1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 239: The People in the Cultural Troupe
At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was at its highest point in southern Xinjiang.

"Hiss, don't worry, I'll tell you slowly."

Zhuo Yun was suddenly grabbed by Cheng Kaiyan's arm. She frowned slightly and said in pain.

"Sorry, I got excited."

Seeing this, Cheng Kaiyan withdrew her hand and apologized.

"It's out of the way."

Zhuo Yun shook her head. She knew that Lin Qingshui was very good to Cheng Kaiyan and always treated him as a younger brother. He also saved his life. No wonder she was so worried about Lin Qingshui's whereabouts.

Once she was sick and went to the hospital, and it was Lin Qingshui who treated her.

My impression of that woman is neither good nor negative.

He had neat short hair and thick black-framed glasses that left two red marks on his nose. Under the lenses were a pair of lifeless eyes, and he looked clumsy and dull.

But when he was treating patients, he was extremely gentle when listening to the sounds on their chests with the stethoscope. Even though the needle for an injection was so thick, Lin Qingshui didn't feel any pain. It was a different kind of gentleness.

Overall a good guy.

It was because of Cheng Kaiyan that Zhuo Yun paid some attention to this strange woman, which is why he knew this news.

Zhuo Yun glanced at Cheng Kaiyan with a flurry of thoughts in his mind and continued, "You also know that medical resources are tight on the front line. In March, the General Hospital dispatched dozens of doctors and a hundred nurses to the frontline hospital at the request of the superiors.

Just last month, Lin Qingshui was transferred to the Laoshan front. I asked her colleagues and they said that she was being bullied by her superiors.

After saying that, Zhuo Yun looked at Cheng Kaiyan with some worry in her eyes.

The conditions at the front line are much worse than those in the military region’s general hospital, and going to the front line is naturally life-threatening.

It's obvious that the leader is making things difficult for me.

"Transferred to the front line? In Laoshan? I see."

Cheng Kaiyan's face became serious. After all, this was a military hospital, and going to the front line was inevitable.

As long as nothing happens.

As for being bullied by the leader...

Cheng Kaiyan's eyes turned cold, she suppressed her worries, and said with a smile: "Thanks to you, Comrade Xiao Zhuo, if it weren't for you, I would have had a hard time looking for you. By the way, how have you been these past six months?"

"You're welcome, just a casual matter."

Zhuo Yun smiled faintly, her two long braids swinging happily behind her head. "As for me, there's nothing much to say. You know that the art troupe is nothing more than practicing dancing every day or participating in various performances. I just went to the front line to perform last month.

It's a pity, but since you left, we found that no one in the band can play the piano anymore, and they are all half-baked.

Last time, the leader said they wanted to see ballet, but no one knew how to play, so they used other instruments instead. ”

"Haha, how come you only discovered it after I left?"

Cheng Kaiyan chuckled.

"It was only after you left that everyone realized how important you were. Let me tell you, after you left, I heard Amy Yip and the others discuss you several times."

Zhuo Yun clenched her hands awkwardly; she had just realized it.

In her impression, Cheng Kaiyan is a relatively marginal person in the group.

He was quite popular at the beginning because he was good-looking and played the piano very well.

Privately, many girls admired him. Even Amy Yip, whose family was a senior cadre, had some affection for him.

But later, because of some things, he angered a small group of children of cadres in the art troupe and was targeted by them.

The group didn't dare to go too far, after all, Cheng Kaiyan was quite outstanding and famous in the group.

In other words, he had no chance of getting any of the group's annual awards and honors, and there were only some minor nuisances.

As a result, some people gradually distanced themselves from him. After all, no one wants to be in such a situation.

Zhuo Yun's family background was average, and she didn't have much contact with Cheng Kaiyan, so she could only go with the flow.

Later, Cheng Kaiyan helped her, and Zhuo Yun realized that she had done something wrong.

"Is that bastard Xu Xing still harassing you?"

Cheng Kaiyan shook her head without comment, not wanting to say more on this topic.

"Him? He doesn't have the courage now, and he may not have the ability.

Since I was beaten by you last time, I seem to be injured... there, but I was locked up for a month and missed the best time for treatment..."

Zhuo Yun said with a smile that seemed somewhat gloating.

Then he looked at Cheng Kaiyan with some worry. Xu Xing was injured there, so naturally he wanted to vent his anger on Cheng Kaiyan. However, later Cheng Kaiyan won the second-class merit, so even Xu Xing's father did not dare to act rashly.

But Cheng Kaiyan retired from the army as soon as his injury healed. No matter how much they hated him, they could only grit their teeth and swallow it.

just now……

"Don't let Xu Xing know that you're back, otherwise he will definitely seek revenge on you."

Zhuo Yun said worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Cheng Kaiyan smiled faintly and nodded. He was just the son of a cadre and was not worthy of being on the stage.

If Xu Xing's father came, Cheng Kaiyan might take a look at him.

Fieldwork working group.

