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Suona, it is always locked.

Even though Wang Yan had consciously stayed away and could even open the window to let the sound out, it still had an impact on the people here and affected their original rhythm.

Even if it doesn't affect the rhythm, Wang Yan's intermittent blowing will always affect his mood, which makes him very upset.

"Brother, please, go outside and practice."

Amid the farewells of a group of people and the glare of Hao Shuwen, Wang Yan finally left the rehearsal hall, found a room by himself, and started playing to the thick sheet of music.

Don't tell me, Wang Yan was really bragging. Idle time is also idle, he is still in the art troupe, and he can't do many other things these days, so he just needs to practice.

"What's the noise? It's your boy calling the ghost here."

A lean middle-aged man opened the door, looked at Wang Yan who was practicing there, and said with a smile.

This man is the political commissar of the cultural troupe, his name is Ningshan. The actor is a man seeking death, and here he plays a soldier.

Of course, this must be distinguished. People in real life cannot be copied into the drama. They are two sets of characters, and the people in the drama all have complete trajectories. Otherwise, how could Wang Yan sleep with women with similar faces but different temperaments.

In the original development, because Liu Feng embraced Lin Dingding and was punished and transferred from the art troupe, He Xiaoping was completely disappointed with the people in the art troupe. Therefore, during a condolence performance on the plateau, He Xiaoping refused to dance as a substitute and pretended to have altitude sickness. It was serious, political commissar Wei Ning saw through it, and later transferred He Xiaoping out of the art troupe and transferred to a field hospital as a nurse.

He Xiaoping was definitely willing to transfer this. After all, she was completely disappointed with everyone in the art troupe, and she didn't want to stay and watch those people. She wanted to stay far away and never see them again in this life.

But in fact, even if He Xiaoping doesn't want to, Political Commissar Ning will still transfer He Xiaoping away. Because He Xiaoping disobeyed management, disobeyed his management, and caused trouble for him at key junctures. If He Xiaoping was really sick, then it would be a matter of force, but He Xiaoping was pretending to be sick, which was not an objective reason.

After all, the performance was messed up, and he, the top leader of the art troupe, was the first to suffer.

Under such circumstances, eight out of ten leaders should study He Xiaoping. The remaining two methods may be more gentle, which is to put He Xiaoping into the art troupe and not do any performances. There is no benefit at all, so just live with it.

"Political Commissar, are you bothering me?"

"No, I was passing by and came to take a look at the sound. Besides, we are a cultural troupe. If we stop making noise, it would be over." Ningshan smiled and waved his hands, making a little joke, then asked, "What? People from the Northeast have been here for more than a year, have they adapted to our southwest?"

"I have already adapted to it. It would be nice if it rained less."

"It's like this in the south. If you have any problems, come to me at any time. If you can solve it, I'll report it to the boss if you can't. I want your parents to feel at ease."

"I just have a lot of things to do, and they don't feel at ease. Don't worry, political commissar, I'm fine. If there is a problem, I won't hold it back. If the political commissar doesn't solve it for me, it's up to your office to stay." Wang Yan said with a smile.

"Hahaha, you... ok, practice hard."

"Political commissar, go slowly." Wang Yan greeted politely and watched Ningshan close the door thoughtfully and leave.

His identity this time was not surprising. His father was a martyr. After his death, his mother would also pass away in a few years. He joined the army again, and the organization took care of him. He did have two jobs, and he was transferred to the art troupe.

He is still a filial son. His parents are actually alive and well, but they have died early in every world he travels to. Of course, his parents have rich death experiences and have various identities.

But really speaking, if every world had parents, he would actually be troubled. The most important reason is that he has been in the film and television world for too long. If reality stays for a month, you don’t know how long you will stay in the film and television world. If his parents existed the same way every time, even with his character, reality and the other world would be blurred, which would be quite dangerous for him.

This is also a kind of protection from the living father, it is the loving heart of the living father.

As for Wei Lan in the real world and a pair of children who will be born in a few months, their influence on Wang Yan is too weak. After all, he is a hard-hearted person or a very high-level actor. In life, On the big stage, enrich the lives of others and be a person who is not a disappointment.

