Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

Lao Songtou didn't waste any time and drove his carriage to the county seat.

When we arrived at the gate of the art troupe, we found that they had arrived early and there were not many people there yet.

Song Yunuan was holding a large teapot, the kind made of white ceramic with big red characters printed on it.

Wrapped in a towel, there is honeysuckle water inside.

As people came one after another, Song Yunuan and the other three stood out.

The main reason is that there are two patches on the knees of little Asheng's pants. Even if the stitching is fine, you can still see it at once.

Song Ting had specially packed up today, but her clothes were not newly bought, her feet were not leather shoes, and she was not wearing a gauze. Compared with the girls in the city in front of her, she must be more than a little inferior.

Even Song Yunuan didn't wear leather shoes or gauze scarves, mainly because she felt gauze scarves were too tacky and leather shoes were abrasive to her feet, not as comfortable as the cloth shoes made by her mother.

Moreover, they are all accompanied by adults.

These adults look like they are either cadres or workers.

A girl with short hair asked directly: "What do you do?"

Song Yunuan: "You're here for an interview."

A group of people who were originally in a competitive relationship all stared at this moment.

"We don't hire temporary workers here. Are you going to the wrong place?"

Song Yunuan glanced at the dozens of girls and said, well, they are all destined to be killed by her sister-in-law, so she won't be angry.

Otherwise, it would be bad for my sister-in-law if we start a fight.

Ah Sheng immediately said loudly: "My sister-in-law is here to interview members of the cultural troupe. We are right."

Dozens of people suddenly started chirping.

Some are curious, some are disdainful, and some are wary. Anyway, the emotions are quite complicated.

Then more than 100 people came one after another.

Just at this moment, the door of the art troupe opened, and a group of people outside were seen saying hurriedly: "They are all registered, right? Come in quickly, the interview venue is in the rehearsal hall."

Just as Song Yunuan was about to follow the crowd in, she saw Zhao Li walking quickly towards her not far away.

Zhao Li carried a canvas bag and took Song Yunuan and others to the other side where there were few people. She opened the paper bag and found a steaming big steamed dumpling inside.

Song Yunuan didn't refuse. Song Ting couldn't eat. She held the big teapot and thanked Zhao Li shyly.

I was very surprised. Is this niece so familiar with Sister Zhao?
But we had eaten noodles in the morning, so we ate one each and stuffed the rest into our satchels.

Zhao Li was also worried that Xiao Nuan would have to pay for fear that she would suffer a loss. Who would have thought that the child would eat it as soon as he brought it over. Zhao Li was so happy, with a smile on her face, and went to praise Song Ting: "Don't say anything else. , Just looking at your image, you should be at least in the top ten among these people. Don’t be burdened and sing freely. I heard that typhoons are also very important..."

So, he followed the crowd and told Song Ting a lot of things she found out.

It is said that registration only has two hours and ends before [-] noon.

There were more than 100 people here, and they were screened.

There are so many people who are all related, who comes first and who comes last?

So, it was decided by drawing lots.

Song Yunuan thought she was the little red hand, so she excitedly picked the bottom number 1!
She looked at the note suspiciously and looked at the staff suspiciously.

The staff laughed, and the little girl wondered how cute they looked.

"Little girl, this is not fake. I don't know which one you caught, right?"

Since it’s the last one, I can’t say it will be in the afternoon.

Zhao Li told Song Ting not to be nervous, and not to feel pressured whether she can sing well or not, just treat it as if she is just here to have fun, or treat the judges and audience as nothing more...

Song Yunuan asked Sister Zhao to go back to work. Don't worry here. If there is good news then, she promised to tell her first.

The interviewers were all waiting in the rehearsal hall, and then they were interviewed one by one in a small conference room.

The first girl was called in.

She suddenly envied the last person.

There were chairs in the rehearsal hall. Song Yunuan, Song Ting, and Ah Sheng sat in front of them. Many people looked at her with special attention. An hour passed quickly. The staff there came over specially to tell Song Ting that even though she was the last one in line, don't leave. It would probably be over before one o'clock.

The water in the teapot was cold, so Song Yunuan replaced it with hot water. Song Ting was just trying to moisten her throat, so she didn't dare to drink it.

When it was finally Song Ting's turn and the last few, the judges were very tired.

The deputy leader, Zuo Shanhong, the villain on the list, said: "I wonder if the next few can read staff. Is their academic qualifications fake?"

He has a mission, and he needs to create some conflicts, otherwise he will be reprimanded by the leader if his performance is not up to standard.

Then he went to see Gu Chunlin, the leader of the cultural troupe who was sitting next to him: "Old Gu, there are more than ten good seedlings in front of us. All the leaders are also hungry and tired. Let's end it here..."

Lao Gu shook his head: "No, we must ensure fairness." But then he added: "The latter part is actually very unfair. Isn't it too much to not let people in?"

Others agree.

Not less than the last half hour.

Song Yunuan and the others were waiting behind them, and standing with them were many current actors from the art troupe.

Someone said: "Children can't go in."

Song Yunuan said: "We are here with my sister-in-law, and we promise not to disturb order."

It was difficult for the man to say anything, because although there were no children in the corridor at this time, there were many parents.

There was also an old lady with white hair. She glared at the staff and told him not to make any noise.

Song Ting finally stood in the conference room.

She is the last.

The judges and leaders in the conference room looked obviously relieved.

First, let Song Ting introduce herself and give her a staff to hum.

Many actors from the art troupe standing in the corridor crowded in and stood in the corner, smiling at Song Ting who was standing in the center.

Lao Gu originally wanted to drive the members out of the group, but Zuo Shanhong said: "Don't rush, there will be a lot of people under the stage. If you are afraid of this, then don't compete and go home."

Song Ting's voice trembled slightly: "I want to compete, I won't go home."

She didn't want to let down Xiaonuan's wishes.

Someone chuckled: "The sound is shaking, as if the broadcast speaker has a bad contact."

Song Yunuan stood at the door, looking at the long-faced actress who was laughing at her sister-in-law. She didn't know who she was, and her words were too ugly.

It was my first time for my sister-in-law to come here, so it was impossible to offend her.

A lesbian in the crowd said, "Shut up!"

"I didn't say..."

Suddenly, a melodious humming sounded.

This voice, even though it was slightly trembling, was gentle, clear and bright.

Lao Gu's eyes widened, slightly excited, and he hurriedly lowered his head to read the information.

Song Ting, a member of Erdaohe Village of Kuihua Commune.

Lao Gu's voice was gentle: "I have tried singing on the staff, and now I can sing the song you want to sing."

Song Ting bowed: "Dear leaders, the song I'm going to sing next is Embroidered Gold Plaque!"

Lao Gu smiled and encouraged: "Sing boldly, don't be nervous."

After a few breaths, a high-pitched, melodious and full of emotion voice slowly sounded: "... During the Lantern Festival in the first month, the golden plaque is embroidered..."

As soon as this sound came out, the whole place was silent.

This is kneeling with your mouth open! ! !

　The golden plaque is embroidered, read liao, the lyrics come from a certain degree

　　(End of this chapter)