There is also spring for passers-by

In less than two hours, two large bags of clothes, shoes and socks were sold out.

The two were counting money in the guesthouse, and Wen Wan gave Li Chunxiao sixty-eight yuan.

Li Chunxiao asked, "If you give me 68 yuan for two or three hours, would that be too much? Or would you give me half?"

"Sister Chunxiao, take it first. I'll make a profit if I sell it, not a loss. We've only just started."

Li Chunxiao wanted to ask: Where did you get so much money?

But when I thought about her grandmother being Ji Meiyu, the old artist who was a great singer and dancer, I couldn't bring myself to ask. Maybe she received compensation from Ji Meiyu, or maybe she gave all her savings to her.

Early the next morning, Wen Wan went to Tang Lan to practice dancing, while Li Chunxiao continued to set up her stall, this time with two big bags. She didn't ask where Wen Wan came from, as she felt satisfied just to be able to make money.

Wen Wan is right. Studying art is very expensive. Even if the school provides subsidies, you still have to spend money on buying musical instruments, dance costumes, dance shoes, etc. Studying fine arts costs even more.

After Wen Wan finished her dance lessons in the morning, she went to the alley next to the university to find her. The two of them settled the bill, went to a restaurant to eat together, and then practiced setting up a stall together after the meal.

Tang Lan urged her to go practice dancing. "Teacher Tang told me to go in the morning and not to go in the afternoon. I told her about our stall practice, but she didn't say anything else."

Li Chunxiao said: "Students from the Art Academy are all very aloof. Who would have thought that we would set up stalls?"

"Working people are the most glorious. We are all adults and can't ask our families for money to buy this and that. I heard that many college students save their living expenses to help their families. We don't need to help our families, but we must take care of our studies and lives."

Li Chunxiao had felt that it was inappropriate before, but after hearing her talk, it seemed to be true. Although her parents, brother and sister-in-law would give her money when she asked for it from home, Li Chunxiao felt that it was inappropriate, and she did not want her sister-in-law to say bad things about her behind her back and make her brother embarrassed.

On Sunday, neither of them set up shop.

Wen Wan wants to practice dancing, while Li Chunxiao wants to receive guidance from Wang Ming to improve her singing skills.

On the afternoon of October 16, students who passed the preliminary review were waiting in front of different teaching buildings. Li Chunxiao was taking the exam for the vocal music department, and Wen Wan was taking the exam in the dance practice room. The entire corridor was filled with people, both men and women, with more girls than boys.

Dance is divided into ballet, Chinese dance and folk dance. Wen Wan studied Chinese dance because it best represents the country and is the most iconic dance. After she performed a dance, the examiner looked at her resume, announced that she had passed the exam, and issued an admission letter on the spot.

From then on, she was a college student majoring in Chinese dance at the Dance Department of Beijing Art Academy.

After the exam, the list of admitted candidates was announced.

Li Chunxiao and Wen Wan started selling things at the stall again. By the time school started on October 26, Li Chunxiao had earned more than 10 yuan. She always felt that it was unreal.

Wen Wan earned more money. Her capital of 30,000 yuan turned into nearly 100,000 yuan. She bought two courtyard houses in Beijing and a two-bedroom house nearby that belonged to an old professor who had immigrated overseas.

A number of talented literary and artistic workers died in that movement. Some of those who survived were disheartened and chose to immigrate overseas. They were indeed scared.

Wen Wan practiced dancing all the time because the original owner had a good foundation. In addition, she practiced a set of ancient martial arts called "Flying Snow Sutra", which is a combination of boxing, kicking and flying needles. When she practiced it to perfection, it was like dancing, and her body became lighter. She could perform many difficult moves.

She cultivated the ancient martial arts to the point of developing internal strength and true energy, so picking leaves and injuring people was no longer just a legend.

Perhaps because her nutrition was adequate, she had no shortage of money and was willing to spend and eat. She had rented out her two courtyard houses, and her combined rental income was 220 yuan per month.

In the early 6s, the monthly income was quite good, not to mention that the college also provided a subsidy of 28 yuan per month. Boys received 28 yuan, and girls received an additional 6 cents, which was used to buy toilet paper.

Wen Wan didn't use toilet paper, but sanitary napkins.

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On the island, Wen Wan never came back since October 6th when she said she was going to take part in the job recruitment exam in Guangzhou.

Soon after, the newspapers published the news of the prisoners being paraded through the streets. It was said that among the sixteen people who were shot, there were three human traffickers. There were also rumors that many human traffickers lured young women to secret places under the pretext of job exams, drugged them, and took them away.

Grandma Hua cursed at home for many days and was convinced that Hua Yang had been abducted by human traffickers. After all, although this little granddaughter had a lame leg, her facial features were the most beautiful in the family.

Liu Kangmei asked Teacher Ding to teach Hua Hua how to dance. Teacher Ding took her to the dance studio of Yangcheng Art Institute to practice. Comparison brings harm. Comparing Hua Hua with her students, Hua Hua's body was stiff. If it weren't for the "Laundry Dance", she would be worthless.

Teacher Ding shook his head. "Hua Hua, I heard that you choreographed the 'Laundry Dance' yourself. Why don't you choreograph a new one? Only dances you choreograph are the most suitable for dancing. I'm a teacher at the Art Academy. I can't teach a dancer like you who specializes in everyday dance. You should seek help from someone else."

She took half a day off to bring Hua Hua back to the island and returned the gift Liu Kangmei had given her. "Hua Hua is on the path of a life dancer. I'm a folk dance teacher and I can't give her any guidance."

The dance of life, there has never been such a dance.

Then "Laundry Dance" was listed by Teacher Ding as a category of daily dance.

Teacher Ding was full of disgust. Hua Hua was simply not cut out for dancing. He didn't know how Liu Kangmei could say those genius words against her will. Even a six-year-old kid was more suitable to be her student than Hua Hua.

Hua Hua wanted to choreograph a life-style dance, but she had no idea how to choreograph. She didn't understand dancing at all. Thinking of Wen Wan who had disappeared, she was furious and started cursing, "You little bastard, you went to the city to take the job exam, and you were kidnapped by human traffickers and died out there."

Hua Hua is now letting herself go. Since she can't be a pillar of the stage, she will just be an ordinary female literary and artistic soldier, and then catch a rich husband.

Tang Lan told Qiu Decheng Wenwan's story. Almost all the artists who had been protected by Ji Meiyu knew about it and looked down upon what the Liu and Hua families had done.

When Hua Hua returned to the art troupe, she became a group dancer, as many of the female art soldiers knew how to perform the "Washing Dance," and sometimes had to do odd jobs. When the new director of the art troupe, who came from Beijing, evaluated all the art soldiers in the troupe, Hua Hua was among the first to be eliminated.

"Captain, why? I've always worked hard, why are you replacing me and suggesting I transfer to the military district's logistics department as a clerk? I've been working very hard."

"Xiao Qingqing and you are from the same batch of art soldiers. In the past three years, she has not only learned to play the pipa, but has also improved her singing. She even composed the song "I am a Dove of Peace" for the Party Founding Day and Army Founding Day performances, and won third prize in the performance.

How about you? Last time, I asked you to take care of the costumes and props. Tong Hongying's stage costume had a huge hole in it from a rat. How did you take care of it? How did a rat get into the costume cabinet? Where did the snacks in there come from?

He is not good at anything and is always the troublemaker.