Sweet 80s

"East, east!"

Li Xianglan's voice spread from one side of the cab to the other side where they were, interrupting their intimate behavior.

Wang Shuping quickly pushed Lin Xiangdong away and tidied her clothes and hair.

Lin Xiangdong also took the initiative to go around the front of the car and responded to the other party's call: "Um, Aunt Xianglan, do you want to talk to me about something?"

"I saw your car door was open, so I guessed you were here. It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if Xiao Zhou's repertoire has been decided, whether it's "Rolling the Mat" or "My Foot." Manager Du asked us to report it first."

"I don't know about that either. I'll go to his house and ask after get off work."

"Well, okay, this Xiao Zhou, I thought he was joking, but he really didn't come to work..."

"Aunt Xianglan." While the two were talking, Wang Shuping packed up the lunch boxes in the car and put them into a cloth bag, then came over to say hello.

"Hey, Xiaoping is here to bring food to Xiangdong."

"Ah, yes."

"Very good." Li Xianglan looked her up and down for a few times and said with a smile: "Tell me, Xiaoping, you look so good again, look at your figure and your eyes, wow..."

Li Xianglan shook her head enviously and looked at Lin Xiangdong.

"Luckily you're handsome, otherwise, based on Xiao Ping's appearance, I would have to advise you two to divorce and find her a better man..."

Li Xianglan is a person who speaks her mind and loves to joke. Friends who are familiar with her will not really care about what she says.

The two smiled and responded to each other.

But no one noticed Lin Xiangdong's little expression, and there was a hint of fear in his perfunctory smile.

"Oh my god, it's not just men who are thinking about my wife, there are women too. I have to keep an eye on her, don't let her run away again..."

For the first time, Lin Xiangdong felt such a huge sense of crisis in his heart. He couldn't help but shook his head and let out a bitter smile.

"Then you guys chat, I'll go back first." After saying that, Wang Shuping turned around and was about to leave.

Li Xianglan had actually finished her words.

On her way back to the office, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind, so she changed her route and caught up with Wang Shuping who had already arrived at the gate.

"Xiao Ping, wait a minute."

Li Xianglan is old and gets out of breath after running a few steps.

Seeing the other person gasping for breath, Wang Shuping walked back a few steps and went to meet him.

"What's wrong, Aunt Xianglan? What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Your family is from the Northeast. Do you usually participate in any activities?"

The other party's words were unclear, and Wang Shuping was unable to understand the meaning of the words at first, and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Li Xianglan also realized this problem, and hurriedly pulled her to sit down by the flower bed next to her. She rested for more than ten seconds, and only spoke in detail after her breathing became even.

"It's like this. The company is celebrating the May Day holiday, and the general manager gave up the show. Did your family tell you when they got back?"

Wang Shuping nodded: "I mentioned it so much, what's wrong?"

"There are about a hundred people in the company, and almost all of them are men. There are only a few women in the accounting office and our dispatch department, and they are all elderly. This program really worries me."

Up to this point, Wang Shuping still hadn't thought about how this had anything to do with her.

Next, the other party finally got the topic back on track.

"Well, I want you to help me. You young people have a lot of ideas. Can you help us come up with a program..."

Wang Shuping was stunned. She had never expected that the other party would associate the matter of "appearing on the show" with her.

Could it be that the artistic aura that I have hidden in myself for many years was accidentally discovered by others?

Haha~

Wang Shuping smiled and waved her hands: "I can't do that. I can't sing or dance or anything like that."

"Don't rush to refuse. I want you to give me some advice. For example, what kind of performances can you perform in Northeast China?"

Being reminded by the other party, just like Zhou Zheng at the beginning, it was as if her blood was awakened, and a melody ran out uncontrollably in Wang Shuping's mind.

"If we talk about Northeastern shows, I really don't know what else there is besides Errenzhuan."

"What is Errenzhuan?" Li Xianglan is old, and apart from Henan Opera, she knows very little about the special performances in other places.

Wang Shuping smiled and explained patiently.

"It is a kind of folk art in Northeast China, also known as local opera. It can be understood as the Northeast version of Henan opera. It is a common performance form."

