1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 242 Shocked People (Happy New Year's Eve!)
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was scorching outside and the air was hot and humid.

In the rehearsal room of the art troupe, translucent curtains block out the bright sunlight.

An upright piano stands on the clean wooden floor. The paint on the surface of the piano is still mottled, but now it has been wiped clean from top to bottom, leaving no spot of dust.

The surfaces of the piano lid, table legs, etc. are also coated with a layer of tung oil, making them look shiny and smooth.

Even the four corners of the piano's bottom are padded with soft foam.

Under the slanting sunlight.

A young man sat quietly in front of the piano stool and played the piano with a calm expression.

Ten slender white fingers fluttered on the piano keys like butterflies.

A slender shadow was left on the wooden floor beside me.

The female comrades from the art troupe not far away were dazzled and talked about it.

The center of everyone's topic, the protagonist of the discussion -

Cheng Kaiyan just played the piano calmly, and occasionally took out a pen and paper from his side to take notes.

No matter what others say, in his opinion, in-depth experience is also a form of field research, which can allow him to better immerse himself in the life of the art troupe.

He has been collecting folk songs in the art troupe these days, and many of his vague memories have become clearer, and he has gained a lot.

It is now August 16th.

Five days have passed since Cheng Kaiyan arrived in southern Xinjiang by plane.

In the past few days, writers from all over the country have gradually arrived here, totaling more than 300 people.

The number seems high, but compared with the soldiers stationed on the southern border, it can only be described as a drop in the ocean.

After all, there are nine field troops stationed on the border, with a total strength of more than 100,000 troops.

More than three hundred people were thrown in, and not even a wave was created.

After counting the number of people, Ning Qiuyue, Cheng Kaiyan and the military district’s leaders in charge of field research held a field research meeting yesterday morning.

During the meeting, the writers were assigned to the troops, the itinerary was arranged, and preparations for notifications to the troops assigned to the writers were made, especially to protect the lives and safety of the majority of literary and art workers.

A meeting lasted a whole day and was not disbanded until there were no omissions or problems.

The meeting was decided tomorrow, August 17th.

That is, on the Chinese Valentine's Day in the lunar calendar, more than 300 literary and art workers will go to the front line, face the smoke of the battlefield, and write about the battlefield with ink.

For this purpose, the military district leaders specially organized a grand farewell ceremony and lively cultural performances tonight.

It was right on the spacious parade ground of the military district.

Through the large window of the rehearsal room, Cheng Kaiyan could clearly see the staff of the art troupe setting up the venue on the training ground under the scorching sun.

Wooden boards, iron frames, loud speakers, lights...

It attracted many people to stop and watch, including writers, leading cadres, and military staff from all over the country.

It should be a busy day today.

Cheng Kaiyan said in her heart.

He will go on stage to play the piano tonight. It was his request.

It's also where it starts and where it ends.

Half an hour later, it was almost five o'clock.

The rehearsal room was empty as everyone went back to prepare for the evening's performance.

"Cheng Kaiyan! Drink soda."

At this moment, the wooden door of the rehearsal room nailed with iron sheets was pushed open violently.

A female comrade with pigtails ran in with two bottles of soda in her hand and handed one over.

"Why are you here? Thanks, I'm thirsty."

Cheng Kaiyan wiped his sweat and took it.

"I came to see you, you're welcome."

Zhuo Yun smiled and then asked, "How are your preparations? This is your first time performing on stage since you came back, right? You must seize the opportunity."

"Don't worry. When my boyfriend was performing during the Spring Festival, I helped him out. The piece he played was The Dying Swan."

Cheng Kaiyan gulped down the drink and then burped.

"Partner? Do you have a partner? Tell me about it."

Comrade Zhuo Yun raised his eyebrows and immediately asked curiously.

It's not surprising that this guy has a partner.

"She's similar to you, but she used to work in a musical theater and was also a dancer."

Cheng Kaiyan explained softly.

"I see. It seems you still have a soft spot for dancing lesbians."

Zhuo Yun smiled faintly.

Her EQ was not low enough to ask Zhao Ruixue, his childhood sweetheart.

