Youth, I'm here!

In the evening sunset, Li Kuiyong stood in front of this old-fashioned house.

The barracks of the art troupe are called—

Red Building.

A name that makes people think a lot.

The earliest owner of the entire old house was a warlord. In the 1920s, he lived in two concubines, one big and one small. In the early 1930s, he married a little concubine, and the head of the house added another floor to the second floor.

The green tiles and eaves on both sides are covered with dark green wooden pillars. The same red bricks are used to pave a road from the Red Building, leading to a pavilion. There are forty-eight large and small rooms along the way. The small rehearsal room of the art troupe was expanded based on the pavilion, so it has a strange shape, cold in winter and hot in summer.

Walk further to the gate and you will be the dining hall.

In the past, it was the little theater for the concubines, but later, the stage was demolished and changed into a dance hall.

The houses of the Red Mansion, the grooms, old mothers and little girls in the yard are not well built. They have long been almost decayed and have been demolished to build two rows of bungalows. The new residents are cadres of the art troupe and the family members, and there is also a serious training room, also called the large rehearsal hall.

Li Kuiyong walked through the holly path next to the small rehearsal room and walked through the corridor with eaves below the Red Building. The melodious sound of violin came from the upper floor. He listened for a while and turned to the stairs at the end of the corridor.

A burly and sturdy male soldier was squatting there, rhythmically hitting the floor with a hammer, as if he was lashing the violin. The floor was so old that it was almost collapsed. He jumped there hard, and the vegetable pots on the table beside Li Kuiyong were trembling...

The hammer hits a floor that is unreasonably erratic.

A group of undespicable talented women were surrounding a short table, and no one paid attention to the worker. They were guarding the empty rice bowl and box, and under the instigation of excess hormones, chatting and flirting with the reputation of digestion...

The man was wearing two different shoes, his right foot was wearing a soldier black cloth shoes distributed by the army, and his left foot was wearing a dirty white soft-soled training shoe. After knocking on the hammer, he stepped on the floor with the soft-soled shoes, and then stomped on the hard-soled shoes, knocking on a few more hammers before he stood up.

After he stood up straight, Li Kuiyong was happy.

He was quite big squatting and not very tall when he stood up. Who else except Liu Feng with short legs?

"Where are you working, Liu Feng?"

It sounds a bit distant and familiar, as if this thick voice should not belong to the art troupe, but from the restless Sijiu City several years ago?

Liu Feng turned his head and immediately smiled:

"Kuiyong, why are you here?"

His eyes swept over his four pockets and hurriedly made a military salute awkwardly.

Li Kuiyong returned the courtesy with a smile. After five years of separation, Liu Feng became more and more back, and went from a glorious field army engineer to an old mother of the art troupe.

"Work transfer, I got a training section chief in the art troupe... Liu Feng, where is the political commissar Ning? Let's go to the old man to drink?"

Li Kuiyong's voice was not loud, but the four words "training section chief" clearly reached the ears of the talented men and beautiful women. They quickly left the bench and lined up neatly in three rows.

Li Kuiyong looked around one by one, but it didn't look familiar. In five years, the group of people who almost beat him up in northern Shaanxi had already been scattered all over the country.

It is indeed an iron-clad art troupe and a flowing art soldier.

Li Kuiyong waved his hand at them with no interest and said lightly:

"Don't be too reserved, I'll come to find Liu Feng... By the way, who knows my sister He Xiaoman, why isn't she here?"

There was a commotion in the crowd. No one expected that the cold, dull, weak, pitiful and helpless He Xiaoman had an older brother who was the head of the training section and was very familiar with Political Commissar Ning. The previous sentence "Go to drink with that old man" was proof of it!

A beautiful female soldier who was nearly 1.7 meters tall came out from the crowd. She was very, very plump and not yet approached. The warm hormonal aura of youth was already coming to her:

"Hello, Section Chief, He Xiaolan is back to the dormitory. Do you want me to call her?"

Li Kuiyong glanced at her:

"May I have your name?"

The female soldier straightened her waist, and her plump upper circumference suddenly increased, and she was about to burst out like a shock wave:

"Section Chief, my name is Hao Shuwen, and He Xiaoman is the new recruit I picked up."

Li Kuiyong nodded, it was you.

"Then you go!"

Hao Shuwen is the daughter of an air force leader. She is an anti-aircraft artillery soldier from a division under her father. She has rolled in a honey pot since she was a child, making her develop more unscrupulous than the girls around her, and even more surging than those teachers who are as mature as peaches...

Hao Shuwen actually exaggerated her role. Although she also participated in the spring recruitment mission in 1973, she was just a so-called soybean. She was specifically responsible for demonstrating dance moves to the candidates and testing the candidates' imitation ability and dance feeling.

