Suisui at Seventy

Jiang Suisui subconsciously wanted to pounce into Song Weizheng's arms, but immediately thought of the people coming and going on the university campus and her roommates behind him, so he stopped the car in time.

She looked at Song Weizheng with a smile on her back, and said, "Are you waiting for me?"

Song Weizheng raised what he was holding to signal to her. Jiang Suisui suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Lunch box?"

Song Weizheng raised his mouth slightly: "I just went to the Chinese Department, and I heard that you are having a welcome party, so I gave you a meal first."

Jiang Suisui took the lunch box and held it in his hand. Well, it's still warm! Suddenly she was able to eat hot meals again, and she was so happy that tears filled her eyes.

They found a stone bench in the corner of the campus and sat down. Jiang Suishui opened the lunch box, spreading the glamorous and attractive potato meat on the top, and the white rice that was soaked in vegetable juice underneath. The aroma made her rush. The index finger moved.

While watching her eat sweetly, Song Weizheng asked with a smile, "What have you done for the welcome party? It took so long to end."

Speaking of this, Jiang Suisui suddenly sighed, and the food in his mouth was almost gone: "You must have never thought of what I experienced..."

She told Song Weizheng about the previous discussion about the performance of the freshman conference, and finally concluded: "I only wanted to be a melon-eater, who knew I would become the protagonist in the end."

She also threatened fiercely: "When you see my performance, you are not allowed to laugh. If you let me see you smiling, I will never finish with you!"

Song Weizheng couldn't help but laugh: "When do you rehearse? I'll go and see, otherwise I won't watch until the official performance, I'm afraid I can't help it."

"You have to hold it back for me!" Jiang Suisui said with shame, "It's impossible for you to watch the rehearsal, so I can only practice until I can get on stage."

Song Weizheng pressed his fist against his lips, and said with a smile: "Well, then I will wait for you to give me a surprise."

Jiang Suisui said depressed: "Don't your mathematics department talk about the freshman conference? Every department has a program."

Song Weizheng nodded and said, "Say, it should be a chorus."

"Nothing new..." Jiang Suisui was immediately disappointed when she heard it. She sighed, "The chorus is all standing in a pile, and no one can hear it. How can we reflect the excellence of our comrade Xiao Song?"

After speaking, she asked curiously: "Do you know how to sing? Let me sing a song first, I haven't heard you sing yet!"

Song Weizheng reached out and lifted her lunch box, and said, "If you don't eat it, the food will be cold."

Jiang Suisui: "...Don't think I can't see that you are changing the subject."

Song Weizheng lowered his head and smiled, and said, "Well...just like you don't want me to see you rehearsing, and I don't want you to hear me singing. My singing level is probably like this."

"Puff..." Jiang Suisui couldn't help laughing. "So there are things in this world that Comrade Xiao Song is not good at?"

Song Weizheng was a little embarrassed, so he could only look down at her gently and smile happily.

Jiang Suisui patted him on the shoulder and encouraged: "It's okay, let's make progress together at the same level. You are better than me. You can't hear it in the chorus, but I am going to be publicly executed."

Song Weizheng said warmly: "It's not as exaggerated as you said, I think you are very suitable, there must be no problem."

In his eyes, Jiang Suisui Yixiyiyi, dexterous and fresh, can do well no matter what he does.

Jiang Suisui felt that he was comforting himself, but he was still very happy after hearing it: "With your good words, I won't ask for glory to the Chinese Department. If you don't lose face, you will win!"

·

It is only half a month before the new student conference at the end of the month, so all the progress is the fastest.

The script came out hot and fresh the next day, and it is said that Qi Jianxin and a few classmates stayed up late to write it. As soon as he wrote the script, he began to call the classmates to take a break after class, hurry up to familiarize themselves with the plot, and start rehearsals as soon as possible.

Everyone is in high spirits. Zhao Qianyun, who loves beauty, gets up every morning and doesn't even care about applying cream. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she begins to study the script.

Jiang Suisui watched other classmates actively treat the show, and suddenly felt that the script in his hand was a bit heavy.

She deeply felt that the young people of this era have a positive, optimistic and energetic energy in everything. Everyone cherishes the hard-won opportunity. The whole campus is filled with a youthful and uplifting atmosphere. This kind of atmosphere also deeply affects Jiang Suisui.

Even Zhao Qianyun, who she thought would be very squeamish at first, was stumbling, but she tried hard to adapt to the dormitory life, and she would ask other people how to wash clothes.

During a night chat in the dormitory, everyone also learned that Zhao Qianyun was born and raised abroad and returned to China with his family when he was almost ten years old.

Jiang Suisui asked curiously: "You grew up in a foreign country, so your English should be good? Why didn't you study a foreign language department?"

