Reform and opening up have not yet begun, people don't know anything about foreign things, and suddenly they have to receive foreigners, Jiang Chunhong has no other way but to guess. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If you can guess, you can guess, if you can't, you can count the birds after playing!

She can think about it, this stage play performance [Silk Road Flower Rain] is now her - "dance artist Jiang Chunhong" last battle, if it happens, the capital will have to leave her a name from now on.

In the future, when the girl comes here to study, at least the acquaintances meet three good colors.

So, after the whole stage play was written, after practicing for half a month, the big guys of the art troupe held a swearing-in banquet in the canteen.

After drinking all the cups and two pots, the woman's eyes were red and tears fell out.

At the beginning, when she was given to the Jiang family by her mother, Jiang Chunhong remembered that she was very strong in the Jiang family, and refused to admit defeat at all, for fear of being regarded by others as a child whose father did not know what her mother wanted.

Later, her mother fled to Hong Kong City, and several members of the Jiang family went to Yan'an and took her with her, and the Jiang family died on the battlefield and she was the only one left.

Most of the people who knew her died, and they hadn't seen her for the rest of the years, and even if they did, they probably only knew that she was the youngest daughter of the Jiang family.

In the past ten years, Jiang Chunhong has lived in fear, for fear that one day someone will find out, saying that she is the illegitimate daughter of the big traitor XXX, and her father is the spy leader Dai Li.

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In 1979, it was an extraordinary year for all Chinese people, and the stage play "Silk Road Flower Rain" was greatly praised, which immediately caused unprecedented repercussions in the world.

Subsequently, the art troupe performed all the way to Shanghai for the second performance.

Jiang Chunhong didn't have time to rest in the capital for a week before she received an invitation from Shanghai.

The people who should be known in the capital are all known, and the people who can't be known have also desperately met one or two, anyway, now she is a great hero, who doesn't sell a little face?

The life of Comrade Jiang Chunhong began to circulate in Shanghai newspapers, and many people even came to offer condolences and interviews.

Jiang Chunhong's little emotions have long been cleaned up, and she has her own set of rhetoric for dealing with such an interview.

Just when the slogan of "learning from Comrade Jiang Chunhong and paying tribute to Comrade Jiang Chunhong" was circulating throughout Shanghai, an uninvited guest came to visit.

"Director Jiang, some people say it's your relative. ”

A guard came in to report, Jiang Chunhong was surprised, and still called someone in.

It was a man in a homespun tunic who was about 50 years old, and the first thing he said when he met was: "Miss, it's really you!"

Jiang Chunhong was so shocked that she almost didn't knock over the teacup.

"Miss, don't you know me? The nurse who served you when I was a child was my own mother. ”

A man has to admit his relatives.

Jiang Chunhong calmed down, her lips pursed: "Who are you, I don't know you." ”

"Miss, I'm Brother Strong, you were raised by my mother, have you forgotten?"

He said that he looked familiar with the woman in the newspaper, and his surname was Jiang.

Back then, wasn't Miss **XX given to a family surnamed Jiang?

"I don't know you, you recognize the wrong person, this comrade, have a cup of tea, please go back. ”

Jiang Chunhong is very alert, and even speaks with a little Cantonese accent, she wants to disturb this man's cognition and make him think that he is from Guangdong, which can't be beaten by eight poles.

"What's the matter, miss, I won't be mistaken, you were still young, your mother didn't have time to play with you, I was with you. ”

People in their fifties are the most likely to be stubborn, Wang Dali recognized this Ms. Jiang Chunhong, who was the young lady he served with his mother when he was a child, and the most important thing is that he is now coming to recognize his relatives and ask for some benefits.

Jiang Chunhong flatly denied it, "This comrade, I really don't know you, I grew up in the army, I have no family, I am the daughter of a native of the people, I am not a capitalist lady, you really recognize the wrong person." ”

Wang swallowed vigorously, "But even the tear moles in the corners of your eyes look exactly like my young lady." ”

is very old, and there are so many people who look alike, and he doesn't dare to conclude that Jiang Chunhong, a big man, is the young lady he served at the beginning.

But she looks like the smash hit Miss and her mother, the movie star XXX, the age recorded in her life is the same as that of the Miss, and there is a vermilion tear mole in the corner of her eye.

This is a beauty mole, hit the child's own mother and praise her there!

"The one in the corner of my eye is when I was a teenager, I suffered a small wound and became a mole, not congenital, those old-timers in the art troupe knew that my face was clean and ruthless when I was a child. ”

At this time, Jiang Chunhong completely calmed down, and a touch of ruthlessness crossed the corner of her eyes.

"This comrade, I see that you have a deep affection for your young lady, if you need anything, you can talk to the relevant departments and help find it. ”

Wang Dali hesitated, sat down, and said, "If you really don't want her, forget it, she can't be found, maybe someone will be dragged out and beaten to death." ”

Where did this sensitive identity survive?

Jiang Chunhong poured him a cup of hot water and said politely, "It's a pity, after all, some things have just passed, and no one else knows her except you? You all say that she is a young lady, so according to me, since she is a young lady, the driver, nanny, and bodyguard may have it, right? ”

Wang vigorously shook his head, "There's a fart, back then, I and my mother guarded her a milk doll in the whole bungalow, and the bodyguards outside never came in to see it, and when they went out, they were covered with zongzi, and they couldn't see the light!"

The woman's eyes became more and more vicious, but the words in her mouth became sweeter, "In this way, I don't know much about the private affairs of big families in the past, there are many rights and wrongs of rich people, comrade, do you still have something to do, and you are still busy with speeches without me." ”

Wang Dali just got up to leave, but he was unwilling, staring at Jiang Chunhong, "Is that mole in the corner of your eye really growing later?"

Jiang Chunhong was irritated by the question, and she had no choice, so she asked the guards to blast people out, and she sat on the sofa with her whole body, a little frightened.

What are you afraid of, what is coming.

She thought about it left and right, Wang Dali was already in his fifties, and the nurse who served her was about seventy or eighty, and she didn't know if she was still alive.

According to Wang Dali, apart from their mother and son, no one else should remember him.

The Jiang family doesn't have many servants, she is raised by her adoptive mother, and those servants go and die, and they don't care much about her as a foreign surname.