It seems that Cheng Kaiyan and Zhao Ruixue have broken up, after all, she was admitted to Beijing Normal University.

"That's it."

Cheng Kaiyan chuckled. That was true.

The people dancing now are artists, not comparable to the dancers of later generations.

"Before, it was in the musical theater. What about now?"

"I took the entrance exam for Beijing Dance Academy last month and was admitted."

"Great, great! I heard that Lu Yuanyuan's sister didn't pass the exam, but she still brags about it all the time."

……

The two chatted as they went downstairs.

At this time, the sun gradually set and the air became cooler.

"The show is about to start. I'm going to go back and take a shower. See you later."

At the entrance of the art troupe building, Zhuo Yun said goodbye to him, then left with the empty bottles they had drunk.

Cheng Kaiyan also went back to take a shower, and then went to the cafeteria to have dinner with Jiang Zilong, Ye Xin and others. On the way, she also met Ning Qiuyue and Wang Anyi.

"Have you been watching little girls dancing in the art troupe recently?"

Ning Qiuyue walked forward and asked with a sinister look in her eyes.

She asked someone about Cheng Kaiyan's movements during this period, and found out that he was watching young girls dancing in the art troupe under the guise of collecting folk songs.

"Does Caifeng understand?"

Cheng Kaiyan retorted to her.

"hehe."

The other people were also skeptical.

"Okay, get up early tomorrow morning and get ready to go. I have something to do with Deputy Team Leader Cheng, so I won't chat any more."

Ning Qiuyue did not dwell on this topic, but took Cheng Kaiyan to the performance venue.

In fact, it was a meeting with the leaders of the military region.

"I checked and it seems that Comrade Cheng Kaiyan has worked in our military region's art troupe? Doesn't this field trip count as going home?"

The leader, a middle-aged man in his fifties, joked with a smile.

"is not that right."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded and agreed.

This leader is of a really high level.

When he was around, even Colonel Ye Yongsheng beside him couldn't speak freely.

"Really? I noticed that Deputy Team Leader Cheng had a military temperament. It turns out that he had served in our army before."

Ye Yongsheng looked at Cheng Kaiyan with some surprise and said.

As early as that day when he went to pick someone up, he noticed this young deputy team leader. Who would have thought that he was the one who came out of their military region.

With this relationship, the four of them chatted more and more enthusiastically.

Even though he was standing at the edge of the stage, the staff around him were very observant and no one came forward to disturb him.

At the same time, in the girls’ dormitory building of the art troupe.

Several girls came out of the bathroom together after taking a shower, wiping their wet bodies.

While wiping, they also chatted about what happened in the group in the past few days.

"Cheng Kaiyan has been here quite frequently these past few days. Sometimes he's watching us dance, sometimes he's asking about the details of life in the girls' dormitory of our dance team, and sometimes he's playing the piano for us. What does he want to do?"

Lu Yuanyuan covered her body and leaned against the bathroom door, looking at Ye Zimei wrapped in a soft bath towel with an ambiguous tone.

The latter rolled his eyes, very unhappy.

"I heard from Zhuo Yun that the work he was going to write was related to our art troupe, so he came here to collect folk songs, and Teacher Chen was very happy to hear it."

The other girl shook her head and explained.

To be honest, she had no interest in military works, but Cheng Kaiyan wrote about the affairs of their art troupe, which was quite interesting.

"And he's a gay man... How shameless."

The girl with a long narrow face and a mean chin muttered.

"Usually when we rehearse, the male comrades in the troupe are embarrassed to watch, but I'm quite happy if he watches, after all, he is so good-looking."

Zhuo Yun said with a smile.

"Even if it's just for collecting folk songs, it won't work. I'm not a great writer, so who am I trying to show off to?

Don't mention him, change your clothes quickly, we still have dancing later in the evening."

After hearing that somewhat annoying name, Amy Yip finally couldn't help but say something.

Everyone calmed down and changed their clothes quickly.

Zhuo Yun is a straightforward person. She changed her clothes and left the dormitory.

The remaining few are the core members of the small group.