Ningshan's good attitude toward him was firstly because of his father, and secondly because he knew how to get things done, was well-measured, and got along well with others, but was not eye-catching. In the absence of conflicts of interest, it would be difficult for anyone to dislike Wang Yan. If he was annoying to others, wouldn't he have spent many years in vain?

After practicing for a long time, he found the feeling and regained some level of proficiency. It was evening. Wang Yan finished his work, washed the suona mouth, returned to the previous rehearsal venue, put it back in the box, and found a place to put it away.

There is naturally a place for these things. Everyone agreed to the location and put their own things in a pile. Wang Yan has a lot of things here, including suonas, several flutes, a somewhat damaged violin, mouth organ and many other messy musical instruments.

With his LV1 level, he is naturally not qualified for the performance of condolence performances, but the good thing is that he knows a lot of things. He is a snake oil player and can play well as a substitute. , can also be regarded as a free earner in the art troupe.

Therefore, he had more people to eat with. The cheap things were all new, while the expensive ones, such as violins, were eliminated by others and given to him to practice. Musical instruments from this era are also rare, not to mention violins and other so-called elegant Western instruments, which are even rarer. Comrades who play the violin are worshiped as ancestors.

Wang Yan compared them one by one and placed them again. By this time, there was no one in the rehearsal space, and everyone had already dispersed. In fact, after Su Huilan said that she practiced before, there were already fewer people. The art troupe is running normally and everyone is familiar with all the business. Practicing by yourself means that there will be nothing wrong.

A player like Wang Yan has nothing to do every day, otherwise he wouldn't have met Liu Feng and He Xiaoping who just came back. There are a lot of idle people in every unit, especially now that there is no military reform, there are more idle people. , he occupied a spot.

Immediately, Wang Daxian wandered back to the dormitory with his hands in his pockets.

At this time, the dormitory stairs were all outside and connected by corridors, which were roughly the same as the teaching buildings in the south.

There are eight people in a room, all with four bunk beds. Wang Yan, Chen Can, Zhu Ke, etc., including Liu Feng, were also in this room. People from the band and song and dance team lived together.

His bed was on the lower bunk on the north side, and because he came late, it was next to the north window. Behind the window is the residence of the female soldiers in the regiment. As soon as it is opened, you can see the doors and windows of the female soldiers' dormitory behind, and you can vaguely see the female soldiers fighting inside through the uncurtained window.

Liu Feng was the only one in the dormitory at this time. He fiddled with his luggage and said, "I'm back. You practiced hard today."

"It's okay if you have poor professional skills. We have to have a correct attitude." Wang Yan took out the basin for washing, found a change of pants from the cabinet, and asked casually, "Why are you alone? Where are the others? "

"We had dumplings in the evening, and everyone helped the kitchen."

"That shouldn't be the case. Why did you, a pacesetter, come back on your own?"

"You're scolding me, aren't you? I'm busy working when I get back, so I have some free time to pack my things. I've been going back and forth for a week, and I'm all rotten. If I'm making dumplings, the chief of staff won't scold me to death."

Liu Feng had also finished packing at this time, holding a small lady's watch in his hand, rubbing the dial with his thumb, smiling.

"Whose watch is it?"

"Lin Dingding's."

"I guess so."

"How did you guess that?"

"Lin Dingding is very popular. I think many people are interested in him. Director Wu from the promotional video, and the hygienist named Zhang... there are quite a few of them. You keep your watch specially because you want to have more opportunities to communicate with her. It’s also normal.”

"Don't talk nonsense, Wang Yan. This watch of hers is more expensive. I was afraid that it might be touched or lost on the road, so I put it a little deeper. I took it out when I was packing my luggage. Otherwise, something happened to me. There is no way to explain it to Lin Dingding."

"Yes, yes, you are right, I talk too much." Wang Yan responded with a smile, and then said, "You have finished packing your things, let's go, let's go take a shower together, and you can rub my back. "

"Okay, let's go now. After washing, it's time to eat."

Liu Feng was also happy. He stuffed his watch into the tofu quilt, took out his clean clothes and put them into his basin. They went to the bathhouse to take a bath together and rubbed each other's backs.

