Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 22 - Nanshan County Cultural Arts Troupe_1

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Nanshan County Cultural Arts Troupe_1

Chapter 22 -22 Nanshan County Cultural Arts Troupe_1

Little Asheng’s small feet were just like a person’s, white and plump.

When Song Yunuan stepped on them, they felt squishy and fun.

Huzi extended his foot, “Sis, you can step on me too.”

Song Yunuan did so with a smile, and the trio instantly burst into giggles.

Sun Jinrong breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly spread out the straw mats and also brought out a new quilt that gave off a faint smell of soap.

When it was time to lie down, Sun Jinrong turned to look at Song Yunuan, the tender and gentle girl, fragrant and fresh, with not only a beautiful face but also dainty little feet.

Such a well-behaved and sensible young girl, even though she didn’t like the Song family, couldn’t stop Sun Jinrong from taking a liking to her.

Her voice softened involuntarily, “Little Nuan, it’s a bit cramped at home.

Please bear with it.”

“It’s quite nice,” she replied.

Snuggling with her freshly washed little brother, Song Yunuan began to feel sleepy.

But she didn’t forget to give a compliment, “Auntie, I didn’t expect your house to be so clean and tidy, you really are capable.”

Sun Jinrong, who had been feeling quite upset, felt better after being praised by Song Yunuan, “Let’s go to sleep, tomorrow morning your aunt will buy you deep-fried dough sticks to eat.”

“Wow, auntie is so nice!” Asheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly said.

Huzi was also happy, “Auntie is really nice.”

Sun Jinrong scolded with a laugh, “Go to sleep!”

Although she thought she’d be sleepless all night, she surprisingly slept till dawn.

When Asheng was led away from his uncle’s home by Song Yunuan, his eyes were brimming with tears.

The dumplings with cabbage and pork filling at noon were really delicious.

He could have eaten half a bowl more, but his sister hurried him away from the table.

He complained indignantly, “I don’t know when I’ll get to eat dumplings again.

Sister, why didn’t you let me eat a few more?”

Song Yunuan touched his plump little belly and teased him, “Eat any more and you’ll burst your stomach.”

“Sister, my belly isn’t a balloon.” When Song Yunuan stopped, he pointed ahead curiously and asked, “Sister, what is this place?”

“Nanshan County Cultural Arts Troupe!”

Song Yunuan stood with her brother under the wall opposite the cultural arts troupe.

Just now, when she left her uncle’s home, she had secretly spoken a few words with him.

It was to caution him to be wary of his mother-in-law’s family.

She also vaguely reminded him that she had heard Old Mrs.

Sun might be involved with kidnappers, so could the aunt have been trafficked?

Because she learned from her grandmother that Old Mrs.

Sun wasn’t actually nice to her.

He needed to be careful.

Not to let Old Mrs.

Sun harm Huzi, but without evidence, he shouldn’t tell the aunt to avoid a quarrel between the couple.

Unexpectedly, her uncle didn’t ask any questions and simply agreed.

This made her breathe a sigh of relief.

The plot was being rewritten little by little.

She hoped the Song family would safely get through this ordeal.

Of course, she couldn’t forget the matter at hand.

In Nanshan County Town Cultural Arts Troupe, a deputy head and a singer were actually part of the antagonistic faction.

This matter was highly secret.

It was likely that even the acting county head didn’t know yet.

The issue began when Dragon Aviation test flight base took on an extremely important task.

Because the secret was top-level, the entire county had to be investigated.

This investigation unearthed some problems.

In order not to startle the snakes, they couldn’t make a move against the individuals yet.

The plan was to take them down when Wuyi County Town Cultural Arts Troupe came to the test flight base for an encouragement performance.

Because there was also an informant inside the base.

But there was a problem.

This singer had a solo performance, and on that day, she absolutely couldn’t be allowed to perform.

However, that antagonist was the only soprano in the troupe, and there was no suitable replacement.

Therefore, a stand-in had to be found.

Of course, if the cultural arts troupe wanted to recruit a member, they would be overwhelmed with applicants.

Just yesterday, news leaked out, and hundreds of people were looking for connections and backdoors to get in.

The troupe leader alone received more than a dozen phone calls.

Whomever you agree to is bound to offend someone.

Especially since there were leaders from above pulling some strings.

Besides, this wasn’t about hiring regular workers.

But they couldn’t find a suitable candidate right away.

So they decided, why not hold an open recruitment!

Therefore, they held a brief meeting in the morning, and by the afternoon, they had posted a recruitment notice.

However, less than five minutes after it was put up, it was torn down.

The troupe leader was criticized for acting recklessly.

So, she took advantage of those few minutes to submit Song Ting’s name; she even brought her household registration.

Song Ting was a natural soprano.

The star song for the singing actor was “Embroidered Gold Plaque.” Song Ting’s range was so high it seemed she could break through the sky.

And her performance was so earnest that it could move people to tears.

It’s not that I’m promoting my niece, but as long as Song Ting belts out a song, she’s sure to come in first.

In the singing business, it’s always been about real talent.

Song Yunuan was uncertain about the time, so she arrived early.

Without a watch, she didn’t know what time it was, but she felt it must be soon.

Indeed, after just half an hour or so, a few people came out fussing and pasted a red paper on the wall.

They even stood there looking at it.

Song Yunuan pulled her brother along and quickly walked over.

Asheng looked at his sister, puzzled; why did this seem like a situation of “lying in wait for prey”?

Before those people could return to the offices, Song Yunuan was already standing in front of the big red paper.

She cried out in surprise, her voice exceptionally clear, “Oh my, your Cultural Arts Troupe is recruiting sopranos!

My aunt, Song Ting, has a bright voice and a good image; she’s perfect for the job.

I’m here to sign her up.

Comrade, can you tell me who I should go to for registration?”

Good-looking people are always popular.

Originally, these people were not planning to pay attention to outsiders.

In fact, they thought it was unnecessary; didn’t everyone have relatives?

The children of their own aunts and uncles all wanted to join the Cultural Arts Troupe.

The benefits were good, the status was high, and you’d meet high-ranking officials.

But they didn’t expect that immediately after putting the notice up, with the paste still wet, someone actually came to sign up, and this girl really did have a good image.

Hearing that it was her aunt, the director couldn’t help but ask, “Where is your aunt?”

“My aunt is at home; I’m signing up on her behalf.”

The director frowned, about to say that they needed the person herself for registration, but then changed his mind, “It’s alright for someone else to register, but you need to have a household registration book and a recommendation letter.”

Song Yunuan took out the household registration book, sweet and clever, “I happen to have brought the household registration book.

As for the recommendation letter, would mine work?”

The director was stumped.

He couldn’t say that they had never intended to take registrations from the public.

This slot was supposed to be an internal arrangement.

Song Yunuan pretended to be confused and asked, “So, I can’t sign up?

Is this notice just for show?

Should I not take it seriously?”

“No, it’s not just for show,” the director hurriedly explained.

You can’t just say anything carelessly.

If the leaders found out, it could lead to trouble.

“Since it’s not just for show, are there any conditions for signing up?”

“There definitely are.”

“What are the conditions?”

“Age must not exceed twenty years old, and educational level must be at least middle school graduate.”

“My aunt isn’t even nineteen yet.

Here, look, this is my aunt’s household registration; she’s a middle school graduate.”

Even though her graduation score was a sore point, she did, after all, graduate.

The people looked at each other.

“Where do I go to register?” Song Yunuan asked sincerely.

Thus, the director had no choice but to stiffen his neck and lead Song Yunuan inside the building.