neither.
It has only been a month since the start of the school year, but this is already Jing Xiaoqiang's second time coming to the Academic Affairs Office.
Unlike other students who treated this place as the gate of hell and were trembling with fear, the old hand came in calmly.
Then I clearly saw the look on the teachers’ faces saying, “Who the hell are you from?”
Jing Xiaoqiang studied at Pingjing Drama Academy, which is known as the university with the most...
Take the Shanghai Theatre Academy that Old Lady Cheng mentioned, for example. It has produced many talented men and beautiful women since its establishment before the Anti-Japanese War.
Students who attend this kind of school may come from all kinds of backgrounds.
It is definitely much larger than the proportion in ordinary universities.
He also thought it was something about the TV station: "I was seconded to Shanghai TV Station these days. Senior sister Yuan, who is a senior majoring in broadcasting, came to write a letter of introduction and a note for leave."
He is pretending to be cool invisibly.
The director of the Guijianchou School couldn't help but knock on the table: "Last time, the Conservatory of Music seconded you to the Vocal Music Department as a teaching assistant, and last week, the TV station seconded you to be a choreography instructor. Just take a look, how many units can second you in four years of college?"
Jing Xiaoqiang continued to think that he had disturbed the teaching order, and approached him with a smile: "I also want to bring honor to the school... Damn it!"
Then it stopped abruptly.
Because I saw an official letter on the Dean's desk, red with a red five-pointed star on it, saying that our art troupe is seconding your school's 90th grade student, Jing Xiaoqiang, to assist in completing an important task. Please process it as soon as possible...
It's clearly a parallel text unit, but I kind of feel like hurry up and stop talking so much!
Jing Xiaoqiang couldn't help but exclaim, of course, as soon as he saw the three words "Art Troupe", he immediately understood why that idiot Lu Xi was so excited and hesitant the day before yesterday, and why Sister Fang wanted to hold her back.
It was obvious that they knew about this, but they didn't say it publicly in front of others to save face for the men.
Auntie Guijianchou ignored his swearing and said, "What? Are you still surprised? If it weren't for the three words "Art Troupe", I would have thought you were being transferred to develop atomic bombs. What's the matter?"
Jing Xiaoqiang really didn't know: "This is the Air Force's cultural troupe, right? I composed a piece of 'Blue Sky Rhapsody' with the symphony orchestra and gave it to them. It might be because of this."
So I pretended to be cool again.
The teachers who had come to the Academic Affairs Office to listen to gossip finally couldn't help but ask, "Which symphony orchestra?"
"What is 'Rhapsody in the Blue Sky'?"
"Is it still the musical dream you mentioned last time?"
Jing Xiaoqiang, who had no dream of performing in a musical, could only nod and say, "Yes, yes, yes. I rehearsed this piece with the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra during the summer vacation. It depicts the scene of the air force ground crew members enthusiastically preparing for combat training."
He spoke so lightly that all the teachers in their thirties and forties stood in awe.
Being able to write songs is not an ordinary thing, and being able to write songs in collaboration with a symphony orchestra is definitely not an ordinary songwriter.
We are all experts in the Shanghai film, television and drama industry. I am not looking down on anyone, but none of you here has the energy to bring in a symphony orchestra to compose a piece of music.
Even though the symphony orchestra is just over a kilometer away, and even though they are all in the literary and artistic circles, that is a different world, and the dean may not be very effective. Even in the music conservatory, which has its own system, not many people can be mobilized.
But it’s not enough to mobilize the symphony orchestra, the works can also be sent directly to the art troupe.
That is another system with even greater gaps and chasms.
Anyone with a little social common sense and institutional experience knows that cross-system capabilities are the most impressive.
Oh, and Shanghai TV Station must also be included.
These connections are just jumping back and forth.
How big a background is needed to suppress such a multi-faceted scene?
Anyway, no one has ever thought that Jing Xiaoqiang relies purely on his talent?
Seeing that he was still a little confused, Aunt Gui Jianchou was very kind: "Why are you still standing there? The letter of introduction has been issued. Go quickly and remember to bring honor to the college. The college is your strong backing."
Jing Xiaoqiang had to ask where the art troupe was. Fortunately, there was a phone number on the secondment letter, the kind that required manual transfer.
No one present knew about it, as this involved a confidential matter that could not be asked about.
Once again raising Jing Xiaoqiang's status.
While having lunch in the cafeteria at noon, all the teachers were discussing this matter.
Every semester, film and television crews, film studios, and television stations ask the college to second students, and all of this requires various approvals.
The school is still very unhappy about this and has made it a key project for school spirit management.
The last time Jing Xiaoqiang was seconded to the Conservatory of Music, it was the first time, but he still asked the department head to sign.
This time, even the Dean of Academic Affairs did not ask for the signature of the department head and approved it directly.
Everyone is discussing who the old comrades with the surname Jing are.
