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"Sister Tao, have you ever seen a stage play?"

Why do I feel a little scared?!

Sitting in the black box theater, it was pitch black except for a dim yellow light on the stage. A few young people were setting up props by taking advantage of this light.

Wang Fei moved closer to Zhou Tao and then asked this question.

Are you a little nervous?

Holding Wang Fei's hand, Zhou Tao wanted to laugh.

Before National Day, I met her for the second time. This tall and beautiful singer immediately introduced herself:

"I am Wang Fei, Jiangnan's girlfriend."

At the time, I thought she was fearless. But unexpectedly, in the dark, Wang Fei seemed a bit timid.

"I'm not nervous!"

As a professional singer, one should have a natural affinity for the stage. How can one say that one is nervous when watching a play?

So even though she was nervous, Wang Fei firmly shook her head and refused to admit it.

"Don't be nervous... that's good."

Seeing Wang Fei's fierce but cowardly demeanor, Zhou Tao wanted to tease her.

"Aunt Duan... who is Jiangnan's mother, is the deputy director of the Department of Otolaryngology at Huainan People's Hospital. She is quite domineering and strong-willed."

A couple of years ago, a leader from the health bureau went to see her for treatment. Just because he made a joke about a nurse in the ENT department, Aunt Duan chased him for three blocks with a broom.

"Ah..." Wang Fei exclaimed in surprise.

"So..." Zhou Tao said with a drawn-out laugh.

"So what?" Wang Fei asked curiously.

"So if you want to date Jiangnan, the first thing you need to do is to master long-distance running. You need to run fast and have strong endurance."

This will prevent you from having a conflict with Aunt Duan later, and her coming to bother you with a broom all over the street.

Ugh... ptooey!

Wang Fei blushed.

Zhou Tao is such a funny guy.

Jiangnan has such a good temper; even when he was cursing at Baihua Recording Studio, he still had a smile on his face. How could his mother possibly be a short-tempered person?

As Wang Fei was thinking, she suddenly felt someone touch her hand. Turning her head, she saw that it was her agent, Chen Jiaying.

I just called her to tell her about the lack of agents in Jiangnan, and I didn't expect her to come straight over from the hotel.

Just as Zhou Tao was about to chat with Chen Jiaying about Jiangnan, he nudged Wang Fei with his elbow, signaling her to look ahead, as Jiangnan's final performance had officially begun.

……

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The warm yellow kerosene lamp flickered, and white steam rose from the soup pot.

A couple ate noodles and chatted quietly; at another table, three firefighters took off their helmets, sat down looking exhausted, and waited for the proprietress to cook the noodles and bring them to them.

Jiangnan stood silently by the stall, her figure indistinct.

Zhu Yuanyuan, who was wiping the cutting board, was the first to notice him.

"Young man, you've been standing here for ages. Would you like to sit down and have a bowl of noodles?"

Liu Mintao, who was eating noodles with his head down, heard the proprietress's voice, looked around, and finally saw Jiangnan standing in front of the noodle stall.

"Oh, there's another guest here. Are you from a film crew shooting a movie nearby? This Eighth Route Army uniform is really well made, even the shoes are straw sandals, and there's that rifle you're carrying."

"Yes, that's right. They probably finished filming the night scene and didn't have time to change, so they just passed by here looking for food," Xin Baiqing concluded.

The voices of a young couple startled firefighter Li Naiwen. He looked Jiang Nan up and down and then said:

"Chengdu has been a popular filming location lately, and this costume looks incredibly realistic!"

"Filming? I'm not filming. I just followed the scent of noodles and came all this way. I have a few questions for you all."

Jiangnan was fine when she didn't speak, but once she did, it gave people a chilling feeling.

His voice was old, deep, and resonant, with a strong Sichuan accent, which was quite different from his appearance.

……

"what!"

Inside the black box theater, someone made a small scream, but it quickly disappeared without a trace, probably because they covered their mouth with their hand.

Seeing this, Lang Kun, who was sitting in the front row, leaned back as far as he could, trying to get as close to the back of the chair as possible.

This skit seems kind of interesting, huh?

Although it wasn't explicitly stated that the young man was playing a ghost, or more precisely, the ghost of a hero, the stark contrast in appearance and voice immediately drew the audience into the story.

