Chapter 42 This Is Kneeling Down

Old Song did not delay and drove the carriage to the county town.

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

Song Yu Nuan was holding a large teacup, the kind with a white ceramic surface and big red characters.

It was wrapped in a towel and contained honeysuckle water.

As people came one after another, Song Yu Nuan and the other two stood out.

The main reason was that Xiao Asheng had two patches on his knees. Even though the stitches were fine, they could be seen at once.

Song Ting had specially cleaned up today, but her clothes were not newly bought, and she was not wearing leather shoes on her feet, and she did not wear a scarf. Compared with these city girls in front of her, she must be more than a little worse.

Even Song Yu Nuan did not wear leather shoes or a scarf, mainly because she felt that the scarf was too rustic and leather shoes were rubbing her feet, and it was really not as comfortable as the cloth shoes made by her mother.

Moreover, they were all accompanied by adults.

These adults were either cadres or workers at first glance.

A short-haired girl asked directly: "What do you do?"

Song Yu Nuan: "I'm here for an interview."

The group of people were originally in a competitive relationship, and now they all stared at each other.

"We don't recruit temporary workers here, did you go to the wrong place?"

Song Yu Nuan glanced at the dozens of girls, well, they are destined to be killed by my aunt, so don't be angry.

Otherwise, it will be bad for my aunt if we quarrel.

A Sheng immediately said loudly: "My aunt is here to interview members of the art troupe, we didn't go to the wrong place."

Dozens of people immediately started to chatter.

Some were curious, some were contemptuous, and some were wary. Anyway, the emotions were quite complicated.

Afterwards, more than a hundred people came one after another.

Just at this time, the door of the art troupe opened, and seeing a group of people outside, they hurriedly said: "Are you all here to register? Come in quickly, the interview venue is in the rehearsal hall."

Song Yu Nuan was about to follow the crowd in, and saw Zhao Li walking towards this side quickly not far away.

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

Song Yunuan did not refuse. Song Ting could not eat. She held a big teapot and thanked Zhao Li shyly.

She was surprised. How could this niece and Sister Zhao know each other so well?

But they had eaten noodles in the morning, so they each ate one and stuffed the rest into their shoulder bag.

Zhao Li was still worried that Xiao Nuan would pay for it because she was afraid of being at a disadvantage. She never thought that the child would eat it right away. Zhao Li was really happy, with a smile on her face. She went to praise Song Ting: "Don't talk about anything else. Just look at your image. You are at least in the top ten among these people. Don't feel burdened. Sing freely. I heard that typhoon is also very important..."

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

It is said that there are only two hours for registration, and it will end before 10 noon.

Even so, there are more than 100 people, and they were screened.

So many people, all of them are related, who will go first and who will go last?

So, draw lots to decide.

Song Yu Nuan thought she was the little red hand, and excitedly drew the last place!

She looked at the note suspiciously, and looked at the staff suspiciously.

The staff laughed, and the little girl looked so cute when she doubted them.

"Little girl, this is not fake, how can I know which one you caught, right?"

Since she was the last one, it might be afternoon.

Zhao Li told Song Ting not to be nervous, and not to feel pressured whether she sang well or badly, just come here to have fun, and also treat those judges and audiences as cabbages...

Song Yu Nuan asked Sister Zhao to go back to work, don't worry about this, and if there is good news, promise to tell her first.

The interviewees were waiting in the rehearsal room, and then in a small meeting room, they were interviewed one by one.

The first girl was called in.

She suddenly envied the last person.

There were chairs in the rehearsal room, Song Yu Nuan, Song Ting and A Sheng sat in the front, and many people cast special eyes on her.

An hour passed quickly, and the staff came over to tell Song Ting that even though she was the last one in line, she should not leave, as she would probably be done before one o'clock.

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

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

The deputy director, Zuo Shanhong, who was the villain on the list, said: "I don't think the last few can read the five-line music. I'm afraid their academic qualifications are fake, right?"

He had a mission to accomplish, and he had to create some conflicts when he had nothing to do, otherwise he would be reprimanded by the leader if his performance was not up to standard.

He looked at Gu Chunlin, the director of the art troupe sitting next to him: "Old Gu, there are more than a dozen good seedlings in front, and all the leaders are hungry and tired. Let's end it here..."

Old Gu shook his head: "No, we must ensure fairness." But then he said: "The last ones are actually very unfair. It's too much to not let them in, right?"

Others agreed.

The last half an hour is not bad.

Song Yu Nuan and the others were waiting in the back, and there were also many current actors from the art troupe standing together.

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

Song Yu Nuan said, "We are here to accompany my sister-in-law, and we promise not to disturb the order."

That person couldn't 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, who glared at the staff and asked him not to make noise.

Song Ting finally stood in the meeting room.

She was the last one.

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

First, they asked Song Ting to introduce herself and gave her a five-line score to hum.

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

Lao Gu originally wanted to drive the people from the troupe out, but Zuo Shanhong said: "Don't drive them out. There will be a lot of people under the stage. If you are all afraid, then don't compete. Go home."

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

She didn't want to disappoint Xiao Nuan's kindness.

Someone laughed: "The voice is shaking, as if the radio speaker has poor contact."

Song Yu Nuan stood at the door, looking at the long-faced actress who laughed at Xiao Gu, and didn't know who she was. Her words were too unpleasant.

Xiao Gu came here for the first time, so it was impossible to offend her.

A female comrade in the crowd said: "Shut up!"

"I didn't say..."

Suddenly, a melodious humming sounded.

This voice, even with a slight tremor, was gentle and beautiful, clear and bright.

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

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

Lao Gu said in a gentle voice: "We have tried singing the five-line score, and now you can sing the song you want to sing."

Song Ting bowed: "Dear leaders, the song I will sing next is Embroidered Golden Plaque!"

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

After a few breaths, a high, melodious and emotional voice slowly sounded: "... In the first month of the year, the Lantern Festival is celebrated, and the golden plaque is embroidered..."

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

This is kneeling with your mouth open! ! !

Embroidered Golden Plaque, pronounced liao, the lyrics come from a certain Baidu