"I knew someone would ask this." Zhao Qianyun's voice was triumphant, she explained, "Although I was born abroad, my grandparents always tell me that my motherland is in China, and my mother tongue is my mother tongue. It is Chinese. Chinese is the most beautiful language in the world. It has the heaviest history and richest heritage. It is impossible to thoroughly study its beauty even after a hundred years of research."

Zhao Qianyun: "So, although I was surrounded by foreign languages ​​when I was young, I have always been interested in Chinese, and my grandparents have been teaching me personally at home. They said that my children and grandchildren must not forget the book."

Everyone was very impressed, and Jiang Suisui was also very touched. Perhaps in the distant future, with advanced technology and common world, language is only a tool gradually, and many cultures are gradually lost. In this era, the pride of being proud of culture that young people have can be imprinted in the hearts of future generations for a long time.

Jiang Suisui was moved by this atmosphere and decided to settle down and take this drama seriously.

Because of the tight time, everyone used the rest time after dinner and before going to bed to rehearse.

Jiang Suisui also gradually felt awkward at the thought of acting, and then slowly fell into the role with other people, she suddenly figured out a little bit of fun.

Although the script was not perfect, and the students' acting skills were immense, the performance she devoted herself to, actually moved Jiang Suisui herself. She began to look forward to the day of the new student conference.

·

The closer the time, the later the rehearsal. When Jiang Suisui and Zhao Qianyun finished their rehearsal, it was already dark.

Most of the other supporting roles with fewer roles ended rehearsals and returned to the dormitory. There are only a few main roles left, as well as the energetic screenwriter and director Qi Jianxin, who are still rehearsing repeatedly.

"Let’s stop here today. Thanks for your hard work." Qi Jianxin looked at the crowd, clapped his hands and said, "The day after tomorrow will be the Newborn Conference. Let’s rehearse for the last time tomorrow and strive for a satisfactory result!"

Wei Zhenhua patted him on the shoulder and said, "Jianxin, I think you have your own opinions on the creation and grasp of the script. Are you interested in joining the literature club?"

Qi Jian Xinwenyan said happily: "Of course, this is my honour!"

"Senior Brother Wei! I want to join too!" Li Chunjiao, who had long since lost the role but was still guarding and refused to leave, suddenly interjected, "Can I join?"

Wei Zhenhua smiled gently and said: "After the opening of the college entrance examination, our Chinese Department has attracted a lot of outstanding talents from all over the country. This year, the Literature Club will definitely recruit new people. Please remember to sign up when you come."

Li Chunjiao was a little disappointed when he heard it, but still smiled and said softly: "Okay, Brother Wei, I will definitely go."

Wei Zhenhua turned around and said to Jiang Suisui and others: "The Literature Club will start recruiting new recruits next month. Those who are interested should remember to sign up. I will be waiting for you in the Literature Club."

Zhao Qianyun responded positively: "Okay!"

Jiang Suisui had just finished rehearsing, tired and hungry, did not hear what Wei Zhenhua was saying, and subconsciously nodded his head slightly.

After the show, Jiang Suisui slowly walked out with the others, and suddenly a voice sounded around him: "Classmate Jiang."

"Huh?" Jiang Suisui turned his head in response, and found that Wei Zhenhua didn't know when he had walked to her, "Senior Brother Wei! Is there anything wrong?"

Wei Zhenhua smiled and said, "It's okay, but you seem to be confused. Is the rehearsal too hard and tired?"

Jiang Suisui shook his head quickly: "No, no, everyone is very hard. I just like to be in a daze when I'm fine, it doesn't matter."

Wei Zhenhua nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "Student Jiang, are you interested in joining the Literature Club?"

"Huh?" Jiang Suisui looked confused and didn't know how to answer the call. Did she receive a pass-through card from the Literature Agency? No registration, no interview, and direct promotion?

but……

Jiang Suisui smiled embarrassedly and said, "Senior Brother Wei, the Literature Club is very good, but I have just entered school and feel that my level is still far behind. I think I need to study hard for a while."

Wei Zhenhua: "Student Jiang, don’t be presumptuous. During our rehearsal together during this time, I think you are a very serious girl, and you are also very dedicated to the role, as if you can empathize with yourself. Such delicate and sensuality is exactly what The qualities required by literature."

This series of compliments made Jiang Suisui feel a little goosebumps. In addition, Li Chunjiao, who was walking in the front, looked back at her and Wei Zhenhua from time to time, staring at her and Jiang Suisui felt a lot of pressure.

She could only tactfully but firmly refused: "Senior Brother Wei, in fact, my understanding of the role is not so deep. I was driven by everyone's atmosphere. I think everyone's level is higher than me, and they are more qualified to join the literature club. !"

When it comes to this, Wei Zhenhua can only helplessly say: "Well, but Jiang, the new recruit of the Literature Club, I still hope you can try it, I believe you will be interested."