"Ah, if it's drama, wouldn't it be too difficult to learn?"

"It's OK, because some of the lyrics of Errenzhuan are more colloquial, and the tunes are catchy and easy to learn. It's nothing more than singing, speaking, acting, and dancing, that is..."

Wang Shuping hesitated. She just heard it often. When it comes to professionalism, she is far from it.

"I have listened to quite a few of them, but I can only remember one classic passage completely, which doesn't seem appropriate to use on a day like May Day..."

"Oh, it's good to have it. Who cares if it's suitable or not? What's the matter?"

"Hmm~ Call, little New Year's greetings."

"It's so festive, what's inappropriate about that? I'll tell you about the show."

Li Xianglan had almost finished her rest and stood up while counting on her fingers.

"The song 'We Workers Have Power', and another one called... oh yeah, 'Labor is the Most Glorious', this is a children's song, performed by the children in the family, and there's also the Henan opera 'Rolling the Mat' sung by Xiao Zhou, have you heard of this opera?"

"I think I've heard someone sing a line or two, but I've never heard the whole thing."

"There are scenes of broken families and mourning in this film. There's nothing auspicious about it. Isn't your New Year's celebration more festive?"

"But, will you be uncomfortable listening to programs from Northeast China?" Wang Shuping raised a new question.

After all, they are two completely different cultures in style, so it is understandable that they do not accept each other.

"No." Li Xianglan said firmly.

"Those rough old men are so happy to see the show, don't worry about it. Can you help with the rehearsal? I'll prepare the costumes and props."

The other party had said so much that Wang Shuping really didn't know whether to refuse, but she had new concerns in her mind.

"Okay, but could you please not let Xiangdong know for the time being?"

"Are you afraid that he won't agree? I'll go and tell him right now..." Li Xianglan acted decisively. Wang Shuping failed to hold her back and had to take a few steps before stopping her.

"No, go to Xiangdong. I'll talk to him slowly after he gets off work."

Li Xianglan smiled and said, "Okay, you two can decide by yourselves. It's settled then. I'll meet you in the company auditorium this Monday. I'll be leaving first."

After saying that, he turned around and left happily as if he had completed a task.

To be honest, Wang Shuping was indeed worried that Lin Xiangdong would be unhappy, but fortunately she was just helping with guidance behind the scenes.

But there will eventually be a day when the ugly daughter-in-law meets her parents-in-law. When that time comes, the stage will be filled with singing in a Northeastern-flavored style and dressed in bright red and green.

Not to mention Lin Xiangdong, even Erbao would exclaim that it was something new if he saw it.

But in the other party's eyes, would this kind of help be seen as a self-defeating act?

No matter how much two people love each other, or how perfect a marriage is, they cannot escape the word "maintain".

So she waited anxiously for her husband to get off work.

Because she was worried, Wang Shuping was always absent-minded when cooking. She originally wanted to just cook two dishes for dinner, but Aunt Pang came to her house again to inquire about the situation.

As soon as Aunt Pang put the basket on the ground, Wang Shuping smelled a strong fragrance.

Auntie Pang pointed at the things in the basket with a smile: "These are all freshly picked Chinese toon leaves. They are very fragrant. I'll give them to you to try."

Wang Shuping responded with a smile, as if she was following a formula: "Oh, this Chinese toon is so good, you can keep it for yourself."

Auntie Fat waved her hand and said, "There are still many at home. My husband went to the back mountain and found many Chinese toon trees and wild vegetables. They are growing quite well. Do you have anything to do tomorrow? Let's go to the mountain to dig wild vegetables?"

"Okay."

When she was in Northeast China, Wang Shuping would dig wild vegetables with her friends when they were in season, so she readily agreed.

"Aunt Fatty, I wrote a letter to my fourth aunt. According to the time, she should receive it in the next two days."

"No hurry, no hurry, it's almost time for dinner, you go ahead and get busy."

After saying that, she twisted her sleek body and walked out.

I was just worrying about what to eat, and Aunt Pang’s trip was not in vain.

Green leafy vegetables are the most fragile and will lose their freshness overnight.

So, Wang Shuping simply picked and washed the Chinese toon, and fried it with eggs. The aroma was so delicious.