"Okay, okay, but when I passed by the corridor the day before yesterday, I heard Xu Xing and the others seemed to be planning something. They seemed to want to take revenge on Cheng Kaiyan. They wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to go to the front line to collect folk songs tomorrow to teach him a lesson." "Do you think we should talk to Cheng Kaiyan?"

Lu Yuanyuan glanced at the closed door and made sure that Zhuo Yun had left before she spoke.

Several people were stunned when they heard this. Taking advantage of the fact that Cheng Kaiyan was going to collect folk songs tomorrow, he deliberately took revenge tonight?
In this case, in order not to affect the field trip the next day, Cheng Kaiyan will most likely keep quiet.

but……

"Why is Xu Xing so sinister? He's like a eunuch."

The mean girl muttered.

"Hahaha~ Isn't it just a eunuch? When Xu Xing was bullying Zhuo Yun before, Cheng Kaiyan kicked him there and injured him..."

Lu Yuanyuan was shaking with laughter.

"It's not unreasonable for them to seek revenge on him. Why would they use such harsh measures against their comrades? It's their own fault. It has nothing to do with us."

Amy Yip didn't care at all and said coldly.

"Okay...then let's just pretend we don't know about this. We have no obligation to tell Cheng Kaiyan, and don't tell Zhuo Yun either."

Lu Yuanyuan nodded and reminded.

"Of course, we are together."

Everyone nodded, then changed their clothes and went out.

After a while, Amy Yip and her group arrived at the parade ground.

At this time, the stage had been set up, and many people were sitting on small stools in the open space, waiting for the performance to begin.

Amy Yip had sharp eyes and immediately saw her distant uncle Ye Yongsheng chatting with a few people. His clothes and temperament were unusual.

Moreover, they were standing at the edge of the stage and no one dared to approach them. It was obvious that they were not ordinary people.

Suddenly, Amy Yip started to make a plan in her mind.

Although she was one of the more outstanding members of the art troupe, she was insignificant compared to the leaders above her.

If given the chance, Amy Yip still hopes to become familiar to her boss. After all, it won’t be a loss if she goes and takes a look.

So she said to her companions: "Yuanyuan, you guys go backstage first, I'm going to meet my uncle."

"Okay, go ahead, come quickly."

……

Amy Yip walked to the edge of the stage and looked at the back of her distant uncle Ye Yongsheng. She was a little hesitant. Although he was her uncle, the blood relationship between them was quite distant.

After a moment's hesitation, she called out softly, "Uncle Yongsheng? Is that you?"

Maybe it was because the training ground was quite noisy and it was getting dark, so the other party didn't hear it.

This made Amy Yip feel depressed, and she then gritted her teeth and raised her voice to shout a few more sentences.

"Who?"

Ye Yongsheng was chatting animatedly with Ning Qiuyue and Cheng Kaiyan, two people who came from the capital, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name from behind. He asked with a serious expression and a somewhat impatient tone.

"Yes...it's me, Zimei."

Amy Yip is sensitive and has a strong sense of self-esteem.

Naturally, he could hear the impatience in the tone of this distant uncle. His face turned pale and blue, and he stood there with his eyes lowered, not knowing what to do.

She herself did not expect that her initiative would result in a lifetime of introversion.

Ye Yongsheng turned around and found that it was his distant relative who had disappeared somewhere, and his brows frowned.

Since she was a girl, he couldn't open his mouth to scold her, so he could only say in a deep voice: "Zimei? I have something to do now."

The implication is, don't bother me.

"I understand... I'll go backstage first."

Amy Yip lowered her head, suppressed the grievance in her heart, and turned away.

But when Ye Yongsheng heard this, his eyes lit up. He suddenly realized that this distant niece was in the art troupe. Could she know Deputy Group Leader Cheng?

"Zimei, do you work in the art troupe?"

"Ah."

Amy Yip turned around and responded.

"That's great. Zimei, take a look at this Deputy Team Leader Cheng who came from Beijing. Do you recognize him?"

Ye Yongsheng's face, which had been gloomy just now, suddenly laughed heartily.

Deputy Team Leader Cheng from Beijing?
Amy Yip was stunned for a moment and was pulled by Ye Yongsheng to the three people.