Comrade Xiao Jing wanted to go early and come back early, so he went to the hotel and drove.
Then I suddenly felt it was unnecessary.
Why has he always been wary of Lu Xi?
Look, this is the situation right in front of us. When the honey and oil are mixed, it can soar into the sky like a rocket booster.
Can we still treat each other fairly when we are speaking ill of each other ?
You can't shamelessly take advantage of the situation when you get it, and then say it's unfair when you get punished, right?
What you get is always proportional to what you put in.
With Jing Xiaoqiang's current abilities, there is absolutely no need for him to get into trouble.
Right.
People in their fifties can clearly weigh the pros and cons.
This includes the fact that there is no need to drive a luxury car to show off in front of the art troupe leaders.
This is different from deliberately discrediting oneself in front of Chengjia.
Chengjia will just think you are naughty.
So this is what Jing Xiaoqiang reminded himself while sitting in the taxi: try to make things as simple as possible, no matter what the matter is, just get by with it.
In fact, the distance is not far. Near another airport in the city, Jing Xiaoqiang even saw the building of the airline dormitory, which once again illustrates this special situation of military-civilian integration.
Then we turned into a very ordinary-looking compound, with a small red-brick building, a solemn auditorium, and nimble figures in military uniforms coming in and out everywhere.
All of this made Jing Xiaoqiang a little nervous.
He is just an ordinary overseas returnee loser.
I just want to sing, collect rent, buy a few houses and live a carefree life.
The taxi was stopped by a serious soldier at the gate of the hospital. After checking the letter of introduction and the letter of secondment, Jing Xiaoqiang was allowed to get out of the car by himself.
This cowardly guy was actually a little envious of the taxi driver who turned around and ran away.
Of course, Jing Xiaoqiang was not allowed to run around randomly, so a young soldier took him to the regiment leader's office.
Mother Lu, who looked heroic , sat behind her desk and peered out of the window of her bungalow: "Didn't Xiaoxi say that you bought a car and you were not allowed to drive in?"
Hey, that idiot Lu Xi said it had nothing to do with her family. Isn't that telling her mother everything?
Jing Xiaoqiang said simply: "No, except for traveling far and using it for work, I don't drive at other times..."
At this point he suddenly remembered that he didn't have a driver's license yet!
The real thing to do is to ask Uncle Cheng to get one for you right away.
The deputy director of the art troupe laughed, "You are quite mature. Boys of your age would be eager to show off their cars. That's great. Come on, take a seat. How have you been with Xiaoxi during this time?"
This is not a seconded job at all, it is clearly an opportunity to interrogate the son-in-law.
In this life, even if I die outside.
Jing Xiaoqiang was unwilling to be bound by this: "You may have some misunderstandings. I am now in school, working part-time, and doing some small business. I have no intention of falling in love, at least not with Lu Xi, and I don't want to take advantage of her. I really want to live a freer life and don't want my relationship and marriage to be under such great pressure."
In the last sentence, he boldly pointed to the office, which was full of military atmosphere. The walls were covered with various military flags, silk banners, and group photos of people in military uniforms and occasional Zhongshan suits.
This has been made very clear.
Unexpectedly, Mother Lu smiled, and even stood up to pour him a glass of water, which she brought to the coffee table covered with a white crocheted cloth.
Then he sat down on the leather sofa across the coffee table: "I understand your feelings very well. I had the same concerns more than 20 years ago. I wanted to dance and reach the pinnacle of art. I was reluctant to marry Xiaoxi's father because I felt that it was not what I imagined. But the life and work of the past 20 years have told me that these are the happiest and most beautiful 20 years."
Jing Xiaoqiang said politely: "Well, looking at Lu Xi, you can tell that she grew up in a happy family, but this is your life experience, not mine. I wish Lu Xi a happy future, but I myself yearn for freedom, personal freedom without any pressure, which is not illegal, right?"
Mother Lu really wasn't angry at all, not even the majesty I saw last time. She was smiling with interest the whole time and nodded, "Well, I understand, I understand. Our family is a little special, so I won't put pressure on you. Take your time. Don't rush. Let's talk about this matter first. The song is very good. There will be an important performance in Pingjing in November. I decided to send someone to use this song. You go and give me guidance. I believe you understand better than anyone what kind of effect this song should achieve."
Jing Xiaoqiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, can we do it now?"
Mother Lu nodded repeatedly: "It's the rehearsal room over there. I won't accompany you there, so as not to feel pressured again, hahaha!"
She couldn't help laughing as soon as I made a joke.
You can see that he is really satisfied.
She picked up the hand-cranked phone on the table and rang it. Immediately, a young female soldier came over with a serious expression and took Jing Xiaoqiang over.
The little breath of life that existed just now was immediately shattered.
How dare Jing Xiaoqiang provoke him?
I just wanted to say a few words and leave quickly.