Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Over there in the auditorium

Mr. Shen was holding a tea cup in his hand, squinting at the empty space on the left with a complicated expression.

"What do you think Old Zhao is doing backstage?" Mr. Chu gently touched Mr. Shen with his elbow. Perhaps he was afraid that the people around him would hear him, so his voice was kept very low.

While speaking, he glanced towards the backstage.

"Ask me, who should I ask?" Mr. Shen put the teacup on the table.

Mr. Chu gave Mr. Shen a big roll of his eyes in return.

Realizing that Su Ziyu had not returned, Mr. Chu turned to look at Shen Zhihuan's position again.

The empty seats startled him.

"Old Shen, it's been a few weeks since this show happened. Why hasn't my good granddaughter come back yet?"

Mr. Shen was thinking about the empty seat next to him when he suddenly heard Mr. Chu say that his good granddaughter had not come back. He turned around and saw that his good granddaughter was really not there. He hurriedly waved to the orderly across the aisle.

The orderly just stood up and prepared to go over.

Mr. Shen, who didn't know what he was thinking of, suddenly stood up and ran towards the backstage with big strides.

When Mr. Chu saw this, he no longer cared about appreciating his red song, got up and chased after him.

Then there is Yu Jingyan...

When the three people rushed to the backstage, they really shocked the backstage staff.

A staff member who has been working backstage for more than ten years said: This is the first time he has seen so many leaders appear backstage at the same time.

After a while, the people in the backstage control room also came out.

"Where's the dulcimer player?" Mr. Shen asked, worried that the backstage staff didn't recognize Shen Zhihuan.

"Mr. Shen, are you talking about Brigadier Su's wife?" asked the middle-aged man in the backstage control room.

"Yes!" Mr. Shen nodded hurriedly.

My dear granddaughter is about to give birth, and it’s going to be a bumpy ride...

Mr. Shen felt dizzy just thinking about it.

"Are you watching?" The middle-aged man looked at the staff behind him.

Someone immediately shook their heads.

Everyone is busy on stage and off stage, with costumes and props, who has time to pay attention to who is coming and who is leaving.

"I seem to see Brigadier Su helping his wife to go to the administrative building." A little girl wearing olive green said timidly.

Several people turned around and ran towards the administration building.

A group of Zhang Er monks were left scratching their heads.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

"What else could be going on? It must be that Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu haven't seen their granddaughter since they haven't seen her back, so they came here to look for her in a hurry."

"Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu really love this little granddaughter! They didn't see anyone for a while, so they came looking for her."

"Who has such a beautiful and capable granddaughter? She shouldn't be guarded like an eyeball."

"Don't tell me, Brigadier Su's wife is really pretty. Her little face is as tender as a shelled egg. Most people can't keep up with her, not to mention riding a donkey, or even patting a horse."

……

"Is it over yet? Once you start talking about it, it won't be over. Are you still going to do your work?" shouted a middle-aged man in the backstage control room.

Everyone immediately scattered in all directions, pretending to be busy.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he let out a cold snort from his nose in anger and turned back to the backstage control room.

Beside the curtain, Zhao Yanran, dressed in dance costume, clenched her fists tightly. Can you do it if you can play the dulcimer? !

I'm not afraid of making people laugh when I tell you!

"Yanran, where did you borrow this dance costume? It's so beautiful!" Wu Feifei, who was squatting in the corner to help her arrange her dance costume, looked envious.

"I bought this myself." Zhao Yanran lowered her eyes and glanced at Wu Feifei, who was squatting at her feet, with a trace of disdain deep in her eyes.

"When you went to ask for leave for me, Teacher Ren didn't say anything, right?"

"No, I told you to come here to perform, and Teacher Ren nodded immediately." Wu Feifei gently stroked the pink lace on Zhao Yanran's skirt, her eyes shining with envy and desire.

"I heard people say that you and Liu Chunhua are related?" Zhao Yanran raised her chin slightly.

As proud as a peacock with its tail spread.

Mr. Zhao is in that position. As Mr. Zhao's only junior, Zhao Yanran naturally has all kinds of people around him.

There are countless people who rush to flatter, flatter and flatter others.

Many times, with just one look from Zhao Yanran, the people below knew what to do.

While Zhao Yanran despised those who flattered and flattered her, she also extremely enjoyed their admiration, envy and flattery.

"She is just my partner's cousin, not a serious relative." Wu Feifei never took her eyes off Zhao Yanran's dance clothes.

Zhao Yanran naturally did not miss the envy and greed in Wu Feifei's eyes.

"I heard that she was seriously injured, but you didn't go to see her?"

"Go, why didn't you go? When I went, her face was still bruised and her left eye was swollen. That trafficker was really cruel! She was beaten like that by herself." Wu Feifei pretended to sigh. A sound.

Everyone knew that being abducted by human traffickers would lead to suffering, but they didn't expect that Liu Chunhua would suffer such a heavy punishment.

He was beaten so badly that he lost his dignity.

She entered the ward that day and didn't recognize anyone for a moment.

This is Liu Chunhua, who is physically strong. If she were replaced by Shen Zhihuan, that sick man, she would have to go to Xitian directly!

"But why did I hear that she was rescued from a cripple's home?" Zhao Yanran blinked, looking innocent and ignorant.

"You mean, she has been sold by human traffickers?" Wu Feifei's eyes widened in shock.

A young woman is sold to a bachelor...

All fools know what they will face.

Zhao Yanran hurriedly covered her mouth, as if she had accidentally revealed some secret.

"Then she was given to that cripple..." Wu Feifei was so excited that her eyes lit up.

"Feifei, please don't talk about this outside! Liu Chunhua is already pitiful because of what she did. If it becomes known to everyone, she will really lose her face." Zhao Yanran looked back and forth. He looked around and whispered.

But after her instructions, the faces of the female art soldiers of the 78th Army who were waiting to come on stage all brightened up.

Many even exchanged secret glances.

"Don't worry, I will definitely not go out and talk nonsense. If I do, I will be at the bottom of the exam every time." Wu Feifei was almost swearing.

"Oh! I believe you!" Zhao Yanran curled her lips, revealing two cute little dimples.

While the two were chatting and laughing, the staff member responsible for determining the order of the program ran over from the backstage and said, "Comrade Zhao Yanran, the next program is your solo dance, so hurry up and prepare for the performance."

"Okay!" Zhao Yanran smiled sweetly at the staff, and Ma Liu pulled off the pink down jacket wrapped around her body and gave it to Wu Feifei.

As soon as the announcer finished his announcement, she stepped onto the stage.

The light gauze clothes swayed gently with her steps, giving her an inexplicable feeling of fairy spirit.