Xiangcheng Nanmen Injured Soldiers Hospital.

In the afternoon, the performance team of the Shancheng Battlefield Service Team set up a stage in the open space of the hospital, and performed condolences to hundreds of injured soldiers who were treated in the hospital.

After a dance performance, the host of the newspaper walked up to the stage and announced: "Please enjoy the solo song "Three Wishes of Rose", performer: Miss Su Yinger."

After a while, I saw an apricot yellow skirt and a round hat with a certain white red belt. Su Yinger, who looked playful, stepped onto the stage with cheerful steps.

Roses, roses, blooming under the green railings...

With a mouth, the ethereal and beautiful voice was like a lover's confession, and the wounded soldiers under the stage were all fascinated.

It's so nice, I've never heard it sing so nicely.

"Miss Su Yinger, let's have another song!"

"Miss Su Yinger, do you have a boyfriend?" He was even more bold and asked loudly.

"Our battalion asked you, why don't you speak?" The one who boldly expressed his admiration just now was a major battalion commander, and the soldiers under him naturally followed him to cheer.

"Shame, hahaha..."

Boo, whistle sounded!

Faced with such teasing, Su Yinger obviously had never encountered it. She stood on the stage with a blushing face like a ripe apple, and didn't know how to answer.

Not long after Su Ying'er became famous, she was driven by passion and signed up to join the battlefield service team and came to the front line to express condolences.

Although she also has certain stage performance experience, when he was in the mountain city, he faced polite dignitaries, and no longer had citizens of high quality.

However, this was the first time she had come into contact with such low-level soldiers. The vulgarity and even filthy words of these people made her feel unacceptable for a moment.

"Speak..."

The laughter from the ground kept coming, and Su Ying'er on the stage blushed and her face was at a loss, but no one went up to help her.

It seemed that the performance team did not come forward, and they let such a young girl stand on the simple stage and endure the teasing and frivolous gaze of the people below.

Embarrassing, humiliating...

"What are you doing? Are you still a soldier of the Party and the country? So many people bullied a girl?" At this moment, someone finally came forward.

A young man in his thirties, wearing a Zhongshan suit, walked onto the stage and shouted sternly at the wounded soldiers below the stage.

"Who are you? Why do you care about our affairs?"

"I am Li Haihuai, the chief of the Fifth Section of the Xiangcheng Guard Command!" Li Haihuai replied coldly.

"Li Haihuai, I haven't heard of it..."

"Brother, be careful of your words, this is King Li Yan." Someone next to him immediately reminded the brother who spoke wildly.

"He is King Li Yan?" The speaker was shocked. King Li Yan was a big shot in Xiangcheng.

Although his official position is not high and he is just a section chief, he, as the section chief, has real power, and he also has the power to arrest people directly without going through the police station.

"Miss Su Yinger, sorry, I'm scared you. We are all martial artists. We don't know much about mercy and we say everything we say. I just heard you sing below. It sounds very nice. I also want to listen to you sing another song. I wonder if it can satisfy the wishes of me and the brothers below?" Li Haihuai turned around and asked Su Yinger in a gentle tone.

"Okay, OK, what do you want to hear?" Su Ying'er was sweating nervously and her speech was a little stuttering.

"Whatever you can sing, what you are best at," Li Haihuai said. He knew that if he directly used his power to let Su Yinger return to the backstage, the wounded soldiers in the audience would definitely be dissatisfied, so he would ask Su Yinger to sing another song in a negotiated tone.

In this way, the wounded soldiers in the audience had nothing to say.

"Then I'll sing "Jasmine Flower"." Su Ying'er thought for a moment and nodded, and came to the performance to express her condolences. Of course, she prepared several songs and carefully selected them. It is not appropriate to sing the soft and desolate sound of "Night Shanghai" on such occasions.

"What a jasmine flower..."

This is a folk song that is widely sung, very beautiful. Under Su Yinger's ethereal voice, it feels more transparent.

Everyone in the audience was so fascinated by listening, especially Li Haihuai, who had seen the world.

Facing such a voice, I couldn't help but show a hint of addiction, looking at the young and energetic woman on the stage.

His heart was moved.

What a wonderful thing it would be to marry such a woman home and let her sing for herself?

This thought grows wildly like wild grass in my heart and develops in an uncontrollable direction.

After singing this song, Su Yinger bowed and thanked her, she turned around and went back to the backstage, and no one started to make trouble again.

If you cause trouble again, Li Haihuai will have reason to punish them. After all, they are here to show you the condolences and performances, not to satisfy you.

