Hearing what she said, Yan Zeyang nodded slightly and said: "The performance of the art troupe was good."
"It's true that I am the lead dancer today.
If Captain Yan likes it, on behalf of the art troupe, I welcome you to come to our performances in the future."
Seeing Yan Zeyang's tall and straight figure and hearing his praise, Han Xiuli felt a surge of joy in her heart, and she looked at him with tenderness in her eyes.
Seeing her excited look, Yan Zeyang frowned and glanced around.
There were about a hundred people in the backstage of the art troupe, all looking at this side as if they were absent.
He did not answer directly, just nodded and turned around to leave. .
Han Xiuli stood at the door of the backstage and looked around until no one could be seen, but she felt sweet in her heart.
She had already taken the initiative to talk to him twice.
She should be able to remember herself this time.
She fell in love with Yan Zeyang from the first moment she saw him.
No one in the entire military camp could compare with Commander Yan's handsome demeanor and figure, and his family background was also very good.
She is the most beautiful beauty of the art troupe.
Even Commander Zhao said that Yan Weiguo's son has a very high vision, and he would probably look down on her as an average person, unless she is top-notch.
If you look around the military area, she is the most outstanding one in the art troupe, and also has the most opportunities.
But at this time, Captain Zhao was watching backstage and shook his head inwardly.
Han Xiuli was a child of relatives on his wife's side.
She had been in the art troupe since she was a child, and they had watched her grow up.
She was very high-spirited and focused on everything.
I want to marry in Kyoto, and now I am interested in the only son of the Lao Yan family.
But from the perspective of someone who has been there, his wife's distant niece is probably out of luck.
The son of the Lao Yan family is not someone who can't move his eyes when he sees a beautiful woman.
His niece was pretty enough, but as a result, no one even looked at her twice, she just turned around and walked away.
She didn't even notice her at all.
There were a few red-faced, fair-skinned and artistic female soldiers backstage, and they were all talking behind their backs, "What do you think she just said?
Welcome Captain Yan to come to the art troupe to watch our performances in the future."
One of them, with an apple-cheeked face, was pinching Her voice imitated Han Xiuli's voice, which made the others laugh.
The competition on and off the stage in the cultural troupe is very fierce.
There is only one lead dancer.
Originally, she was promoted based on her strength.
However, because of her relationship with the leader's wife, Han Xiuli became the lead dancer.
All the literary and art soldiers were unconvinced, and internal conflicts became increasingly serious.
"She thought people were interested in her.
She is so thick-skinned.
The Renyan Group obviously came to the backstage to get something after the performance.
She really knows how to put money on her face."
"Who says it's not?
You didn't listen to what she said.
I'm the lead dancer today.
How did she get to be the lead dancer?
She doesn't know that Commander Yan's family has three generations of Red Army soldiers.
He is handsome and capable, and his father is xx , I will be able to get to the rank of a full division master no matter what I do in the future, and I won’t care about my identity if I like her.
My father, the commander, doesn’t even dare to marry Commander Yan.”
"Oh, you have a lot of ideas.
You also want your father to marry Commander Yan."
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The person next to him joked.
"Go, go, let me use an analogy.
Besides, what if you have an idea?
No matter what I do, I am still better than Han Xiuli."
Wenwen went to pick up Yan Miaomiao on time at around four o'clock in the evening.
The primary school at this time was very simple.
Even though it was in Kyoto, Kyoto at this time was definitely not a prosperous city with tall buildings like the later generations.
It even looks like a poor county.
To describe it in one word, it’s rustic.
Yes, it is a very rustic building.
Except for the central area and the circle inside the palace, the rest of the building is really earthy.
The primary school can be compared with the houses in some modern poor areas.
When school is over, a large number of dirty primary school students come out of the school.
In summer, the playground is very dusty when they are running and jumping, and there are piles of sand around.
Many primary school students after school are still playing in the sand there.
It would be weird if I didn’t get a little yellow chicken all over my body.
Fortunately, Yan Miaomiao was quite clean.
She could see the little one in the crowd at a glance.
The Yan family's youngest daughter was said to be six years old, but in fact she was not even there yet.
Today, when Yan Miaomiao saw Wen Xin, she ran over happily and hugged Wen Wen's thigh.
He raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes.
Wen Xin smiled slightly, "Did today's lunch taste good?"
she asked.
"Yeah."
Yan Miaomiao nodded vigorously.
At noon, she opened her lunch box, and many classmates came over to look at her lunch box.
