“…… Have you ever considered joining an art troupe or a theatrical performance team? ”

When Wang Shengli asked Lin Dong this question with a serious face, to be honest, Lin Dong really didn't know how to answer him for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is true that with the systematic urine nature and its own development trend, it is only a matter of time before he enters the art troupe or art team or even gets involved in the entertainment industry.

But before Wang Shengli asked this question, Lin Dong really hadn't considered joining the art troupe or the art team. His biggest goal now is to join the Fourth Battalion and fulfill the dream of the original owner.

Therefore, after being stunned for a few seconds, Lin Dong replied with some hesitation: "Fat brother, I haven't considered this issue for the time being, so ......"

"That's a!"

Seeing that Lin Dong only thought about it for a few seconds before refusing, Zhao Feihu suddenly glanced at him with hatred, and then turned to Wang Shengli and said: "Fatty, if you can really get this stinky boy into the art troupe or art team, in the future, you kid will support you in the future!" ”

Paralysis!

Such a good opportunity, since Lin Dong's loser refused, what a stupid thing.

Don't look at Zhao Feihu, who is also the third generation of the root and the seedlings, but compared with the family with only Wang Fatzi, a single seedling in thousands of hectares of land, Zhao Feihu, who has many juniors, actually does not have much say in the family.

Before hiding from his family and helping Lin Dong enlist in the army, he was already scolded for being bloody, and now let him go to his family to get Lin Dong into a high-standard art troupe or art team, isn't that looking for death?

"As long as Brother Lin has this intention, it's not like I don't have no way to help. But since Brother Lin doesn't have that intention for the time being, then I can't force him to join the art troupe or art team, right? After all, twisted melons aren't sweet! ”

Wang Shengli's family does have some influence in the military art world, but the premise must be based on Lin Dong's strength and intention. But it is obvious that Lin Dong has the strength but no intention now, so even if Wang Shengli really appreciates him as a person, he will not do what is difficult for a strong man.

"Fatty, you don't have to ask him about this matter, just ask me about being a brother!"

Seeing that the fat man didn't seem willing to help, Zhao Feihu hurriedly patted his chest and promised: "You go and arrange this matter now, I guarantee that this kid has no opinion!" ”

It's a good thing that you won't have this shop in this village, but it's hard to find it with a lantern!

Lin Dong didn't understand, didn't he Zhao Feihu understand?

"Dude, what do you mean now?"

However, Wang Shengli didn't pay attention to Zhao Feihu, who was rattling on his chest, and only asked Lin Dong for his opinion.

"Fat brother, it's still the same sentence, I don't have that intention for the time being!"

Lin Dong was indeed not ready to enter the art troupe or art team now, so he shook his head again.

"In that case, that's good! When you're done, come back to me. My words still work! ”

From Lin Dong's first hesitation for a few seconds before refusing, Wang Shengli knew that he would definitely not agree easily.

If others were so shameless, Wang Shengli would definitely not say this sentence again. But Lin Dong, he thinks that he is indeed a rare talent, so he has the intention of promoting.

"Then thank you, fat brother!"

Although he may really miss this village and not have this store, Lin Dong does not regret it. Because it seemed to him that gold always shines.

And, most importantly, he Lin Dong is a rare piece of dog's head gold!

Therefore, he has that self-confidence, even without Wang Shengli's help, it will be no problem for him to want to join the art troupe in the future.

It was impossible for the fat man to leave the duty room for a long time, so after a few casual conversations, he left.

As soon as the fat man left, Zhao Feihu scolded Lin Dong with his head and face: "Lin Dong, I said that you kid are really stupid or fake stupid?" People and fat people say that, why don't you know how to nod? Do you know who a fat man is? His old man is one of the bigwigs of the General Political Department, as long as he agrees to help, you can report to the art troupe of the military region tomorrow at the latest, do you know? ”

"Well, I didn't know just now, but now I know when you say that!"

Looking at Zhao Feihu's face, which was obviously a little deformed due to anger, Lin Dong said with a sincere expression.

"I ......"

Looking at Lin Dong's face with "so it is" but not the slightest hint of surprise, Zhao Feihu suddenly smashed out with a punch, but smashed it with cotton. That kind of powerless frustration suddenly made him burst into a foul mouth with hatred, "! Don't bother to care about you, your own way, you can do it yourself! ”

After saying that, Zhao Feihu also left with a black face.