Backstage.

When Su Yinger came, the rest of the performance team were embarrassed. They heard Su Yinger's embarrassment on the stage just now, and no one went up to help.

Some people are self-protection-free, and have experienced a lot, know what will happen next, and are unwilling to help.

Some people just want to watch Su Yinger’s jokes. Even though this small condolence performance team is competition everywhere.

In fact, the opportunity to express condolences is rare. Although it is a little dangerous and hard, many people cannot stop the temptation to become famous quickly, especially with a good qualification.

Therefore, it is not easy to participate in the condolence performance team of the battlefield service team.

If Su Yinger had no fame at all, she would probably not have this opportunity.

"Yinger, are you okay?" A young man came over. His name was Liu Weiming. He was a condolence performance team with Su Yinger. However, he worked in the team in costumes and cosmetics, and occasionally had the opportunity to perform on stage, but the protagonist would definitely not be able to take the turn.

But everyone in the team knows that he and Su Yinger have a good relationship. As for whether the two are boyfriend and girlfriend, I don’t know.

Anyway, Su Yinger never admitted it.

Everyone guessed that this should be Liu Weiming's wishful thinking.

Everyone could see that the gap between Liu Weiming and Su Yinger was too big. Even if they could get together, it would be difficult for them to last long.

Su Ying'er is already well-known. Once the new movie she made is released, her value will soar. By then, the gap between Liu Weiming and her will be even greater.

And by that time, Su Yinger will inevitably catch the eyes of those big shots. If someone is attracted to her, what else will happen to Liu Weiming?

This is the reality. The love story between a poor scholar and a rich lady only exists in the novel.

"I'm fine, but fortunately someone helps me." Su Ying'er felt scared when she remembered her helplessness on the stage just now. If she really made a fool of herself, it would be a big blow to her acting career and would even become a big stain for her in the future.

"It's fine. I was putting on Sister Qiao just now, and I really couldn't get away..." Liu Weiming explained.

"I understand." Su Yinger nodded and her reaction was very cold.

Liu Weiming was a little helpless and didn't know how to continue. He liked Su Yinger, so anyone could tell.

But Su Yinger just maintained a friend to him, and was even a little close, which made him feel a little at a loss.

"Miss Ying'er..." Outsiders are generally not allowed to enter the backstage. After all, there are actresses and outsiders who come in, which will inevitably lead to misunderstandings.

But that is only for ordinary people, and Li Haihuai is not listed here. Who dares to stop a person with absolute underground power in Xiangcheng?

"Hello, gentleman." Seeing Li Haihuai, Su Ying'er's cheeks turned red and her expression was a little cramped.

"Miss Ying'er, you are polite. I, Li Haihuai, have taken an errand at the Xiangcheng Guard Command." Li Haihuai smiled slightly and explained himself.

"Hello Mr. Li."

"Miss Ying'er sang so nicely, her voice was as clear as water. I was fascinated by the audience just now." Li Haihuai praised.

"Mr. Li praised it."

"If Miss Ying'er encounters any difficulties in Xiangcheng or needs help, you can make this call. Li still has something to do in Xiangcheng." Li Haihuai handed Su Ying'er a small piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

"Thank you, Mr. Li." Su Yinger did not refuse and accepted it directly.

"Well, don't disturb your subsequent performances, say goodbye first." Li Haihuai politely withdrew from the backstage directly.

...

Come out of the backstage.

"Webmaster, have you fall in love with this little star?" Li Haihuai's confidant adjutant asked whispered.

Li Haihuai glared at the adjutant and said nothing.

The adjutant smiled and understood it. The superior did not refute. Isn’t this telling the problem?

Do you have to say what the commander says?

Then what do you want him, his confidant adjutant?

"Don't use brute force, and don't put pressure on Miss Ying'er." Li Haihuai said lightly.

Regarding this little star, Li Haihuai felt that he could completely impress him with his personal charm and then take him back into the room.

This process is a kind of enjoyment.

"Webmaster, look, is that Team Leader Qin?" The adjutant suddenly said, pointing at the two figures in front.

Li Haihuai looked in the direction of his fingers, why was it not Luo Yao and Li Fu, but there was still someone behind him.

There were three people in total, checking somewhere in the backyard of the wounded soldiers’ hospital.

"Webmaster, let's go over and say hello?"

"Well, go over." Li Haihuai thought for a moment and nodded. In fact, according to work discipline, he shouldn't have greeted Luo Yao at this time, but if it's for that plan.

I have to call this greeting.
To be continued...