Although it is a temporary working group, it is directly under the jurisdiction of the General Political Department.

The General Political Department is originally the military and political working body of the army. The working groups directly under it are of extremely high level, generally equivalent to directly affiliated departments, or half a level lower.

It is also coordinated and led by Jiang Yunxia and Liu Baiyu, senior officials of the General Political Department.

In addition, considering its mission, it involves military literary and artistic creation and publicity work across the country.

Its rank is close to that of a full army or deputy army.

This level setting can ensure that it has sufficient authority and resource allocation capabilities when performing tasks.

"That's good. Oh, by the way, I heard from Lin Qingshui that you are a writer now?"

Seeing that he looked calm and composed, Zhuo Yun did not say much but asked something else out of curiosity.

"I guess so, but I'm not a professional writer of the Writers Association. I just write casually. This time I came to southern Xinjiang at the call of the General Political Department to collect folk songs at the front line."

Cheng Kaiyan explained with a smile.

Although he has gained considerable fame in the literary and art circles over the past six months, and even has many fans of his books.

But the place of southern Xinjiang is different from big cities like Beijing and Shanghai.

This place is remote and backward, and information is cut off.

It may take several months for popular books from other developed cities to reach here.

Moreover, the military is a semi-closed, militarized place with relatively little communication with the outside world.

Even the Southern Xinjiang Art Troupe, which is responsible for literary and artistic work, only has the opportunity to leave the military region and go outside during the monthly holidays, and this time may only be one or two days.

There are very few of his books in the bookstores here, and you can’t even buy them.

Therefore, Zhuo Yun only heard from Lin Qingshui that Cheng Kaiyan is now a writer and has written some books.

"So it's a military tour... That's pretty cool!"

Zhuo Yun sighed and said, why did Cheng Kaiyan suddenly come back.

As soon as he finished speaking, the loudspeaker in the art troupe building rang out.

The woman's expression tightened and she apologized, "I'm so sorry, we have to gather for rehearsal. Cheng Kaiyan, let's meet again next time. By the way, where are you living now?"

"It's okay, go ahead. I'm in XXX dormitory 201 now."

Cheng Kaiyan waved her hand.

"I see!"

Zhuo Yun waved and then turned and left.

……

Military Region Art Troupe Building.

rehearsal room.

It was mid-morning, and bright sunlight shone through the long square windows onto the yellow wooden floor.

There were two green ceiling fans above my head, whirring and leaving shadows of the fan blades on the ground.

There was a tape recorder on the clean floor, and a familiar piece of music was playing: "Female Militia of the Prairie".

"Standing on the grassland, looking at BJ from afar.

The red sun rises in my heart and never sets!

There are herds of cattle and sheep, and fat horses, because there are green pastures.

The pasture is as green as emerald green because of the rain, dew and sunshine.

Mao Zedong Thought arms us!
The grassland female militiamen are brave and determined, and have a will as strong as steel! "

……

In front of the mirror.

There stood a row of female soldiers in military uniforms, wearing army green short-sleeved shirts, loose trousers, dance shoes, and holding red flags.

The female soldiers danced gracefully in the sunshine and to the music, leaving behind reflections.

Showing heroic spirit and beautiful dancing posture.

"Tighten up and kick your legs! Good!"

"Amy Yip, watch your expression, be strong!"

"Everyone, pay attention to the distance!"

A middle-aged woman with short hair was holding a pointer in her hand, observing from the side and pointing out the actors' mistakes mercilessly.

After a while, the practice came to an end.

The female comrades sat on the ground exhausted.

Amy Yip was no exception. Her beautiful face was covered with sweat. She smoothed the sweaty hair around her ears.

"Zimei, why do I feel that Teacher Chen is so strict today? Even you were scolded."

At this time, a round-faced female comrade came up to Amy Yip and complained.

"Huh... I don't know. By the way, where's Xiao Zhuo? Didn't I ask her to go back and get the kettle?"

Amy Yip shook her head, indicating that she didn't know, and then asked about Zhuo Yun's whereabouts.

"Zhuo Yun should be here soon."

The round-faced lesbian said hesitantly.

At this time, the middle-aged woman called Teacher Chen came over, looked down at the two of them, and then said loudly: "The reason why I am so strict with you is because there will be a performance in two days."

"There's a performance in two days? Why didn't we know about it?"

“What’s going on?”

Now not only the dancing female comrades were complaining, even the male comrades in the group who were in charge of other things were also furious.

"Shut up! Soldiers must obey orders first!"

Teacher Chen snorted coldly, and everyone fell silent. She nodded with satisfaction and said, "I just learned about this matter. It's because the General Political Department called on literary and art workers across the country to go to the front line to collect folk songs.

Just today, a field research team arrived in our Southern Xinjiang Military Region on a special plane from BJ, along with more than 30 writers, poets and other literary and artistic workers. In a few days, hundreds of literary and artistic workers from all over the country will arrive.

For this reason, the military district leaders decided to let our art troupe hold a performance. "

"I see."