Of course, Liu Feng's praise for Wang Yan's muscles was also indispensable during the process. They were all in the same dormitory, and naturally they all knew that Wang Yan had a good body, well-proportioned, powerful, and capable of fighting.

Men always take a shower very quickly, not to mention there is no pool here, let alone a second floor, so it is naturally much faster. The two of them took a shower, rubbed mud, and then took the laundry with them. It didn't take much time together.

After taking a shower, the two of them returned to the dormitory refreshed, just as the meal bugle sounded.

Immediately, each took their lunch boxes and chopsticks and went to the cafeteria together.

The cafeteria was very lively at this time, because the art troupe is a large unit. Not only people who perform, play music, and protect people are here, but also people who work in other publicity and other aspects also work here. But in terms of the number of people, there are still more people performing and playing music. As for the leaders of the group, they naturally have Xiao Zao.

The two of them arrived at the window where the rice was placed. Liu Feng took the initiative to ask for damaged dumplings, and Wang Yan got a lunch box full of good dumplings. Not only that, but I also went to the kitchen to pour some soy sauce and break off half a head of garlic.

"Let's go, what are you doing standing around?"

Liu Feng shook his head: "You go over first and I'll talk to the Chief Secretary."

Wang Yan smiled, nodded to the chubby chief secretary who was wearing an apron on one side, carried the lunch box to his seat, and sat at a table with Chen Can and others. When everyone eats together, it feels buzzing, and when there are more people together, it feels warmer, which is physical warmth.

The dumplings are filled with radish and are a bit oily. Wang Yan drank several of them in one bite and tasted them. It was edible anyway.

"Wang Yan, give me a clove of garlic. These dumplings are so tasteless. They can be made eight times in a month and thirty days. Oops..." Chen Can ate the dumplings with big mouthfuls, but he was complaining.

"That's right, then the common people can't eat it yet. I have some vinegar here, authentic Shanxi mature vinegar. My elder brother came to see us and brought it for me, please have some." Someone answered naturally and took out the vinegar bottle. Pushed over.

This man's name is Wang Youquan. He is already in his thirties. He is a flute player. He has good professional skills and a sufficient rank. His family members are in the army and he has two children.

Wang Yan smiled, kept two pieces for himself, and put the rest on the table: "Everyone should share one piece."

While I was talking, I was going to get some vinegar and sprinkle it on twice. Everyone gave it to him, so it would be bad for him to see others.

But at this moment, a gust of fragrant wind flashed behind him. Hao Shuwen slapped his shoulder heavily with one hand, leaned over to grab the vinegar bottle with the other hand.

"What's the matter, Chen Can, you said that the dumplings are not delicious, but you are still talking." She picked up the bottle, thanked Wang Youquan, snorted to Wang Yan and took away the vinegar. She was Holding a grudge.

Wang Yan laughed dumbly, but didn't say anything.

"Hiss... this is quite serious." Zhu Ke felt the same as an old sister-in-law, and looked at Wang Yan with a wink, "Are you angry?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

"No, I heard that she dragged you out today. You two..."

"Zuke, if you talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart."

Hao Shuwen was sitting behind Wang Yan, paying attention to what was going on here. Zhu Ke's words were not deliberately hidden. After all, young people are quite easy to tease.

"Angry!" Wang Yan shook his head, "It's okay, lesbians are like this, she can just digest it by herself. Brother Quan'er is very experienced, don't you think so?"

Wang Youquan's face is very simple and honest, with a mature Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a bit like Zhu Shimao. He nodded with deep understanding: "Yes, I'm telling you..." He talked about his wife...

These days, the relationship between men and women is not very secretive, but it is not open either. But within this art troupe in this world, it is understandable. And Wang Yan didn't say anything outrageous. He even said "lesbian" very politely. He just didn't deny it.

Hao Shuwen heard clearly, and the expression on her face was very wonderful, because she couldn't speak clearly and felt uncomfortable holding back.

If you deny it, it just means that she is 'angry'. If you don't deny it, it means that she has something to do with Wang Yan, but if you don't say anything, she will feel panicked.

