Sweet 80s

After lunch, Wang Shuping started rehearsing for the afternoon program.

Actually, there is really nothing to rehearse.

When directing the program, he sang and danced along with the music countless times and was ready to perform on stage at any time.

As the noise in the auditorium gradually became chaotic, the hundreds of employees in the company and some of their families took their seats.

A wonderful May Day cultural performance kicked off.

The children of employees held a chorus. Their young faces with red lips painted on stood at different positions on the stage, swaying their heads to the music.

The red color and the song representing the working people prompted the audience to hum along unconsciously, and in the end there was a chorus of a hundred people.

The rhymes are sonorous, the pauses are rhythmic, the pitch is high and passionate, and everyone, from the old to the young, can hum a few lines of this Henan Opera excerpt anytime and anywhere.

The humorous skits and crosstalk, funny lines and superb skills made the audience laugh.

The poem recitation was expressive, with ups and downs in an orderly manner. The recitation voice was clear, every word was precious, and it was euphemistic and moving, which moved the audience very much.

Wang Shuping, who was the last to appear, secretly pulled aside the curtain and looked at the crowd of people below the stage.

She suddenly squeezed her shoulders and rubbed her arms.

Li Xianglan also noticed her emotional change: "What's wrong?"

Wang Shuping bit her lip, looking a little embarrassed: "I, I usually watch from the audience, this is my first time to perform on stage."

Li Xianglan thought that this was not okay. If she continued to be so nervous, she would probably give up, so she hurriedly comforted him.

"It's okay, it's okay. They just want to have fun. They can't understand it anyway, so we can just act it out casually."

Wang Shuping certainly understood what the other party meant, but her tense mood still could not be relieved.

Just as sweat was oozing out of her nervous forehead, a pair of big hands gently fell on her shoulders.

Those hands were big and powerful. They easily grasped her shoulders in their palms, and immediately a warmth penetrated into her body.

"After the show is over, don't cook dinner tonight. Take our son out to eat."

She thought Lin Xiangdong would say the same comforting words as others, but unexpectedly he changed the subject and talked about something else.

"Ah, okay."

"A new copper pot hot pot restaurant has opened on Ping'an Street. Lao Zhou has been there and said it has the authentic old Beijing flavor. I've been craving it for a long time."

"Okay, let's have shabu-shabu tonight."

Then, the two talked about how to arrange the three-day holiday, either going shopping for clothes or going back to their hometown to visit their parents.

"According to the time, the ewe at home should have given birth. Hey, wife, have you ever touched the wool of a lamb?"

"No."

"It's much softer than your wool sweater. When we get back, I'll make you some goat milk."

Wang Shuping curled her lips and asked, "Does goat milk smell like mutton?"

"If you can eat mutton, you won't mind the taste of goat milk. Add some honey and it will taste great..."

"Ping, the next show is ours, get ready to go on stage." Li Xianglan's voice came from behind.

Lin Xiangdong waved his hand and left from the side of the stage.

Wang Shuping then realized that the oppressive feeling that had made her heart pounding suddenly disappeared.

Instead, I am full of anticipation for the interesting and rich itinerary in the next few days.

At this point, even if the number of people in the audience increased several times, it would not be a big deal.

Just like completing a mechanically assigned task, she just wanted to finish it quickly and return to her family.

Now that his wife's problem had been solved, Lin Xiangdong seemed to have been infected.

He was seen hiding in an inconspicuous aisle next to the auditorium, frowning and swallowing hard.

Clench your hands into fists and breathe in and out continuously to regulate your emotions.

When the music came out from the speakers, sweat broke out on his forehead and even his hands couldn't stop shaking.

But the moment Wang Shuping appeared in the center of the stage.

All the tension and fear in his eyes were swept away.

Instead, there is a burning sincerity, and a deep affection as clear as a lake that pours out.

The elder sister who originally performed on the same stage with Niu Aifeng was wearing a green dress, while Wang Shuping was wearing a bright red dress.

Even though these two suits were made by an old tailor on the street, their craftsmanship is very sophisticated.

