eat, go to Aunt Tian's house to eat!"
Jiang Lan turned her head and glanced at Jiang Jun, feeling a little guilty because Zhang Xiuying had criticized Jiang Jun so much in front of Tian Xiurong and said so many bad things about him. She quickly replied, "My sister baked some steamed buns for me. Aunt Tian, my sister has the tickets. I'll go in first."
Jiang Lan finally learned her lesson this time. Jiang Jun had told her to only talk about the simplest things she ate in front of others. Unlike when she was with Zhang Xiuying, she loved to show off and would tell others "I ate meat today" even if she only ate a piece of meat.
Jiang Jun didn't want to say hello to Tian Xiurong, so he stood far away and didn't come over. He stood and talked with Luo Qunshu. When Jiang Lan ran over, he took his sister's hand and followed the crowd to check tickets and enter the venue.
The auditorium was packed, with every seat occupied.
The performance has not yet started, and the voices of adults talking, children running and shouting, and the sound of speakers adjusting the microphone on the stage are all mixed together.
Jiang Jun found a seat and sat down, gently closing his eyes, telling himself that he was just taking a nap and would open his eyes as soon as the performance began.
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