At this time, with the help of the lights on the stage, she finally saw the faces of the three people in front of her clearly.

A middle-aged man in his fifties, whom she had met once, at the military district’s year-end conference. He was the leader of the military district and held a very high status.

A mature and charming beautiful woman.

and a young man, in his early twenties.

and many more……

"Cheng Kaiyan?! Why are you here?"

When Amy Yip saw the face clearly, she was struck by lightning and cried out.

Because the tone was quick and sharp, it felt a bit harsh to the four people present.

But she had no time to care about anything else. All she could hear was her uncle Ye Yongsheng's words: "Deputy Team Leader Cheng from Beijing?"

Deputy team leader?
Cheng Kaiyan is the deputy leader of the field research team?
No wonder he said nothing about great writers, writers associations, etc., he acted so calm...

So it was because he was the deputy leader of the field research team?

woohoo...

Amy Yip was a little breathless, and she opened her eyes wide, staring at the man in front of her in disbelief.

Just thinking about what she had said in the past two days, she felt it was so ridiculous and her face was flushed.

So he quickly pretended to be calm and smoothed his hair, and said with an unnatural smile: "Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, long time no see?"

"Long time no see? Yeah, long time no see."

Cheng Kaiyan raised her eyebrows. This woman was pretending to know that he had returned to the art troupe.

"You two young people really do know each other. That's what I was saying."

Ye Yongsheng broke the silence and said with a smile while looking at the two of them.

After a conversation just now, Ye Yongsheng learned from his leader that this seemingly inconspicuous young deputy team leader has such a powerful background.

First of all, he is famous in the literary world. He is a well-known talent, an expert in the field of children's literature, and a master of children's literature.

What’s more important is that this person is actually Mr. Ye’s only student.

Moreover, he has close ties with the Ning family.

if……

Cheng Kaiyan and the other person pretended they had never met before and exchanged pleasantries and reminisced about the past.

The performance was about to begin. Amy Yip finally breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye hurriedly, and fled back to the backstage.

The art troupe's performance program is very rich, including songs, dances, dramas and so on.

The audience cheered.

When the girls from the dance team came on stage, everyone was surprised to find that Cheng Kaiyan was sitting in the leadership seat with a group of leaders, right at the front, visible to everyone.

During the performance, Amy Yip and others were absent-minded. It was not until her performance ended and she returned to the backstage that she calmed down a little.

"Did you notice? Cheng Kaiyan is actually sitting with the leader?"

Lu Yuanyuan said in disbelief.

"I noticed it too. Zhuo Yun, do you know?"

The other girl looked at Zhuo Yun.

"I don't know."

Zhuo Yun scratched his head, not knowing what was going on.

At this moment, Amy Yip wiped her sweat with a towel and said calmly, "Cheng Kaiyan is the deputy leader of the military tour group this time."

"what?!"

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief and were shocked.

After Amy Yip finished speaking, she turned around and left the backstage in a graceful and neat manner.

I don't know where I went.

……

Outside the backstage, Amy Yip found Cheng Kaiyan who was about to go on stage to accompany them.

"that……"

She bit her lip and looked at the young man in front of her. After the "blow" just now, Ye Zimei felt a little complicated and said ambiguously: "Let me tell you something."

"Are you going to confess to me again?"

Cheng Kaiyan's words choked Amy Yip so much that she was speechless.

Amy Yip forced a smile and said, "That's not it. I just want to say sorry to you for saying something unpleasant before..."

"Oh."

"There is another thing... Xu Xing and the others are planning to cause trouble for you tonight. I just happened to pass by and found out about it, so I came here to tell you."

"I see."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded calmly.

Because of his indifference, the two quickly ended their conversation.

Then it was Cheng Kaiyan's turn to go on stage and play the piano. She played "Kikujiro's Summer".

He played the music seriously and with great emotion, creating a melody that was slightly sad and nostalgic.

Let everyone be intoxicated and saddened by it.

He thought very clearly that he just wanted to use this song to say goodbye to the past and accept the past.

Welcome a new life in the future.

(End of this chapter)