She also shared the fruit-flavored water that Wen Wen brought her with her classmates, because she She is usually young and her classmates who are older than her don't like to play with her, but today many people gathered around her and called her "Miao Miao Miao Miao" and called her to join them when playing.
Therefore, she had a very happy day today.
Wen Xin kissed her, took her hand and went home.
Yan Miaomiao jumped up and down beside Wen Xin all the way.
When she was almost home, she looked at her expectantly with her big eyes, "Will my aunt give me a gift tomorrow too?"
It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Looking at Wen Xin's expectant eyes, one can feel the sensitivity and humbleness of this child's heart.
Although she has a father and brother, Yan Weiguo is so busy that he has no time to take care of his daughter.
It would be nice to come back and hug her twice every night.
As for her brother, it is written in the book that Yan Zeyang still loves his sister very much, but he is a man after all.
He could have stayed in the military camp and did not have to go home and worry about the woman his father married to replace his mother, but he still He has to go back every day, the purpose is self-evident, just to protect his sister.
Even if he did nothing and just stayed at home, no one would dare to lay a finger on Yan Miaomiao, and of course this person pointed at He Wenyan.
It's just that he can protect Yan Miaomiao in this way, and he can satisfy her materially, beautiful clothes, and schoolbags.
However, he may not be able to provide delicate family affection or careful care.
She also saw Yan Miaomiao last time.
Miao Miao happily ran over to hug him, but was stopped by him.
She disliked the thing she grabbed in her hand.
Miao Miao felt very disappointed.
The little girl watched her brother walking upstairs before running to the kitchen.
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In fact, children are very dependent on others, and the things they need are also very simple.
She looked at Yan Miaomiao's little face, knelt down, kissed her, and then held her little body in her arms, "Well, I'll have it again tomorrow.
Take you to school."
Yan Miaomiao's small body was hugged by Wenxin.
She was a little embarrassed and moved uneasily.
When Wenxin was about to let go of her, she shyly asked: "Auntie, it feels so comfortable for you to hold me." " She said: "My mother used to hold me like this.
I haven't been held by my mother for a long time."
After saying that, he specifically added, "It's mom, not Aunt He."
Wen Xin touched her two yellow pigtails.
As someone who lost her mother when she was young, she certainly understands this feeling, poor little girl.
In the evening, He Wenyan came back from get off work.
The hospital is not far from the military area.
If she has enough time, she mostly walks to work and occasionally rides a bicycle.
When she came back, Wenxin was busy in the kitchen.
She was grabbing some of the rice she was cooking, and she happened to bring out a large bowl of fish ball and egg soup.
She hadn't finished the fish that the logistics soldiers had given her yesterday, so she simply made fish balls and put them in the refrigerator.
I just used it to make soup in the evening and threw in two green leaves.
White, green and yellow are beautiful and delicious.
When Wenxin saw her, she greeted her with a smile and said, "Director, you are back.
Dinner is ready.
You can eat it soon."
She has done a lot in the service industry and she still has professional ethics.
Now that she has made the choice, she will eat it soon.
It's one thing to not be dedicated, but at least you should be polite and have nothing to fault.
He Wenyan had been tired for a day.
When she came home and entered the yard, she could smell the aroma of food.
When she entered the door, she could see a smiling face.
Several items of food were already placed on the table.
She could eat them after washing her face.
Her first For the first time, I felt that the nanny I found was pretty good.
I used to feel uncomfortable with having too many people in the house, but now it seems that I am still satisfied.
She gave her a rare smile and nodded, "Miaomiao is back."
"I picked it up and are playing in the house."
Wen Xin said.
He Wenyan hummed and went back to the room to put her bag away.
Wen Xin put down the soup, turned around, and saw Yan Zeyang walking in with a military cap in his left hand and a bag in his right hand, with steady steps, majestic hair, and a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
He looked at her as soon as he came in.
This gave Wen Xin a bad feeling.
As she stood there, she saw Yan Zeyang throwing the bag in his hand into the kitchen, as if waiting for her to pass.
If he wanted her to go there, would she have to go there?
Sure enough, Yama's face turned dark.
After waiting for less than half a minute, he directly gave the order, "You, come here" as if he was ordering the soldiers in his regiment.
Wen Xin even reluctantly shook her black ponytail behind her head.
She glanced at him several times before reluctantly walking over and asking in a pretentious manner: "Comrade Yan, I'm busy.
Please ask me to come over."
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