In the summer, the sky is always dark and very late.

It wasn't until Zheng Lingling's show was over that the night quietly engulfed the playground.

In the open-air rest area below the stage, beside Shen Yiran, there were two girls standing on the left and right, one of them holding his arm tightly, and the other squinting and not knowing what he was looking at.

"This classmate, I know Shen Yiran and his girlfriend, and I also know where he is. ”

politely exposed the girl's blind identity, Shen Yiran smiled and said, "So, if you want to find him, please tell me the truth, who are you?

Hearing these questions, Lin Xiangxiang felt that he was really unlucky today.

Because she stayed up late to work last night, it was already three poles in the morning when she woke up in the morning, which caused her to fail to catch the special car arranged by the company, and had to drive from the magic capital to Shangjing by herself.

The red Carmella soft-top convertible is very beautiful, and she gritted her teeth and bought it because of its appearance.

She doesn't have much time to use the car on weekdays, so she feels comfortable every time she drives, but today, she experienced a completely different feeling.

The magic capital is more than 270 kilometers away from Beijing, and it takes at least more than three hours to drive, due to the low chassis of the sports car, the narrow space, the high requirements for the road surface, and the speed limit if you don't pay attention to it, when Lin Xiangxiang arrived at the Kyoto Conservatory of Music, she felt that the whole person was about to collapse.

followed Gao Qiang, who was waiting at the gate of the school, to the scene of the literary evening, sat in the guest seat and took a nap, and when she had just recovered a little vitality, Li Wanxiang called her.

The world is big, the boss is the biggest, there is no way, she can only run to the playground according to the instructions after receiving the call, in the mixture of hard muscles and various smells, she squeezed out a contact lens to get to the first row.

Because she couldn't see the object clearly, she couldn't find where the boss was for a while, so she had the idea of finding Shen Yiran in advance.

Although he couldn't see clearly, when he heard that the person sitting on the bench next to him was about to say some sensual love words to coax his girlfriend, Lin Xiangxiang interrupted him with a bad taste, and then asked Shen Yiran's location in a soft voice.

When asked about her identity by the other party, she didn't know if it was because of tiredness or because of the influence of the two people falling in love, she uncontrollably said that she was Shen Yiran's girlfriend.

This is really an old sow running into the slaughterhouse, so that she will not die, and she hit the muzzle of the gun.

"Do you know his girlfriend?"

After hearing the person in front of him say that he was Shen Yiran's friend, Lin Xiangxiang wanted to say his name directly, but due to the previous slip of the tongue, plus she came here secretly to spray people, and didn't want others to know her true identity, so she had no choice but to continue to make it up, anyway, the most important thing now is to find the guy named Shen Yiran in front of the boss:

"He broke up, I'm his new girlfriend, if you don't believe me, you take me to meet him!"

As soon as the words fell, a thick and steady voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What do you believe?"

Lin Xiang turned her head, although she didn't see it very clearly, but she knew from the voice that the person who spoke was her boss Li Wanxiang.

"Mr. Li, it's like this, I..."

She just wanted to say that she was looking for someone to inquire about the location, but before she finished speaking, she saw Li Wanxiang walk past her, come to the boy she asked a question, and said with a smile:

"Senior Brother Yiran, your performance today is really unforgettable!"

"Junior Radiant?"

Hearing this title, Lin Xiangxiang opened his mouth wide in surprise, and his face was full of incredulity.

"He's Shen Yiran?"

......

......

It only takes three or four minutes to get from No. 52 Xiaonan Street to the back door of the Kyoto Conservatory.

Old man Zhao was carrying a military kettle in his hand, humming an old song from the old Han Dynasty in his mouth, swaying like an old naughty boy while walking, looking full of joy.

The young man beside him was much more restrained, and he always walked with his head held high and his body tense and straight.

"Xiaohu, you, you're as boring as that Shen boy. ”

Old man Zhao yawned, and said in a tone of hatred that iron is not steel: "As a military literary and art worker, look at you, how can you look a little artistic." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the young man's arm, and then said, "You said that these tendons and flesh on your body are used to sing and play the piano? If you go out to give a condolence performance, you must not frighten the grassroots people!"

After Old Man Zhao finished talking about his crooked reasoning, the young man he called Xiaohu scratched his head and said with a smile: "Regiment Commander, this is requested by Political Commissar Qin, he said that we literary and art workers are also soldiers, and in addition to artistic performances, we also need to look like soldiers." ”

", he is a face-alist, he knows the art of a fart!"

Hearing the three words of Political Commissar Qin, Old Man Zhao couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, then sighed, and said helplessly: "I've only been on leave for four years, what do you say my Air Force Political Department Art Troupe has been tossed into by him, I heard that you seem to have won the third place in the group of the free fighting competition of the military region some time ago?" ”

Nodding, Xiaohu said proudly: "Yes, the third place in the group, the fourth place in the highest individual score......"

Before he could finish speaking, Old Man Zhao covered his ears and walked to the front faster, in fact, he knew that there was a reason why Political Commissar Qin asked for this.

In recent years, due to the imperfection of the state army's honor system and cadre promotion system, officers and men of combat units have had the opportunity to make meritorious contributions only in special major tasks such as flood fighting, countering riots, maintaining stability, and joint military exercises, in addition to the normal year-end meritorious service awards.

Such opportunities are too few for the entire combat unit.

However, the state's current seniority badge system is not perfect, and the regulations on determining the military age of military personnel are not clear, which has led to the phenomenon that newly enlisted art workers can hang up military age badges for more than 10 years; in addition, in recent years, the army's art troupe has never been able to produce good works of art, and a series of contradictions have naturally aroused the disgust of the officers and men at the grassroots level, and Political Commissar Qin's request is also to reduce the contradictions between officers and soldiers.

Old man Zhao can understand this approach, but as the head of the Art Troupe of the Political Department of the Air Force, he still hopes to rely on good works to win the respect of the combat troops.

Seeing that Old Man Zhao walked to the front, Xiaohu hurriedly followed, changed the topic and asked: "Leader, some time ago, the family came to look for the little sister, but she just didn't want to go back, and now she has to follow that little brother Shen, what do you say about this?"

"What should I do?"

Old man Zhao smiled and said mockingly: "What's so bad about this, her surname is Xu, not Zhao, since the family made such a ruthless decision back then, now she still wants to interfere in the child's life and let her go back to recognize her ancestors and return to her ancestors?"

With a cold snort, Old Man Zhao pointed to the night sky and continued: "Hehe, you want to cover the sky with one hand? Do they really think that this country's surname is Zhao?"