Seeing the gossipy looks in the eyes of Xiao Suizi, Lin Dingding and others at the same table, Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes and poured some vinegar into her lunch box: "You have to eat the vinegar brought by Wang Youquan's family and pour it yourself. Don't pour it too much." If you have more, leave some for others.”

After that, I ate dumplings gloomily. Feeling the eyes of others falling on her from time to time really made her heartbroken. Regarding this kind of thing, no matter how arrogant she is, she is still a girl, which is somewhat embarrassing.

Fortunately, Liu Feng sat down next to her, attracting other people's attention and easing her embarrassment.

Liu Feng sat down with an enamel jar. Opposite him was Lin Dingding, who was frowning over the dumplings. He pushed the enamel jar in front of Lin Dingding, opened the lid, and a burst of aroma instantly poured out.

"Don't you like dumplings? I used an electric donkey to cook you a bowl of noodles, and I also poked a chopstick with sesame oil."

"Thank you." Lin Dingding smiled brightly, her tone was casual, and she took the noodles and ate them.

Liu Feng took out his watch from his pocket: "The watch you asked me to repair has also been repaired..."

Just like before, Liu Feng told some of the process and said that he repaired the watch.

Lin Dingding looked at her watch beautifully: "Liu Feng, you are so skillful with your hands, you can fix anything." She smiled brightly at Liu Feng again.

"Eat quickly, the noodles will be gone in a while." Liu Feng smiled with satisfaction, then lowered his head and ate the dumplings.

Hao Shuwen glanced at Liu Feng's lunch box and said in surprise: "Hey, Liu Feng, why are the dumplings in your lunch box torn? You're already eating the dumpling skins."

"Someone has to eat the broken dumplings. It doesn't matter what I eat."

"Suizi, you have to write down the poster carefully in the next issue. What is a pacesetter? This is a pacesetter!"

Liu Feng laughed without any embarrassment and joked with them very naturally.

Xiao Suizi was not in the mood to laugh. She looked at Chen Can who was chatting with Wang Yan and others across the way, and then at the dumplings Lin Dingding put aside. She stood up and said, "Ding Ding, don't waste this dumpling if you don't want to eat it. I'll give it to the people in their band."

As he spoke, he didn't care about anyone else, picked up Lin Dingding's dumplings, stood behind Wang Yan, and placed the dumplings in front of Chen Can.

Meeting Chen Can's eyes and feeling the gazes of others on her, Xiao Suizi suppressed the slight panic in her heart and said, "Don't you always say there's not enough to eat? You've eaten everything and there's no leftovers."

"It's great that Comrade Xiao Suizi cares about his comrades. Next time, you can't just care about one comrade and also care about us. We won't have enough to eat." Wang Yan spoke in a very annoying tone.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense." Xiao Suizi slapped Wang Yan on the shoulder angrily, "If you don't have enough, just take it yourself."

Chen Can smiled and took two dumplings for Wang Yan: "Eat quickly, these are the only two. If it's not enough, ask Comrade Hao Shuwen to give you two."

This was what Xiao Suizi didn't say, because she didn't dare to make such a joke. She tried not to offend others and was kind to everyone. Hao Shuwen is a disciple of a high-ranking official, so she won't talk nonsense.

While they were talking, Hao Shuwen turned her head with murderous eyes.

"Can you have a good meal?"

Chen Can curled his lips and didn't care at all.

Wang Yan even pretended not to hear, laughing and eating dumplings.

Xiao Suizi was excited, but Hao Shuwen said it too suddenly. She was unprepared and ran back.

The people eating at these two tables became quiet for a while. Everyone was silent, but the only one who was embarrassed was Hao Shuwen, who was immersed in dumplings. More eyes fell on him.

Fortunately, at this time Wang Yan, who had been dead in her heart for eight hundred times, spoke.

"Comrade He Xiaoping, have you gone to take pictures?"

"ah?"

He Xiaoping was sitting on the side, eating dumplings with big mouthfuls, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible. The silence in the air made her feel at a loss. Unexpectedly, Wang Yan actually called her name...

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