At that time, there was such a young warrior in various dance dramas. He had two special stunts and was held up by someone. The art troupe was missing such a small girl who could make somersaults.

He Xiaoman was practicing in the school art team before and she would make a lot of assaults. During the interview, she took out all her life and dared to show off any of the uncultured assaults.

A front flip failed to stand firm, and the whole person smashed backwards, and the back of his head was not spared.

Everyone screamed at that time, thinking that she must have fallen into pieces, but she jumped up and laughed at everyone with a crooked face.

It was this crooked smile that completely moved the dance instructor Yang, the person in charge of admissions.

Is there anything else that scares girls who are not afraid of death?

He had already seen the brave and flexible "little warrior" in various dance dramas in the future, so He Xiaoman was summoned to the art troupe.

Of course, this does not affect Hao Shuwen's pursuit of credit before the "training section chief".

She responded sweetly, saluted, and brushed past Li Kuiyong. As her graceful steps gradually moved away, a warm body fragrance gradually dissipated from thick to thin.

During this process, the male soldiers' eyes gradually moved from her upper circumference to her side waist, and then turned to two round and perky places behind her.

Except for Liu Feng, his eyes passed through Li Kuiyong and kept on the face of another girl.

After Hao Shuwen went out, she looked particularly eye-catching among the female soldiers. It was not that she was particularly plump, but that she was particularly fair and her skin exposed outside her clothes shone with a baby-like tenderness, which made people have to look at her more.

This girl has a pair of small but very round eyes. She has circled two circles of not long but thick eyelashes. People nowadays must have mistakenly thought that she had embroidered eyeliner.

Li Kuiyong looked at Lin Feng's eyes and said with a tense face:

"Don't stand, you guys talk about you!"

After saying that, he sat down in front of a small table close by.

The 1.87-meter-long iron tower is too oppressive among these thin art soldiers. Even though he was sitting, the explosive muscles on his body still pushed his uniform into a bulge, filled with a bloody aura that had not yet dissipated...

The talented and beautiful people sat back tremblingly.

No one dared to lean towards him, and the indigenous people who were close to the small tables had already squeezed far away.

Everyone was worried. The training section chief looked so fierce, and his eyes looked like he was going to kill people. He would suffer in future military training...

At this moment, the white and tender female soldier suddenly stood up timidly.

As soon as she stood up, everyone's eyes shot over. In front of everyone, she walked over with her teapot and filled it with water, and then walked carefully towards Li Kuiyong.

This girl may have been used to being coquettish when she was little, her hands and feet were slightly inconsistent, like polio had some sequelae, but this incongruity gave her a kind of childishness. Just when she came over with a teapot like this, everyone would secretly worry about it-

Oh, don't fall...

Li Kuiyong did not move, and watched her get closer and closer with a stern face.

The girl seemed to regret it. She overestimated her resistance to the pressure of this "demon god". The closer she got, the stronger the oppression, which caused her hands holding the teapot to begin to tremble.

"Section...Section Chief, you...you drink water..."

The sound is undoubtedly nice, sweet and glutinous, sweet and greasy.

Li Kuiyong turned to look at Liu Feng, thinking that you, a monster with short legs, actually liked the fake loli with a soft voice and a soft body that was hard to push?

Liu Feng obviously misunderstood, he introduced:

"Kui... Section Chief, this is the solo actor of our group, named Lin Dingding. He is also from Shanghai, and he is a fellow villager with He Xiaolan..."

"Chief Kui", what the hell is this?

Li Kuiyong frowned, and was about to correct his name, but Lin Dingding had already handed over the water. Seeing Li Kuiyong frowned, he was shocked.

I felt panic and the water from the teapot shook out.

A few drops were sprinkled on the back of her hand, and more splashed onto the two hills she was greeting...

"ah……"

This melodious moan, I don’t know if it hurts on my hands or my chest, made Liu Feng feel heartbroken. He took a step forward and held back.

In front of so many people, he didn't dare to go over...

Li Kuiyong took the tea jar, and Lin Dingding immediately put his hands beside his mouth and exhale. There were a few red marks on the back of his hand, which was as white as half-cooked egg white.

"It's hot, is it important?"

Although he asked Liu Feng against his will, his stern and cold face could not tell at all that he was worried or distressed.

Lin Dingding shook his head aggrievedly:

"No, the water is not very hot, just blow it..."

Li Kuiyong put the teacup on the small table, and he suddenly had a ridiculous idea. If it weren't for the public's eyes, would Liu Feng have to whirl his hands first or chest first?

It must be a hand, he is very cowardly!

Seeing that Lin Dingding had not left yet, Li Kuiyong asked again as if nothing had happened:

"Little fellow villager, are you getting along well with my sister?"

Li Kuiyong asked this on purpose. He had known that these little fairies had bullied He Xiaoman and were autistic!
To be continued...