Chapter 908 Embarrassed Hao Shuwen

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, Liu Feng was punished for hugging Lin Dingding and was 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 okay, 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 must study He Xiaoping. The remaining two methods may be more gentle, which is to put He Xiaoping into the art troupe and not perform 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 over to take a look. 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, "Are you People from the Northeast have been here for more than a year. Have you 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 measured, 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 into 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 level of LV1, he is naturally not qualified for the performance of condolences, but the good thing is that he knows many things, a snake oil player, a good substitute, and can play everything, but he is basically not needed to play, so it is considered as a heavy insurance. , can also be regarded as a free earner in the art troupe.

So he had more food stuff. The cheap stuff was all new, and the expensive stuff like violins were discarded by others and given to him for practice. Musical instruments were rare these days, not to mention the so-called elegant Western musical instruments such as violins, which were even rarer. Comrades who played violins were worshipped as ancestors.

Wang Yan measured them one by one and put them back in order. At this time, there was no one in the rehearsal venue, and they had already dispersed. In fact, after Su Huilan said that she would practice by herself, there were already fewer people. The art troupe was operating normally, and all the business was familiar, so practicing by herself was equal to having nothing to do.

A contestant like Wang Yan had nothing to do every day, otherwise he would not have met Liu Feng and He Xiaoping who had just returned. There were many idle people in each unit, especially before the military reform, so there were more idle people, and he took up a place.

Immediately, Wang the idler returned to the dormitory with his hands in his pockets.

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

There were eight people in one room, all with four bunk beds. Wang Yan, Chen Can, Zhu Ke, and Liu Feng were also in this room, with many people from the band and the dance troupe living together.

His bed was on the lower bunk on the north side, and because he came late, he was next to the north window. Behind the window was the residence of the female soldiers in the regiment. Once opened, you could see the doors and windows of the female soldiers' dormitory at the back, and vaguely see the female soldiers playing through the window without the curtain drawn.

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

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

"We're going to have dumplings tonight, so we all went to help in the kitchen."

"That shouldn't be the case. How come you, a model soldier, came back by yourself?"

"Are you scolding me? I'm busy since I came back, and now I have time to pack up. I've been going back and forth for a week, and my clothes are all smelly. If I go to make dumplings, the quartermaster will 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?"

"Lin Dingding is popular. I think many people are interested in her. Secretary Wu, the publicity photographer, and the hygienist named Zhang... there are many people. It's normal for you to keep the watch and want to have more opportunities to communicate with her."

"Don't talk nonsense, Wang Yan. It's just that her watch is more expensive. I was afraid that it would be bumped or lost on the road, so I put it a little deeper. I took it out when I was packing my luggage. Otherwise, if something unexpected happened, I wouldn't be able to explain to Lin Dingding."

"Yes, yes, you are right. I talked too much." Wang Yan smiled and responded, and then said, "You have packed your things. Let's go. Let's take a shower together. It's a good time for you to rub my back."

"Okay, let's go now. It's just right for dinner after the shower."

Liu Feng was also happy. He stuffed the watch into the tofu block quilt, turned out the clean clothes and put them in his basin. The two went to the bathhouse to take a shower together and rubbed each other's backs.

Of course, during the process, Liu Feng also praised Wang Yan's muscles. They were all in the same dormitory, so they naturally knew Wang Yan's good body, well-proportioned, powerful, and able to fight.

Men always take a shower quickly, and 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 washed clothes, and it didn't take much time in total.

After taking a shower, the two returned to the dormitory refreshed, and the call for dinner just happened to sound.

Immediately, each of them took a lunch box and chopsticks and went to the cafeteria together.

The cafeteria was very lively at this time, because the art troupe was a large unit. Not only the performers, musicians, and security personnel were here, but also other people in the publicity and other aspects, who also worked here. However, in terms of the number of people, there were more performers and musicians. As for the leaders in the troupe, they naturally had their own kitchen.

When the two arrived at the window for rice, Liu Feng took the initiative to ask for the broken dumplings, and Wang Yan made a full lunch box of good dumplings. Not only that, he also went to the kitchen to pour some soy sauce and broke off half a head of garlic.

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

Liu Feng shook his head: "You go first, I'll talk to the quartermaster."

Wang Yan smiled, nodded to the quartermaster who was wearing an apron and a little fat, took the lunch box to his seat, and sat at a table with Chen Can and others. Everyone ate together, buzzing, and there was warmth when there were more people together, which was physical warmth.

The dumplings were stuffed with radish, which was a bit oily. Wang Yan ate several in one bite, smacked the taste, anyway, it was edible.

"Wang Yan, give me a clove of garlic, these dumplings are too tasteless, thirty days a month, I can make eight times, oh..." Chen Can ate the dumplings with big mouthfuls, but complained.

"Not bad, the common people can't eat it. I have vinegar here, authentic Shanxi aged vinegar, my elder brother came to visit us and brought it to me, give me some." Someone naturally answered, and pushed the vinegar bottle over.

