"Ange, Ange...... Got off the bus......"

"Hurry up, Ange, wake up, oops, why are you asleep again?"

"Ange, I can't sleep anymore. ”

Someone next to her was pushing her hard, and her head hit the glass, and it hurt.

An Ge grunted dissatisfiedly, opened his eyelids with difficulty, and squinted to see that outside the car window was a tall plane tree, and under the thick shade was an auditorium in the style of the Republic of China.

She stared at the five-pointed star on the door for a long time before she recognized the August 1 Auditorium of the Military Region, and she had come to see the performance many years ago.

8. 1. Rites and halls?

Where is she?

Isn't it supposed to be still on the highway at this time? The huge explosion was deafening, and the broken glass like a flower scattered by the Heavenly Maiden rushed to her face, and the air bag ejected out and pierced her chest.

Sticky blood flowed from his forehead, his eyes were scarlet, and the moment he closed his eyes, An Ge thought, it was too late.

"What if, start over?" rang in the man's deep voice.

An Ge used all his strength and shook his head with difficulty, "...... How is that possible?"

The sound of the ambulance's horn came from far and near.

"I can do as long as you want. The man's voice sounded in his ears again, and there was ** warmth on his cold lips.

****

Now, is it an ambulance carrying her? But why did the ambulance drive to the Bayi Auditorium?

"Ange, what are you still sitting there doing, why don't you get out of the car quickly. Someone else was calling her name, "Ange, Ange...... Hurry up. ”

She stood up abruptly and looked around intently, where was the ambulance, it was just an ordinary military bus.

At the entrance of the bus, several young girls in military uniforms were lining up in turn to get off the bus.

"Ange, hurry up and keep up. The girl who walked at the end turned around and called out to her.

*****

An Ge stood on the right side of the stage and looked out.

In the August 1 auditorium, the lanterns were full of joy, the high-decibel loudspeakers were playing the majestic march, the audience was divided into several neat and uniform phalanxes, and thousands of people were singing in unison to the rhythm of the music: "Our team is facing the sun, stepping on the land of the motherland, carrying the hope of the nation, we are an invincible force, we are the children of workers and peasants, we are the armed ...... of the people."

The dazzling spotlights lit up the stage, and the shaking figures in front of them could not be seen clearly, and only a large red slogan on the opposite wall could be faintly seen: "Grand celebration of the 60th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese People's Liberation Army." ”

Wait a minute.

An Ge rubbed his eyes again.

The 60th anniversary of the founding of the army.

Counted and counted with my fingers, then...... It's 1987.

This also means that now she is back to the year she was seventeen?

What a weird thing it is.

She looked down at herself in a panic, the fat navy uniform was put on the still fully developed body, and the two twisted braids hanging down her chest were the uniforms of literary and artistic soldiers in the eighties.

I couldn't help but pinch my cheek fiercely, and I took a breath in pain.

I don't know if it's a dream or a reality.

An Ge turned around and ran, she wanted to find a mirror, even if it was just a dream, she wanted to see what she looked like now.

"Xiao An, what are you running?" in a hurry, he bumped head-on into a person.

An Ge stopped stiffly, looked up, and the young man in military uniform stared at her with a look of disgust.

An Ge immediately lowered his head, looking really a little timid and cowardly.

"The show is about to start, why don't you put on makeup and change your costumes? Didn't you listen to what you were taught before?" The soldier lectured with a straight face, and his voice was full of ruthlessness.

The military songs around him were loud and the music was shocking, but in fact, I couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Don't go yet. Seeing that she was still standing stupidly, the other party couldn't help but urge loudly again.

An Ge let out a low "yes", turned around and ran towards the backstage, stumbling and almost hitting the cement pillar at the entrance of the stage.

****

An Ge followed the sign into the backstage area, only to see costumes and props scattered on the concrete floor, and a few busy actors ran in and out of the small door on the side, giggling and laughing, rummaging through the pile of clothes for the clothes and accessories they needed, and no one noticed her presence at all.

She stood there, confused.

The noisy crowd, the loud singing outside the curtain, the bright lights, all these were close in front of her, but they seemed to be out of reach, the vague images fluttered in her mind, she only felt dizzy, her mouth was dry, her back was in a cold sweat, and the thin military uniform was sticky and clinging to her back.

"Why don't you change your clothes yet? we're the first show, it's too late!" someone next to her tugged at her arm.

It was the girl who had just called her in the car, wearing a red cloth shirt, combing a braid, tying a red hair rope, and her little face was painted with heavy oil paint.

"I ......" An Ge looked at her, swallowed and spit, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Wouldn't it be a joke to ask her to dance now, because the basic skills of many years ago have long been forgotten.

"What's wrong with you? are you still uncomfortable?" the girl stared at her with round eyes, and suddenly reached out and touched her forehead.

Ange was so frightened that he took a step back.

"It's okay, I don't have a fever......" the girl said to herself, and comforted her with a smile, "Ange, don't think about it so much, I'll talk about it when the performance is over." ”

"I'm ......," Ange said after a pause, hesitantly, "I seem to have completely forgotten my movements." ”

"Huh, completely forgotten?" the girl was taken aback, and then she understood, "No wonder...... You're all soloists, how can you remember the movements of our group dance......" She then smiled again: "It's okay, you can dance with me in the second row later, don't you forget the movements...... You're so smart. ”

An Ge nodded, smiling reluctantly.

"Li Jing, why are you still chatting here, are you ready?" The middle-aged soldier who was just at the entrance of the stage came over again, frowning and glaring at them.

Only then did An Ge know that the girl in front of him was called Li Jing.

"Instructor Yang, I'm all set. Li Jing said crisply, secretly sticking out her tongue at An Ge.

Yang Lixin looked her up and down, didn't find fault with her, turned his face and saw An Ge again, and frowned in disgust, "Why are you still here, didn't you just let you put on makeup and change clothes? Discipline, discipline, how many times have I told you? ”

An Ge didn't squeak, silently thinking about what "Instructor Yang" had just said, and thinking with some frustration, it seems that his sixteen-year-old self is not treated well by the leader, and the future days will probably not be comfortable.

"Report to the instructor, Xiao An is in good health, and she is still a little uncomfortable, so I will take her over to change her clothes immediately. Saying that, Li Jing gave her a look, and without waiting for An Ge to answer, he grabbed her arm and ran away.

Is your body good?

An Ge followed behind Li Jing and asked, "What's wrong with my body?"

Li Jing staggered, stopped, looked at her in a daze, and after a while, she smiled and twisted An Ge's little cheeks, "What's wrong with your body?...... You, I see you have a fever, and you don't even remember how sick you are. ”

An Ge sighed weakly and said in a low voice, "It's confused." ”

Li Jing looked at her with sympathetic eyes, and stopped talking.