After the explanation, although everyone was still dissatisfied, they all understood it now.

The matter is of great importance and they have no say in it.

Everyone sat down to rest, and in the simple rehearsal room, there was chattering about the performance.

There were five or six female comrades sitting next to Amy Yip, all of whom were members of their small group.

Many of them are children of cadres.

At this time, Zhuo Yun, a female comrade with two pigtails, ran in with a kettle and found Amy Yip at a glance.

She shouted excitedly: "Do you know who I met on the road?"

"Who knows? I'm so thirsty, give it to me now!"

Amy Yip rolled her eyes at Zhuo Yun, snatched the water bottle from her arms and took a sip.

"Who? Who is it? Did you meet your gay crush?"

The round-faced girl asked curiously.

The others looked at him indifferently. Of course, they were not very interested in Zhuo Yun, who came from an ordinary background and had a tarnished reputation.

If Amy Yip opened her mouth, there would definitely be a lot of questions.

Zhuo Yun felt quite strange when seeing this, knowing that some people were deliberately ignoring her.

She didn't care, but put her hands on her hips and said breathlessly to Amy Yip and the others, "Cheng Kaiyan!"

"I met Cheng Kaiyan!"

"what?!"

The round-faced girl exclaimed, and even Amy Yip looked sideways slightly.

Now everyone was surprised.

"Didn't Cheng Kaiyan retire? Why is he back?"

A lesbian with a narrow face and a somewhat mean look asked curiously, glancing at Ye Zimei: "Could it be that he came here for our Zimei? Wow! This guy went back for more than half a year before he knew who he really liked?"

"I guess he was abandoned by his childhood sweetheart who grew up with him and was admitted to Beijing Normal University. Then he remembered how good our Zimei was. Humph! You can't have a man like that."

The round-faced girl sneered and looked at Amy Yip for approval.

“Everyone, stop talking nonsense. No matter why he came back, it has nothing to do with me.

As for what happened in the past, it was just a mistake made at the time because I was young and hot-tempered.

I've lost interest in him for a long time."

Amy Yip's face, which was lighter than that of ordinary people, was very indifferent, and she spoke with her chin raised.

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, she found Cheng Kaiyan, took him to the woods, and confessed to him, but was rejected.

At that time, Cheng Kaiyan rejected him on the grounds that her family was waiting for him to return and her childhood sweetheart who had grown up with her rejected him.

Zhao Ruixue!
Amy Yip still remembers this name until now. The name Zhao Ruixue brought her deep shame.

She never thought that one day she would be rejected. With her family background, her beauty, and her personality, she was not even comparable to this woman.

With her proud personality, she never spoke to Cheng Kaiyan again after that incident.

"hehe."

Everyone smiled awkwardly.

Seeing this, Amy Yip glanced at everyone coldly and said indifferently: "Besides his looks and piano, what else is there worth talking about Cheng Kaiyan?
In terms of education, he was just a high school dropout. In terms of family background, his father was a professor at Peking University but had passed away long ago, and his mother was an elementary school teacher... The family can only be described as penniless. A man like him is really insignificant.

In addition, my family has introduced me to a suitable match. His family is a senior cadre in the province, and he himself is a student at the Army Academy. He will be a senior officer upon graduation, and his future is limitless.

After Cheng Kaiyan retired from the army, he took the retirement pay and left. He was so short-sighted that he didn't even choose a job. It was really stupid.

I heard that it is hard to find a job in the city because of the return of educated youth. Could it be that he couldn't find a job and came back in despair?"

When she spoke of the latter part, Amy Yip's face was full of mockery and sarcasm.

It can be seen that she still has some resentment towards Cheng Kaiyan.

"That's true. Cheng Kaiyan is indeed not as good as that guy."

Everyone nodded silently. The man introduced by Amy Yip's family had come once. He was tall, strong, and had very good personal conditions.

It's just that her appearance is not as good as hers.

"Uh... Cheng Kaiyan is not unemployed. He is now a writer, and this time he came to the southern Xinjiang front to collect folk songs."

At this time, Zhuo Yun weakly raised his hand and explained.

"Writer?! Collecting folk songs?"

"Then don't we have to perform for Cheng Kaiyan in two days?"

Everyone turned their heads and cast their eyes towards Zhuo Yun, the unknown person.

Amy Yip's eyes widened as well, somewhat surprised.

I didn’t expect that Cheng Kaiyan is now a writer?
But she quickly calmed down, crossed her arms and said, "So what? He hasn't read many books. He's just a minor writer at best. There's nothing to be surprised about."

"makes sense."

Everyone thought about it and agreed that this was the truth.

It seems that Cheng Kaiyan just dropped out of high school?

Which other great writer would go to the front line to collect folk songs?
at the same time.

Outside the rehearsal room, a thin young man with a haggard and sallow face heard what they were talking about and his eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity.

"Cheng Kaiyan...just wait!"

(End of this chapter)