……

"Damn stupid, since you have that kind of opportunity to climb up, don't you, I'd rather stay in the grassroots army and be a big soldier, is this a pig's brain?"

Even though almost half an hour has passed, Zhao Feihu is still haunted by Lin Dong's choice.

Zhao Feihu really didn't understand why Lin Dong, a person who likes to engage in creation, didn't go to the art troupe with good salary, quick promotion, and special ability to be promoted, so he had to stay in an infantry brigade to be his big leader.

But if you don't understand, you don't understand, anyway, you have already said what you should say, and you have already done what you should do, so don't regret it when the time comes!

After coming out of the brigade organ, Zhao Feihu walked straight to the direction of the brigade's theatrical performance team.

Yes, although Zhao Feihu's brigade is not a large unit, there is also a literary team in it.

The reason why Lin Dong was asked to write a poem and a song for him was naturally to use it to tease the female literary and artistic soldiers of the literary team.

Everyone knows that the 19th Brigade has five golden flowers, and two of them are a plant of the literary team.

The barracks of the art team are in the southwest corner of the brigade, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter and will not enter. Because all the soldiers live in it are women!

But obviously, Zhao Feihu is not an ordinary person, and with his familiar posture and the appearance that the sentry in charge of standing guard ignores him, it is also obvious that it is not the first time to come here.

went straight upstairs and came to the rehearsal hall used by the art team to rehearse dramas and sketches, Zhao Feihu really saw Jiang Mengjie, the sister of Dilian.

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes, after the rehearsal of the drama was completed, Zhao Feihu walked majestically towards a beautiful woman with fat skin, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, melon seed face, small lips, and a ball head, about twenty-five or sixteen years old.

"Staff Officer Zhao, come to see our captain again?"

"Staff Officer Zhao, what have you prepared for our captain this time?"

"Staff Officer Zhao, the love poem you wrote last time, our captain told us in private that it was weak!"

Seeing Zhao Feihu who suddenly appeared here, the first person to react was not Jiang Mengjie, the captain, but the few soldiers under her who were also beauties.

"Go, go, go...... Go aside! What do you little girls know? ”

was teased by a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, no matter how thick-skinned Zhao Feihu was, he couldn't help but blush at this time.

Soon, this group of innocent and innocent young soldiers walked out of the rehearsal hall one by one "giggling" and laughing like sparrows, leaving only Zhao Feihu, who was red-faced, and Jiang Mengjie, who was always the same.

"Didn't I tell you not to come to me? Why are you coming to me again? ”

This time, it was Jiang Mengjie who was the first to speak, and from both her expression and tone, it could be seen that she was not very welcoming to Zhao Feihu's arrival.

"Didn't you say that the poem I wrote last time was weak? This time, I worked hard to take out the strength of pressing the bottom of the box, and wrote the best one, and I will give it to you! ”

For Jiang Mengjie's unapproachable face, Zhao Feihu can be said to have completely adapted to it, so at this time, he didn't have any anger at all, he only took out his hand-copied poem manuscript from his pocket with a shy smile and handed it to Jiang Mengjie, who was extremely ill.

Jiang Mengjie knew that Zhao Feihu was a typical master who didn't see rabbits and didn't scatter eagles, so she didn't refuse, and took the manuscript of the poem with a cold face.

Because he knew that Zhao Feihu was a person who knew nine out of ten things about literature and art, he only knew one thing. Therefore, Jiang Mengjie did not have any illusions about the poem he wrote at this time, and guessed that his poem was at most the level of the sixth grade of primary school.

"The farthest distance in the world

Not the distance between life and death

but

I stand right before you

But you don't know I love you......"

However, as soon as she finished reading the first sentence, she felt like her brain exploded in an instant!

And when she finished reading the whole poem, she was inexplicably moved to cry by the sadness and grievances in the poem, the overall artistic conception in the poem, and the beautiful words of the poet.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feihu suddenly said in ecstasy in his heart: "Damn! Finally won back a city and let her know what the real awesome poetry is! ”

However, Zhao Feihu guessed the beginning, but not the end.

"Zhao Feihu, tell me honestly, which master's work is this?"