Marrying Leng Libing Wang and having four children, traveling back to the 70s

"Well, I think it is——"

"This female comrade surnamed Zhan is clearly still harboring evil intentions."

"Still thinking about it, the living devil—"

"Look at her face, so gloomy and dark, tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

Deputy Commander Qin Haohua of the Fourth Regiment touched his chin with his right hand and clicked his tongue in an unfathomable manner.

"..."

"Su-Nian-Xi-"

"Nian-Xi-"

"Nianxi——"

"He's handsome, and his name is just as nice."

Deputy Head Su Tianbing from the Communist Party of China's troupe in the neighboring province and Comrade Zhan Yanmei, the mainstay of the art troupe on stage, are equally unwilling to give up their evil intentions.

His deep eyes looked lovingly at the beautiful and flawless Su Nianxi on the stage, and he whispered softly.

"Fuck——"

"Zhan Yanmei, that evil creature, is she trying to cough again?"

"???"

Battalion Commander Gu Yiyan, with his eyes wide open, yelled.

"No, it won't, right?"

"Wasn't the last time a big enough commotion?"

"She, she..."

Comrade Shen Xiaoqi, the orderly of the living devil Lu Chenting, swallowed hard and agreed in disbelief.

"What's going on in the head of this mainstay of the art troupe?"

"Why is it happening all the time?"

"It's not really like what Captain Gu said, like a monster."

Comrade Wang Guobing, the orderly of the Second Regiment's Deputy Commander Qiao Zhihong, who was sitting to the upper left of orderly Shen Xiaoqi, answered in a naive tone.

"Eh--"

"Xiao Lu, calm down——"

"Sit down first."

"With so many military commanders and officers from various provinces present, even the pillars of this art troupe wouldn't dare do anything excessive on stage."

"Wait until my sister-in-law gets off the stage, then you can go over there."

"Watch first."

Deputy Captain Qiao Zhihong of the Second Regiment glanced at his good partner, Deputy Captain Lu Chenting of the First Regiment, who was sitting on his right. His face seemed covered with frost, so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

Deputy Captain Lu Chenting, who dotes on his wife like crazy, stood up suddenly, looking as if there was a fire under his butt.

Deputy Captain Qiao Zhihong was quick-eyed and quick-handed. Like lightning, he grabbed the wrist of Deputy Captain Lu Chenting, the living devil, and whispered in his ear in a low voice.

"..."

"Um--"

After hearing what Deputy Captain Qiao Zhihong said, the wife-loving maniac, Deputy Captain Lu Chenting, calmed down and responded in a deep voice with bloodshot eyes and concise words.

"..."

"!!!"

"No, no way—"

"Ancestor, ancestor——"

"He's really my living ancestor."

Director Wu of the art troupe, who was below the stage, was shocked to hear the life-threatening cry of Comrade Zhan Yanmei, the mainstay of his art troupe. He trembled in shock and could not help but utter a stammer.

"..."

"Uh--"

"You, please don't cause trouble again."

"You made a scene at the last mass wedding here, you were scary enough."

"Please don't bother with that again this time—"

"This time, besides the A711 troops, there are also commanders and soldiers from various provincial troops sitting here."

"Be careful not to get expelled from the army—"

"He's really my living ancestor—"

Director Wu of the art troupe was like an ant on the hot pan, shocked and pale, as if countless little bees were buzzing in his ears.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and glared, gnashed his teeth, pursed his lips tightly, and the expression on his face was like a kaleidoscope, changing unpredictably, and he muttered secretly in his heart.

With his face flushed with anxiety, he kept waving his arms at the troublemaker, Comrade Zhan Yanmei, with a sense of mission; his waving arms were like the cypress trees swaying wildly in the northwest wind.

Well, Director Wu tried to stop the person on the stage by using his body language - don't be so tactless and stir up trouble, Comrade Zhan Yanmei.

"Wu, Director Wu——"

“What should I do???”

"She clearly told me that there were so many commanders and soldiers from various units sitting in the audience. She's not stupid."

"I will behave myself—"

"Can--"

"But what should we do now???"

"That's not on the schedule—"

Xiao Li, who was in charge of the art troupe, felt like he was falling into an ice cellar. He was sweating profusely, trembling with fear, and reporting haltingly.

“What should I do???”

"What to do???"

"How am I supposed to know what to do now? What should I do?"

"honestly--"

"Look at Zhan Yanmei. Does she look like an honest lesbian?"

"He—"

"I told you to keep an eye on her, keep an eye on her—"

"His daughter is a good girl, now it's all good."

"Be careful, we'll both be expelled from the art troupe."

At this moment, Director Wu of the art troupe was like a frightened rabbit, completely trapped in the abyss of fear.

He was so angry that he slapped his face, put his left hand on his waist, pointed at the host Xiao Li with his right hand, gnashed his teeth, as if he was about to spit fire, and tried his best to lower his voice and started cursing.

Well, Director Wu of the art troupe was so confused and panicked that he almost lost his temper and sent himself to the gates of hell.

"..."

"!!!"

"Su Nianxi——"

"See how I embarrass you—"

Zhan Yanmei, the pillar of the stage, glanced back with contempt. Su Nianxi, the beautiful and charming darling, muttered viciously in her heart.

"Hee hee hee……"

"Dear leaders—"

"My fellow soldiers—"

"Comrade Su Nianxi, wasn't the finale sound sweet just now—"

Tsk, the question asked by Zhan Yanmei, the main star, is so skillful. Can the green people in the audience reply with "not sweet"?

as predicted--

Soldier 1: "Sweet—"

Soldier 2: "Sister Su's singing is as sweet as malted milk—"

Soldier 3: "Yes, very sweet—"

Soldier 4: "Sister Su's singing is so sweet—"

Soldier Five: "It's so sweet——"

Soldier Six: "It's like White Rabbit candy, sweet—"

"..."

As soon as Zhan Yanmei, the mainstay of the art troupe, finished speaking, it was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples. Suddenly, there was an uproar in the audience again.

Without making any comment, the audience echoed Zhan Yanmei's support with loud cheers, and they were all soldiers from various provincial troops.

They are like a swarm of excited bees, buzzing and humming, but unaware of the twists and turns in between—

"stop--"

"stop--"

"Then how about having our military wife, Comrade Su Nianxi, sing a song for us?"

The insidious pillar of the art troupe, Comrade Zhan Yanmei, continued her good tactics.

Soldier 1: "Hit—"

Soldier 2: "Right, come on, sing a song—"

Soldier Three: "Pretty sister-in-law, another song."

Soldier Eggman 4: "Sister-in-law Su, one more song, one more song."

Soldier Five: "Sister-in-law Su, Sister-in-law Su Nianxi, one more song—"

"..."

Uh--

The group of outsiders in the audience, unaware of the twists and turns in the middle, started buzzing again like an excited swarm of bees.