Xie Yuhong went into the room inside with her clothes to change her clothes.

Zhu Mei and Chen Xiujuan stopped chatting and turned their faces to look at An Ge with strange expressions.

An Ge glanced at them, ignored them, and lowered his head to go about his work.

Now she is not a dancer of the dance team, but just a backstage staff in charge of costumes and props.

Now that Xie Yuhong's costume is in trouble, it's her business, and she is obligated to help.

"Sister Ange, you are so nice. Han Xiaoya's sweet and greasy voice came from behind, "I still want to help Sister Yuhong." She used to ...... you before."

An Ge was not interested in her method of sowing discord, and his expression was faintly silent.

Han Xiaoya leaned in front of her makeshift ironing table, pouted, and sighed: "Sister An Ge, your legs are not completely well, I don't think you are walking very neatly, when will you start to resume practicing?" If you can resume practicing, Teacher Liu promises to be happy to death, you don't know, she rehearses for us every day, she has to compare us with you all day long, always saying how Ange used to be, look at how you are, and said, if Ange hadn't injured his leg, where would it be your turn to dance solo, and she would have said that we were ashamed to death......"

An Ge turned a deaf ear.

Han Xiaoya smiled again and said: "Yes, if you weren't injured, how could the level of our dance team be like this, you can't even dance a Xinjiang dance......

As she was talking, Xie Yuhong changed her clothes and came out of the inner room, just when she heard her words, the expression on her face was very embarrassed.

Han Xiaoya pretended not to see it, and continued: "Sister Ange, I see that your legs are much better, Teacher Liu said, you have already begun to resume basic training, so I don't think it will take two months, and you will be able to return to the dance team...... This is great, there is hope for the National Day performance, otherwise how can Sister He Ling be alone" will not make the choreographer team die in a hurry,"

Xie Yuhong snorted, walked past them, and threw the Xinjiang dance dress on the ironing table in a huff.

Han Xiaoya seemed to suddenly see Xie Yuhong, and playfully stuck out her tongue: "Oh, Sister Yuhong, aren't you about to go on stage, why are you still here?"

Xie Yuhong didn't look back and said, "If you weren't here, you wouldn't have heard your high opinions." ”

Han Xiaoya smiled embarrassedly: "Sister Yuhong, don't be angry, I just chatted with Sister An Ge for a while, and I care about Sister An Ge's leg injury." ”

An Ge raised his head at this time, looked at Han Xiaoya, and said lightly, "Did I talk to you?"

Han Xiaoya: "......"

An Ge lowered his head calmly, and carefully ironed Xie Yuhong's changed clothes: "Thank you for your concern, whether my leg is good or not, when to resume training, it's my business, you don't have to worry about it." ”

Xiaoya Jian: ......

After a while, she walked to Zhu Mei and Chen Xiujuan.

On the other side, Zhu Mei and Chen Xiujuan snorted lowly: "I don't know the hearts of good people." ”

An Ge felt inexplicably irritated when she heard this, she threw down the clothes in her hand, unplugged the electric iron, got up and walked out of the house.

On the stage of the Bayi Auditorium, Jiang Feng and He Ling were dancing as a duet.

They rehearsed a dance called this time, which tells the story of a soldier who leaves his wife to fight in a distant country, Jiang Feng plays the soldier, wearing a military uniform, and He Ling's wife has her hair in a low bun, wearing a blue flower Chinese costume and pants, looking like a sister and brother love.

An Ge stood in the aisle and watched for a while, Jiang Feng was arrogant and full of emotion, and He Ling was gentle and introverted, delicate and sincere.

The movements of the two are very tacit, one turning and the other bending are very skillful.

But An Ge looked at it and still felt that something was wrong.

She frowned, took a few more steps forward, and stood almost at the entrance of the stage, staring intently at the stage.

After looking at it for a while, she finally noticed that something was wrong, and the two of them did not make eye contact.

Although the two are sincere in their actions, as soon as their eyes meet, they immediately separate, as if they have their own hearts and test each other.

An Ge was a little confused, what's going on?

These two people are veteran actors with rich experience on the stage, don't let anyone say that they all know how to express the inner world of the characters on the stage, even if He Yuanyuan will be jealous, Jiang Feng will not give up her professional requirements because of her small emotions, not to mention that He Yuanyuan has now thought about it, when Jiang Feng performs, people don't look at it at all, don't look at it, don't worry about it.

Then this problem is not with He Yuanyuan.

So where is the question?

Could it be that it is these two people?

Is it Jiang Feng or He Ling?

An Ge stared intently at the two people on the stage, feeling that the goosebumps on his body were about to rise.

She didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't want to look any further, so she turned around and pushed open the door of the "safe passage".

The concrete steps were still hot, exactly the same as before, and the sound of cicadas came like a tide.

An Ge sat on the steps, fanning the handkerchief in her hand, sweat dripping from her forehead, and she couldn't tell whether she was hot or frightened.

As an adult, she knew intuitively that there was an abnormal relationship between the two people, but Luo Fu has a husband and a wife, and this kind of affection is not shallow.

As Jiang Feng's good friend, what should she do?

Do you persuade from the sidelines, or simply pretend not to know and let it develop naturally?

Knock on the side to persuade you, but emotional things, how can outsiders persuade you, not to mention that chasing after the wind and shadows like this will hurt Jiang Feng's face, if you pretend to be deaf and dumb, then if things develop in a bad direction in the future, how can you be worthy of his affection as a friend?

What's more, there is He Yuanyuan, no matter what, she is also a good sister who has endured hardships with her, carried tiredness, spit yellow water together on the warship, and shared joys and sorrows on Shanhua Island.

Ange rubbed his hair in annoyance.

The concrete steps were hot like an electric iron ironing the pants on his ass, and Angel grinned in.

"You're not afraid of the heat, your ass is about to turn into braised pork, right?" someone behind him sneered.

The voice was familiar.

An Ge was stunned for a moment, jumped up from the ground, and looked back.

Sure enough, it was Ning Jiashu who had a cigarette in his mouth that had not yet been lit, and was staring at her with a smile.

"Hey, why are you here?" she said in surprise, shouldn't she be on Shanhua Island?

"Come back for the holidays. Ning Jiashu said and took out a lighter from his trouser pocket, lit a cigarette, and took a soft puff into the air.

"Holiday?" An Ge's eyes widened.

"It's a holiday. Ning Jiashu's fingers holding the cigarette bent and shook his head slightly: "Are our soldiers just August 1st Army Day? Why, you don't know?"

"You're coming back from Shanhua Island after the August 1st Army Day? You won't come back crying and making trouble after suffering from hardship, right?"

"I'm sorry. Ning Jiashu glanced at her speechlessly, "Come back to participate in the commendation meeting." He paused, then smiled and said, "This time it's not me who makes a report, you don't have to have a burden of thought." You are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie