A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 151: Escape is shameful, but useful!
A cultural troupe is a comprehensive art group that uses singing, dancing, drama and other forms to carry out publicity activities.

Generally speaking, local art troupes do not recruit members directly from the military. Similar to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, art troupes, like local art schools, usually go to local schools to select their own members.

For girls, the requirements to join the art troupe are very high.

Girls must have a bachelor's degree, good looks, be physically and mentally healthy, and have talents to have a hope of joining the art troupe and becoming an art soldier or a literary creator.

The Chenghai City Art Troupe occupies a relatively large area.

It is located in the suburban theater, with beautiful environment and beautiful scenery. There is also a 4A-level tourist attraction famous for its black swans around it.

To be honest, according to the current level of this young comrade Jiang Hai——

Logically, he is still not qualified to join an official organization like the art troupe.

There are generally only three types of people who can enter the art troupe for rehearsal:

A local college with professors and teachers of considerable reputation.

After strict local selection, talented singers who are good at singing and dancing are picked out from various art schools.

As for the last one, they are naturally colleagues from other departments who come here to exchange and rehearse.
"I'm so fucking tired." Jiang Hai lit a cigarette and subconsciously wanted to start walking towards the art troupe's theater.

But he didn't even walk into the door.
A guard who looked like a soldier came up to him:
"Comrade, no smoking here!"

The PLA comrades' uniforms were quite handsome. Jiang Hai quickly put out the cigarette in his hand, then bowed to him apologetically:

"Sorry sorry."

Generally speaking, outsiders are not allowed to enter the art troupe theater outside of opening hours.

Fortunately, Jiang Hai explained his purpose, mentioned the name of teacher "Tao Chunfang", and simply filled out an entry and exit registration form at the door, and then he was successfully allowed to enter the theater's art troupe.

To be honest, Jiang Hai felt that he was not a bumpkin who had never seen the world, but the moment he stepped into the lobby of the art troupe's theater, he was immediately attracted by the scene in front of him:
“It’s really big!”

But I am not well educated, so I just want to be awesome.

If you ask Jiang Hai to use one word to describe the Art Troupe Theater, it can only be -

Awesome!
Chenghai Cultural Troupe Theater is designed in the shape of a Chinese classical pavilion. The roof is a white arc with two sides that are curved and embrace the sky, implying the theory that the sky is round and the earth is square. It covers an area of ​​about 21000 square meters and has a total construction area of ​​70000 square meters. It is a cultural landmark building in Chenghai City.

All kinds of large-scale performances and variety shows have been staged here, including dramas, operas, musicals, ballets, symphonies, chamber music, and operas.

As he approached the Grand Theater, Jiang Hai was immediately amazed by the luxury of this large opera building.

As he rushed to the theater, he exclaimed in shock:

“It’s really big.”

Chenghai Cultural Troupe Theater has three theaters: large, medium and small.

Among them, the large theater can accommodate 1800 spectators, the medium theater 600 people, and the small theater 300 people.

Now, the theater is not open during its opening hours, and apart from the members of the art troupe rehearsing in the theater, there are no other idlers or irrelevant personnel.

Passing by the entrance of the Central Theater.

Jiang Hai saw a tall and straight young man standing in the center of the stage, reciting aloud the classic poem "The Seagull" by writer Maxim Gorky.

He shouted in a deafening voice:
"Let the storm come even harder."

To be honest, Jiang Hai felt that he was not a very artistic person, but after entering the venue and feeling everything around him, he suddenly felt -

It seems like it’s not bad to pretend to be an artistic young man who doesn’t care about what’s happening outside?
The working environment is full of excitement.

The work content is simple and clear.

There are also many literary girls around me who have been strictly screened by the country and have endless opportunities to flirt with.
Is there any job in the world that is more enjoyable than this?

The meeting place agreed with Teacher Tao Chunfang was the small theater. Walking all the way from the lobby, Jiang Hai searched everywhere for signs related to the small theater.

Unexpectedly, he was still in this huge art troupe theater, frantically searching for any trace of the small theater.

Suddenly, I was attracted by a melodious folk song.

"So those may not be true, Miss Dong."

"You are not a female classmate without a story~"

"I fell in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland in my home."

"This makes me feel desperate, Miss Dong"

The more Jiang Hai listened, the more familiar the song sounded. The more familiar the song sounded, the more he listened to it.

“Isn’t this the song I sang?”

Following the direction of the singing, Jiang Hai arrived at a theater stage covering an area of ​​about six or seven hundred square meters.

On the stage, there was a young girl with a slim figure and a pretty face.

She had shoulder-length hair, a fingerstyle guitar in her hands, and was sitting in the middle of the venue humming softly.

She was surrounded by many young girls wearing dance training clothes, who were equally youthful, beautiful and full of energy.

As her fingertips swept across the strings, she played the song "Miss Dong" in a very peaceful tune while sitting on the stage.

The young girls who were watching immediately clapped their hands towards her happily in a lively manner:
"Xinyan, you sing so beautifully. Where did you learn this song?"

"Xinyan, I always thought you only knew how to dance, but I didn't expect you to sing so well."

"It sounds good. I want to... Hehehe? Xinyan, Xinyan, tell me why I am not a man? If I were a man, I would definitely marry you." I don't know why, I was standing outside the field.

Jiang Hai inexplicably felt that the girl standing on the stage looked familiar?
It’s not the kind of intuition that ordinary men have. Whenever they see a beautiful woman, they feel like they’ve seen her somewhere before.

Jiang Hai has a real feeling. The girl singing "Miss Dong" in front of her
It seems like she does have some connection with me?

Jiang Hai was standing on the sidelines, wondering where he had seen this girl before.

Suddenly, a rather surprised shout came from the stage:

"Jianghai?"

Chu Xinyan threw away the fingerstyle guitar in her hand, jumped down from the theater stage, and walked towards Jiang Hai with agile steps.

She walked up to Jiang Hai, stood on tiptoe, and stared at him with a look of surprise:

"Why are you here?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Hai was a little embarrassed. He was about to ask Chu Xinyan: "Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, before he could utter these words, feeling Chu Xinyan's rather surprised gaze, several images suddenly flashed through his mind -

Literature club dinner, veterans barbecue, President Taozi's friends
Jiang Hai looked thoughtfully at Chu Xinyan in front of him and said slowly:
"You, are you the girl who drank with me that day?"

"Do you still remember me?" Chu Xinyan blinked.

To be honest, Jiang Hai didn't know how to respond to this question.
You mean remember?
Not that I remember it so clearly?
If you hadn't sung "Miss Dong" to remind me twice, I might not have remembered it?
But if you say that I have forgotten it, my forgetfulness is not that serious.
"I remember a little, but not much." Just as Jiang Hai asked, "What's your name?"

Cultural and dance troupe.

The group of young girls from various art schools who were standing in the audience just now came up like a bunch of spectators:
"Xinyan, who is this handsome guy? Why don't you introduce him to us?"

"I told you I wanted to introduce you to a handsome guy but you didn't want him. So there's someone better?"

"Xinyan, Xinyan."

Can it be seen that Chu Xinyan has a good popularity in the art troupe's drama theater?

As if she was the focus of the crowd, as soon as she came over, a bunch of young and beautiful girls followed her?
The buzz of discussion immediately made Chu Xinyan feel a little embarrassed:
"What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense, this is my friend"

Chu Xinyan shouted behind her, then turned around and looked at Jiang Hai with a little embarrassment:

"I'm sorry, they are always like this, they are used to being wild."

Jiang Hai was about to say to her: "It's okay, I understand."

Unexpectedly, she didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

Wang Bowen, also a student of the art troupe, had just finished practicing basic skills and walked out of the dance studio sweating profusely with a towel hanging on his shoulder.

"What's going on? Why is it so lively today?"

Just when he was wondering why the venue was so lively today.

Suddenly, he saw Jiang Hai standing among the crowd!
Wang Bowen can forget his father and his mother in this life, but there is only one person he can never forget in this life——

That is Jianghai!
To this day, Wang Bowen has never forgotten the scene when Jiang Hai walked out of the Tingxuan Hotel holding the hand of his beloved senior sister Taozi.
"You stood up and kicked me, even though I couldn't bear to hold your hand?"

Until now, he still cannot accept this fact.

It was as if he was blinded by anger.

Wang Bowen glared at him and shouted towards Jiang Hai:
"Cannon King, you die!"

This shout stunned everyone at the scene instantly.

Cannon King?

What's the situation?
To be honest, sometimes Jiang Hai feels quite helpless.

I haven't done anything wrong, but I am always misunderstood for no reason?
It’s not just in the books—

Is he the same in real life?
A person's gaze that wants to kill someone cannot be concealed. If a person's gaze could kill, then Jiang Hai might have been cut into pieces by Wang Bowen long ago?
"What happened that day was really just a misunderstanding." Jiang Hai felt powerless to defend himself.

Just when the situation was becoming a little awkward.

Teacher Tao Chunfang's last disciple, Senior Sister Xiao Linyu, came out from the backstage:
"Jiang Hai, Teacher Tao has been waiting for a long time"

Escaping is shameful, but it works.

Realizing that the matter could not be explained in a few words, Jiang Hai decisively chose not to explain any more, and then followed Senior Sister Xiao Linyu to see Teacher Tao Chunfang.

Life goes on, gossip never stops.

Watching Jiang Hai and the usually serious Senior Sister Xiao Linyu walking side by side, Chu Xinyan first had a thought:
"How did Jiang Hai know Senior Sister Xiao?"

Then I felt Wang Bowen's eyes that were so angry that they seemed to be spitting fire.

Chu Xinyan turned her head and looked at Wang Bowen beside her:

"Why do you call him Cannon King?"

As if he had finally found a place to confide in, Wang Bowen came up grief-stricken and began to bitterly recount the various rumors he had heard about Jiang Hai in the past few days:

"Xinyan, please listen to me in detail."

(End of this chapter)