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Chapter 14

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    chapter 14

    When she was in high school, Ruan Nianchu was obsessed with sadistic romance novels for a while. The book described the heroine's reaction after losing her love, either looking for death or living, or dying of pain.  But when it came to her, she found that it was not the case at all.

    Her breakup was like losing a key pendant, nothing serious.

    The elite and his incumbent have gone to create a happy life.

    Her ex is single again.

    After learning about their daughter being cheated on, Ruan's father and Ruan's mother were furious and went to the elite's parents to discuss an explanation.  The elite's family is a scholarly family, and the elite's parents are also professors. Regarding the son's cheating, the two elders have no face and can only apologize to Ruan's father and Ruan's mother.

    Regrettably, the other party's sincere apology failed to appease Ruan's father and Ruan's mother.  The friendship between the two families capsized like this.

    Ruan's mother loves her daughter dearly, and while cursing the elite as a heartless person, she makes plans for her daughter's next blind date.

    Ruan Nianchu let Ruan's mother go.

    In the days after the breakup, she was free and easy, and she was really happy. She even invited her friends to hold a party to celebrate.  The friends came here with the intention of comforting and enlightening, but they were all speechless when they saw her playful and happy face.

    Qiao Yufei scolded her, "Are you sick? You actually let that mistress take care of her baby? If it were me, I would slap those two bitches on the face."

    Ruan Nianchu focused on playing the mobile game without raising his eyes: "I'm not angry, why hit someone?"

    Qiao Yufei was inconceivable: "Hey, your boyfriend cheated on you, and the mistress ran away. You are so arrogant and arrogant. Are you still not angry? Is there something missing in your mind?"

    These words aroused Ruan Nianchu's thinking.  She paused, thought for a while before saying, "It's possible."

    "" Qiao Yufei stopped talking now.  After chatting a few more words, she was afraid that she would be mad at this woman.

    Life is business as usual.

    Ruan's mother continued to find a blind date for Ruan Nianchu in the circle of friends, and Ruan Nianchu continued to enjoy being single while working as a salted fish.

    Her work unit was established by Ruan's father, and then she was admitted by herself - a performing troupe under the jurisdiction of a certain military region in Yuncheng. She is an ordinary contracted actor in it, has no military status, and does not enjoy military treatment.  Her job content is also very simple. Except for the fixed 100 sympathy performances every year, the rest of the time is spent rehearsing the show.

    The performance troupe has a stable salary and good benefits. Ruan Nianchu stayed there for four years.  During this period, half of the contracted actors who were admitted with her have already become regulars, and the other half are struggling to become regulars. She is the only exception who does not want to make progress.

    A close colleague couldn't see it and advised her, "You are born with a sub-singing voice, your basic skills are solid, and you look good. Those who are not as good as you have military registrations, so you should take care of it."

    Ruan Nianchu didn't care about what his colleague said.  She died once when she was nineteen years old, and was reborn after the catastrophe. It is inevitable that she has a different view of life from ordinary people.

    Life is easy, life is hard.

    Her current living conditions are good enough.  For lazy people, they don't want to waste their brains or be too tired in everything, which is quite good.  But the difficulty and wonder of life is that it is good at creating sudden waves in a calm sea.

    One month later.

    On Monday morning, the leader of the performance troupe called another general meeting.  This is already the sixth meeting this month. The actors are used to it and know that there is a new task.

    Ruan Nianchu played games last night until 1:30 in the morning. She was sleepy, and the leader was talking on it. She took a pen to write Martian texts in her notebook.  After the meeting is over and sorted out, I will sort out the content of the meeting.

    The Political Department of the Air Force will organize a political study in the middle of next month. All officers above the battalion level and below the brigade rank of the Air Force will participate in the meeting. The above will ask their performance team to assist the Air Force Headquarters Art Troupe to do a good job in the performance of the conference condolences party.

    Anyway, there is a very important performance.

    The head of the performance troupe has also gone to the art troupe for a meeting. According to instructions from above, a total of 16 programs should be prepared, and the performance troupe should prepare six, three group dances, one instrumental ensemble, one chorus and one solo.

    Everyone is eager to try.  Those in the vocal music group want to fight for solo opportunities, and those in the dance group want to fight for the lead dancer position.  The group leader still adopts the old method of signing up for selection.

    It is impossible for a vocal actor of Ruan Nianchu's level to sing solo, at most he can sing a high-pitched part in the chorus.  She is very self-aware.  Registration is omitted, solo singing is unrealistic anyway, and the chorus is short of manpower, so she will never be without her.

    She is a small green leaf of ten thousand years, setting off theHe doesn't remember her at all.  This is the conclusion Ruan Nianchu drew from his eyes.  Those eyes were as dark and deep as she remembered, calm and calm.

    For some reason, Ruan Nianchu became calm at this moment.

    Li Xiaoyan introduced to her, "This is Team Li from the Airborne Brigade."

    Ruan Nianchu had caught a glimpse of the two bars and three stars on Li Teng's shoulders from the corner of his eye, air force colonel, deputy brigade rank.  Great leadership.  So there was a hint of flattery in her smile, "Hello, chief. I'm sorry to disturb you from my singing practice."

    It was Li Xiaoyan who answered, and she was very sorry, "We are the ones who disturbed you. I came here to tune the microphone. It is not easy for Captain Li to keep him waiting, so I will show him around here."

    Ruan Nianchu heard that they had a great relationship, and said goodbye wisely: "Yes. Oh, I have to call back, goodbye." After speaking, she turned and left with a smile.

    Li Xiaoyan said goodbye to her.  Li Teng didn't even keep his eyes on her.

    This reunion came suddenly and ended suddenly.

    It wasn't until he walked back to the dressing room that Ruan Nianchu had time to recall the Li Teng he had just met.  He seems to have changed a little, but nothing has changed. Seven years of time have flowed on him, a little bit of wildness has been suppressed, and a little bit of introversion has been left. With the air force uniform on his body, he is handsome and straight, completely natural.

    Li Teng is no longer the Li Teng in the Cambodian jungle.  This is what he really looks like.

    Ruan Nianchu held his chin.  Thinking of that past, I do not know how to laugh.

    He forgot her, but she couldn't remember him. In fact, it's a bit regrettable.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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