Ok…

The young man playing the ghost seems interesting; as expected, he should be Jiangnan.

……

Upon hearing the young man speak like an old man, firefighter Tang Xu immediately became serious: "Go ahead and ask."

"First question, have we driven the Japanese devils out?"

Everyone was taken aback, and the atmosphere quieted down slightly.

Wang Jinpeng said with a serious expression, "The old man was driven away a long time ago; it's been decades since the victory in the War of Resistance."

Jiangnan paused slightly, then said:

"Has the new China been established yet? Are ordinary people able to have enough to eat, and do they have cotton-padded clothes to keep warm in winter?"

Back then, when we left Sichuan, we often lacked enough dry food and wore thin clothes in the cold winter.

The soldiers who fought alongside me wore gray cloth uniforms and octagonal caps, their clothes were full of patches, many of them wore straw sandals, and ammunition was scarce, so they had to carefully calculate every shot they fired.

Does our army still lack clothing and ammunition?

……

"Waaaaah..."

Wang Fei was crying; she couldn't hold back her tears.

It's all that brat Jiangnan's fault! How come his acting skills are so good? As soon as he opens his mouth, he can unconsciously lead the audience astray.

Was he a revolutionary martyr?

He sacrificed himself decades ago, and all he wanted was to come back and see how his descendants were doing. Were they able to eat their fill? Were they able to stay warm?

Have you been bullied by anyone yet?

Tears streamed down Wang Fei's cheeks, and she reached into her bag to pull out a tissue to wipe them away, but she could only manage to pull out the tissue.

Zhou Tao's hand reached out from the side.

"Here, give me one!"

"I forgot I wasn't wearing makeup."

"Jiangnan, that naughty little brother, has always been a troublemaker since he was a child. He would put earthworms in my water cup, which would scare me so much that I would scream and yell; he would put toads in my schoolbag, which would embarrass me in class."

Now, seeing him perform in a play has moved me to tears again.

"Well…"

Wang Fei, who was initially quite heartbroken, was stunned. This older sister from Jiangnan was so good at being coquettish!

And he's a bad brother...

I'm his official girlfriend, and I've never said anything like that!

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and give me the tissue." Zhou Tao complained to Wang Fei, took the tissue from her, and started wiping his tears.

However, while she was wiping away her tears, she kept her eyes on the performance on stage.

……

Liu Mintao sensed something was wrong.

"Wait... how do you know so much about the War of Resistance against Japan back then? The actors in the film crew wouldn't ask such detailed questions."

Jiangnan looked up at the lights of the fire station across the street.

"In 1937, I followed the Sichuan Army out of Sichuan. First, I fought the Japanese with the National Army, and then I fought the Japanese with the Eighth Route Army. I never returned to Chengdu."

Back then, all I thought about was surviving and being able to eat a bowl of noodles from my hometown.

Xin Baiqing's heart skipped a beat, and he said:

"You...you're not an actor?"

"I could tell a long time ago. He didn't have the warmth of a living person. He's a soldier who went to Sichuan to fight against the Japanese and never returned home. His heroic spirit has come back." Zhu Yuanyuan sighed softly as she put the cooked noodles into a bowl and then placed it on the table.

A pair of chopsticks were placed in the bowl, inserted at an angle, and then, with tears streaming down her face, she said to Jiangnan, "Please have some noodles!"

"Okay, thank you!"

Jiang Nan said thank you, then sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks, and then the stage lights dimmed.

When the lights came on, Jiangnan was gone, but the bowl remained, now an empty bowl.

……

"Slap slap slap..."

Thunderous applause erupted, and everyone in the room stood up and applauded.

On stage, Li Naiwen, Tang Xu, Zhu Yuanyuan, Wang Jinpeng, Xin Baiqing, Liu Mintao and others took their bows together, and standing in the middle was Jiangnan, who was wearing a gray Eighth Route Army uniform.

"Jiangnan..."

Everyone held hands, and Jiang Nan had just bowed to everyone when Liang Bolong, the head of the Performing Arts Department, standing in the front row, pointed at him while wiping away tears and said:

"Your leave is approved!"

Our dean can vouch for you; it's perfectly fine if you don't come at all for the rest of this semester.