There is also spring for passers-by

While studying dance at the Beijing Art Academy, Wen Wan also took the elective Guzheng major. Because she had a foundation, she progressed quickly from beginner to beginner, and her fingering skills were very precise, with amazing progress.

Afterwards, she took elective courses in piano, violin, and pipa, learning two traditional Chinese instruments and two Western instruments.

After learning to play four musical instruments, she began to study vocal music, ballet, and national standard dance...

It is easy to become an official if you have connections in the court. She now feels the power of the original owner's grandmother. There are many old acquaintances, friends, and old acquaintances of her grandmother in Beijing. When they heard that she was Ji Meiyu's granddaughter, they were all happy to teach her. Acquaintances introduced acquaintances to acquaintances, and the teachers who taught Wen Wan art were almost all top artists in that field.

Wen Wan majored in traditional Chinese dance, but also learned national standard dance, ballet, and folk dance, and also studied these dances concurrently. Art has no borders. She just started to understand it, but after getting started in dance art, she felt the charm of art.

That day, she was practicing ballet in the dance studio, wearing the special dance costume and dance shoes that Tang Lan had asked someone to bring back from Hong Kong.

Li Chunxiao was standing outside with a classmate who was studying vocal music.

The classmate stared at Wen Wan intently, "She is the granddaughter of Teacher Ji, the first generation of singing and dancing artists after the founding of the People's Republic of China?"

"She started learning dance when she was less than three years old, and even in the most difficult times, she never gave up her dream. She embodies Teacher Ji's hope. Anyone in Beijing who knows Teacher Ji will recognize her. She looks exactly like Teacher Ji when she was young."

The female classmate asked, "You got up early this morning and went to the train station just to buy a ticket for her?"

"It's not that I want to go home for the New Year too, it's just that Wen Wan is too busy. Teacher Ji's hopes and ideals are pinned on her, and she doesn't dare to relax even a little. So I bought her a train ticket."

The female classmate took a look and asked, "Didn't you say you two are from the same hometown, Yangcheng? Why did you buy a train ticket to Sangzhou?"

Li Chunxiao said with sadness, "Four days from now, it will be the ninth anniversary of Teacher Ji's death. Wen Wan is going to Sangzhou to relocate Teacher Ji's grave. She has already contacted all the cemeteries, and she will be buried in the Xishan Cemetery in Beijing. I wanted to accompany her, but two of Teacher Ji's disciples have already gone there."

The female students fell silent. As art students, they had all heard their teachers talk about Ji Meiyun. During her time as a troupe leader, she had fought tooth and nail to protect artists and actors, and even sought justice for actresses who were bullied. However, because of this, she had offended many, leading to her being targeted and persecuted by powerful villains during the Ten Years Movement, ultimately leading to her tragic death in the countryside where she was sent down.

Li Chunxiao said: "Teacher Ji was a man of great determination. He committed suicide in a rural cattle shed nine years ago. There may be other reasons."

"You mean she might not have committed suicide, but was murdered?"

Li Chunxiao thought that she was straightforward enough and that this classmate was even simpler than her. They were students of art and probably had very simple minds.

Wen Wan finished a dance, unscrewed the lid of her water cup, and gulped down a few mouthfuls. The girl next to her called out, "Wen Wan, your fellow villager is here to see you."

Wen Wan walked out of the dance studio: "Sister Chunxiao, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, it'll only take two or three minutes. I'll help you with the train ticket you asked for."

Wen Wan took the ticket, looked at the price, and took out five big unity notes from the pocket of the belt around her waist. "We are sisters, so don't give me change of two or three yuan. There's no need to be so polite."

"Okay, then I won't look for you anymore. When I come back after winter vacation, I'll bring you some food from my hometown."

"Sister Chunxiao, please help me get some costumes. I paid back the original investment last year, and there's not much left. We students of art spend so much money. Last month, Teacher Tang asked a friend to bring me a few sets of dance costumes and shoes, which cost 800 yuan. Teacher Tang has elderly parents and a son. Teacher Wang lives in the countryside and has a chronically ill father. His older and younger brothers also need help from him from time to time. 800 yuan is probably more than they can save in a year. If I don't start a stall now, I'll have no money to spend next year."

Li Chunxiao's classmates hurriedly said, "Count me in if you guys want to set up a stall."

Li Chunxiao spat softly, "You are different from us. Your father is a director at a film studio, and your mother is an accountant at the studio. They have high salaries, so how could they be without your money?"

The female classmate said, "Classmate Ji Wenwan, please take me with you."

Wen Wan smiled and said, "You have to ask Sister Chunxiao about this. I'll listen to her. Sister Chunxiao, how much money should I give you for the purchase?"

"Don't give it to me yet. When I get home, I'll ask my parents and brother to chip in. I'll tell you how much I've spent. This time, we'll split it in half. The profit will be split equally."

"Okay, after the New Year, I'll pay you back the cost."

The female classmate followed Li Chunxiao and said, "Chunxiao, please let me contribute a little!"

"You don't need money, so don't join in the fun."

"Then you're not short of money. I saw a letter from your sister. Your sister and your second sister-in-law set up a stall and made nearly 10,000 yuan a month. Just let me contribute to your share."

Li Chunxiao whispered, "Wu Mengxin, Teacher Ji's subsidies were all taken by her son and daughter, who are no longer related to her. Because Wen Wan looks like Teacher Ji, her mother and uncle hate her."

Wu Mengxin asked incredulously: "Why?"

"Because her mother and her uncle were raised by her grandmother, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is an eternal problem. And because the old grandmother of the Liu family didn't like Teacher Ji, she always taught them to hate their own mother. Just because Wen Wan looks like Teacher Ji, Wen Wan has a hard time at home. She has to find a way to pay for her tuition and living expenses. Her grandfather lives in the retirement base for veteran cadres in Beijing, but he has never seen her and never given her a penny.

Wenwan is a proud person. If I offered her money directly, she would definitely refuse, which would be an insult to her. But it’s different when we are working together to set up a stall. This money is earned through our own hard work.

Wu Mengxin, we have parents and family to support us, but Wenwan only has herself."

Li Chunxiao thought that Wen Wan had a very hard life, but she always had a sunny smile that made people feel like they were in the spring breeze. Even she was often infected by her smile. Moreover, last year when they set up a stall together, she earned more than 5,000 yuan, and she sent 3,000 yuan back home.

My younger sister and second sister-in-law relied on this money to start their business and they made more and more money.

Wu Mengxin felt a little embarrassed. She had no idea there was such a thing going on here. "When you guys set up your stall, take me with you. I'll help you out with the sales."

"If you sing a few Hong Kong pop songs, you'll definitely attract a lot of customers."

"Ha ha……"

The two walked away, playing and laughing.

Li Chunxiao told Wu Mengxin to just know about this and not tell anyone.

Wu Mengxin said she knows her limits.