The collar and waist were trimmed with gold edges and tassels, which made a rustling sound when she danced and shone with golden light under the light.

The cuffs and ankles are made into trumpet shapes and are sewn with golden lace fabrics. When the body moves, the golden lace looks very lively and beautiful.

As soon as the two people, dressed in contrasting outfits of bright red and green, came on stage, they immediately focused all the audience's attention on the show.

Errenzhuan is a traditional art form with strong Northeastern characteristics and full of life.

As long as she doesn't lose her temper, Wang Shuping often speaks softly, even more so, her voice is as soft and gentle as the Wu dialect of a Jiangnan beauty.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was loud and clear, as if every note carried power and struck the hearts of the audience.

She was thin and petite with a soft waist, and when she twisted her body, she unconsciously outshined the slightly plump older sister next to her.

Although Wang Shuping has no experience or skills in performing on stage.

After all, the more you see and hear, and the more you are influenced, the smoothness of every frown, smile, move and gesture becomes easy and effortless.

It has a unique performance style and infectious musical rhythm.

They filled the entire performance with energy and enthusiasm by jumping, singing and making jokes.

The novel charm and passion present the audience with a unique audio-visual feast.

This caused the audience to burst into cheers.

Even until the show ended with the music, many people still stood up and applauded, feeling unsatisfied.

Li Xianglan walked to an old man in the front rows and said with a smile: "Master, your skills are really good. The success of the performance is also due to you."

The old tailor stood up, his face full of emotion. Tears seeping from the corners of his eyes blurred his vision. He gently brushed them away with his hand and said excitedly.

"It's been 60 years, a full 60 years, and I've seen the people of my hometown and heard the voices of my hometown again..."

"With this sentence, this show is a success, hahaha..."

Backstage.

Lin Xiangdong considerately wiped the sweat from Wang Shuping's forehead with a towel. Before he started to congratulate her, Li Xianglan ran over happily with something in her hand.

"Ping, this is for you." After saying that, she handed over a stack of various tickets.

"This is?"

"All employees participating in the performance today have benefits given by Manager Du, including shopping vouchers for merchandise and park tickets. Tomorrow is Labor Day, so bring your children and have some fun."

"Okay, thank you Manager Du, thank you Aunt Xianglan."

"What are you thanking me for? Go back and have a rest. You two have worked really hard today."

The sun was setting faster and faster, and soon most of the people in the transportation company's yard had left.

The noise and bustle gradually disappeared along with the shrouded darkness.

Lin Xiangdong pushed the borrowed bicycle to the side of the car, took out all the welfare items in the cab and tied them to the back seat and crossbeam.

The two pushed the cart on their way home.

Under the yellow street lights, their figures moved from brightness to darkness, alternating one place after another.

"Wife, you sang really well today."

Wang Shuping smiled happily after being praised.

"What's so good about it? It can't be compared with professional actors."

"Why compare yourself with others? You are the best."

Wang Shuping smiled calmly, a hint of smile looming on her lips.

After taking a few more steps forward, Lin Xiangdong suddenly stopped and said, "I am such a fool."

"What's wrong?" Wang Shuping was confused by the other party's inexplicable words.

Lin Xiangdong did not answer him. Instead, he parked the bicycle, took down everything on it, and adjusted the positions of several items.

He moved the flour that was originally on the back seat to the crossbar of the car.

A net bag containing porcelain jars, fruits and vegetables is hung on the left handlebar, and vermicelli is hung on the right handlebar.

After this exchange, the back seat of the car was empty.

"I'm tired after a long day. I feel bad for you to walk back with me. Wife, get in the car."

At this moment, Wang Shuping didn't say anything, she just stood there quietly.

Lin Xiangdong leaned over and squatted slightly, wrapped his broad and strong arms around her waist, and with a little effort, he lifted her up and gently placed her on the back seat.

The streets are still a mixture of light and dark, and there are still passers-by coming and going.

There was no room for anything in her eyes. All that was left in her eyes was Lin Xiangdong's tall back and his profile that looked back at her from time to time.

This section of the road was so short that it was finished in a flash.

This road is too long and it will take a lifetime to walk on it.