This man is Wang Youquan, he is almost 30 years old, a flute player, with good professional ability, high enough rank, family members follow the army, and they have two children.

Wang Yan smiled, kept two cloves for himself, and put the rest on the table: "Share it with everyone."

While talking, he was about to get the vinegar and light it twice. People had already given it to him, so it would be bad for him to be polite.

But at this moment, a fragrant breeze flashed behind him. Hao Shuwen patted his shoulder heavily with one hand and leaned over to grab the vinegar bottle with the other hand.

"What's the matter, Chen Can? You didn't stop talking when I said the dumplings were not delicious." She picked up the bottle, thanked Wang Youquan, snorted at Wang Yan, and took the vinegar away. She was holding a grudge.

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

"Hiss... this is quite heavy." Zhu Ke felt the same as an old sister-in-law, winking at Wang Yan, "Are you angry?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

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

"Zhu Ke, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth off."

Hao Shuwen was sitting behind Wang Yan, paying attention to the movement here, and Zhu Ke's words were not deliberately hidden, after all, young people are all good at making trouble.

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

Wang Youquan has a very honest face, a mature square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a bit like Zhu Shimao. He nodded in agreement: "Yes, I'm telling you..." He talked about his wife...

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

Hao Shuwen heard it clearly, and the expression on her face was very interesting, because she couldn't say it clearly, and she was uncomfortable.

If she denied it, it just meant that she was "angry", if she didn't deny it, it meant that there was something going on with Wang Yan, but if she didn't say anything, she felt choked up.

Looking at the gossipy 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: "Wang Youquan's family brought vinegar, if you want to eat it, pour it yourself, don't pour too much, leave some for others."

After that, she ate dumplings in a depressed mood. Feeling the eyes of others falling on her from time to time, she really wanted to tear Wang Yan apart. For this kind of thing, no matter how spoiled she was, she was still a girl, and it was a bit embarrassing.

Fortunately, Liu Feng sat down next to her, attracting the attention of others and easing her embarrassment.

Liu Feng sat down with an enamel pot, and opposite him was Lin Dingding, who was frowning at the dumplings. He pushed the enamel pot in front of Lin Dingding, opened the lid, and a fragrance instantly came out.

"Don't you like dumplings? I cooked you a bowl of noodles with my electric donkey, and also added a chopstick of sesame oil."

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

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

As before, Liu Feng talked about some of the processes, indicating that it was the watch he repaired.

Lin Dingding looked at the watch beautifully: "Liu Feng, you are so skillful, you can repair anything." She smiled brightly at Liu Feng again.

"Hurry up and eat, the noodles will be all over in a while." Liu Feng smiled with satisfaction, and lowered his head to eat dumplings.

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

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

"Suizi, you have to write well for the next wall newspaper. What is a model soldier? This is a model soldier!"

Liu Feng laughed, and he was not embarrassed. He joked with them very naturally.

Xiao Suizi didn't want to laugh. She looked at Chen Can who was chatting with Wang Yan and others across from her, and then looked at the dumplings that Lin Dingding put aside. She stood up and said, "Dingding, don't waste these dumplings if you don't eat them. I'll give them to the people in their band."

As she spoke, she didn't care about others, and directly picked up Lin Dingding's dumplings and stood behind Wang Yan, and put the dumplings in front of Chen Can.

Facing Chen Can's eyes and feeling the gazes of others on her, Xiao Suizi suppressed her inner panic and said, "You always say that you don't have enough to eat. Eat it all and don't leave any leftovers."

"Comrade Xiao Suizi cares about his comrades, which is great. Next time, you can't just care about one comrade, but also care about us. We don't have enough to eat either." Wang Yan said in a very annoying way.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense." Xiao Suizi slapped Wang Yan's shoulder with a slap in anger, "If any of you don't have enough to eat, just pick it up yourself."

Chen Can smiled and picked up two dumplings for Wang Yan: "Eat quickly, just these two. If it's not enough, let Comrade Hao Shuwen give you two."

This is what Xiao Suizi didn't say, because she didn't dare to make such a joke. She tried not to offend anyone and was kind to everyone. But Hao Shuwen was the child of a high-ranking official, and she wouldn't say anything nonsense.

As they were talking here, Hao Shuwen turned her head back, and murderous eyes came out.

"Can you eat well?"

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

Wang Yan pretended not to hear and ate dumplings with a smile.

Xiao Suizi was startled. What Hao Shuwen said was too sudden. She was not prepared and ran back.

The people eating at the two tables suddenly became quiet. Everyone was silent, but Hao Shuwen, who was busy eating dumplings, was the only one who was embarrassed. More eyes were on him.

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

"Comrade He Xiaoping, did you go to take pictures?"

"Ah?"

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

Thanks to the good brothers who voted for the monthly ticket for support,

Thanks to the brothers who voted for the recommendation for support,

Thanks to the big brothers who read the book silently for support.