"Maybe she's Battalion Commander Chen's sister or something?"
Although the female soldier who was refuted was not convinced, she didn't dare to say anything when she saw Zhang Qingqing's slightly blue face.
"Qingqing, don't think too much. It's not like we don't know what Battalion Commander Chen is like. Xiao Ding must have seen it wrong." The female soldier comforted him.
Zhang Qingqing nodded, put on makeup, and carefully arranged her hair.
"It's okay. It may be a relative of Camp Chief Chen's family visiting, I won't care."
"Don't say anything else. Battalion Commander Chen doesn't like to explain. It would be bad if there is a misunderstanding."
The art soldiers were laughing and joking for a while, but they didn't even notice the strange expression on the female soldier Xiao Ding.
In front of the stage, An Yinan poured Zhang Qian a cup of milk tea he made. The taste was so fragrant that it filled the entire venue and made Mo Kun and the secretary sitting in front unbearable.
The two men walked over directly with tea jars in hand, without saying a word, and looked straight at An Yinan.
An Yinan still didn't understand anything, so he quickly poured two bottles for the two of them.
The two left with satisfaction. Then Yunmo Yunshu arrived and poured a jar for each of them. The smell became even more overbearing.
All the soldiers' eyes couldn't help but drift this way, but because of that evil spirit Chen Xun, they didn't dare to speak.
An Yinan noticed something was wrong around him and quickly pushed Chen Xun with his arm, "Go and give everyone a share."
Chen Xun was reluctant at first, but after letting his wife speak, he picked up a hot water kettle and poured half of the tea into each teapot.
Even if it's too much, it won't be enough.
After dividing into a circle, everyone stood up and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law."
An Yinan smiled and shook his hand.
The oldest of these little guys is about twenty, and the youngest is only fifteen or sixteen years old.
As for the veterans, they were not as polite as the recruits. The elder sister-in-law had come up long ago and was talking briefly. Even Chen Xun's cold expression still did not make the veterans retreat.
Until the performance started, Zhang Qingqing walked to the stage and saw Chen Xun sitting in the crowd.
She had been attracted to this man for three years, and no matter how she appeared around him, he seemed to pretend he didn't exist.
And her pride and self-esteem did not allow her to pursue it actively.
She is waiting for Chen Xun to pursue her.
Originally she thought Xiao Ding had seen it wrong, but at this moment Chen Xun's eyes were not looking at the stage at all, but looking at the people around him intently and seriously.
She held her hand hard, and her nails pierced the palm of her hand, but she still didn't feel any pain.
"Dear leaders, dear soldiers, welcome to today's art performance." Zhang Qingqing's voice is very clear, probably because she has been dancing all the time. She has a beautiful figure, with the softness of a woman and the hardness of a soldier, perfectly combining the two. forms blended together.
"The first program is the chorus "Defend the Yellow River", everyone is welcome." After reporting, Zhang Qingqing looked at An Yinan next to Chen Xun.
An Yinan, who was originally appreciative, immediately felt Zhang Qingqing's hostility.
She didn't seem to have offended this person, right?
Haven't even seen it?
Where does the hostility come from?
"But, children of the Chinese nation!
Who wants to be slaughtered like a pig or a sheep?
We must be determined to win,
Defend the Yellow River,
Defend North China,
Defend all of China! "
Before An Yinan could think carefully, the recital part of defending the Yellow River had already begun.
This was followed by a collective chorus.
"The wind is roaring, the horses are barking,
The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring. "
…
"Defend your hometown,
Defend the Yellow River, defend North China, and defend the whole of China! "
That sonorous and powerful rhythm, that inspiring seventh movement.
Every syllable, every rhythm, every character strikes the hearts of the soldiers.
Everyone claps together, everyone sings together.
An Yinan was brought into it. Who was the announcer and where was the hostility? She didn't care anymore.
Until the end of the song, everyone was still unfinished. In the lobby, there was a long-lasting feeling of being unable to calm down.
"The second program is poetry recitation, performed by Zhang Qingqing."
This time there was a different announcer, and the girl named Zhang Qingqing changed into a red dress and stood in the quiet lobby.
Incandescent light, among the green bushes, a little red plum blossoms.
"The poem I recite to you today is "Commemorating the Victory of the Anti-Japanese War"."
Then Zhang Qingqing began to recite poetry with a crisp tone and smooth rhythm.
An Yinan saw Zhang Qingqing's gaze, and she suddenly looked at the people around her.
And Chen Xun's attention is always on the people around him.
"What's wrong?" He asked as soon as An Yinan looked at him.
An Yinan looked at him, then smiled and shook his head.
Naturally, many people will covet her excellent man.
But his heart is focused on himself, so why bother himself?
"It's okay." The girl's lips curled up, with a bright smile on her little face. Although it was a little dark down in the lobby, that smile was particularly dazzling.
At least Zhang Qingqing found it dazzling. She had forgotten some of the words she had memorized, and the sentences she recited were a bit clumsy. The emotion in the poems also lacked too much, making it impossible for people to empathize.
I was anxious, but I couldn't control my anger.
An Yinan just ate some squid, and there was a little scum on the corner of her mouth. When Chen Xun saw it, he stretched out his hand and naturally brushed the scum from the corner of her mouth.
An Yinan smiled back.
Zhang Qingqing, who was on the stage, saw everything with her eyes. After a long poetry recitation, she returned to the backstage as if she were escaping.
That left a lot of questions.
Zhang Qingqing is the mainstay among the art soldiers and the dream goddess of these soldiers.
Basically, I have never seen Zhang Qingqing lose his composure like this.
"Zhang Qingqing, what's wrong with you? Haven't you memorized this poem for a long time? How come it has such a presentation effect?" said the captain.
Zhang Qingqing waved her hand, "I understand, please stop talking."
The captain was a little angry, "What's your attitude? Why are there art soldiers in the Northeast camp? It's because the soldiers train hard and don't have any entertainment time. Our art performances are their relaxation time every week."
"Stop talking, I've already said it, I know it." Zhang Qingqing roared.
The captain looked at Zhang Qingqing, and then said to the people around him, "The finale program has been changed. She is not in a good condition to be on stage."
When Zhang Qingqing heard that her program was about to be changed, she clenched her hands tightly and said, "Why do you change my program? Do you know how long I have been practicing for this program?"
The captain looked at her coldly, "You are not in a suitable condition to go on stage, and I am the captain of the art soldiers. I am responsible for all the soldiers watching."
Zhang Qingqing scratched the things in front of him on the ground from left to right. With a "crash", the things scattered in all directions, and everyone in the dressing room was stunned.
Only Zhang Qingqing lay on the dressing table and started crying.
