She is no longer the best female match for period essays

Chapter 72 The First Sister of the 60s Art Troupe (11)

Xia Zhaoyun's tears just fell down, "Ran Ran, don't be angry, I have nothing to do with the Song family anymore. Song Zhenbao's framing of me, Song Aunt and Uncle Song's beatings on me should all be repaid for the Song family's upbringing. kindness."

"I changed my name and moved out of my household registration. I have nothing to do with them from then on."

"I, I can also live quietly and watch alone. This is something I couldn't even dream of before."

He Qingran pursed his lips tightly, and stepped forward to hug her, "It's all over, we have to get tough in the future, and if we have any problems, go to the Women's Federation, and we can't let the Song family bully us anymore!"

Xia Zhaoyun nodded again and again, "Sure, I'm not stupid."

Girls are not quick to take a bath, especially Xia Zhaoyun, who likes to do everything slowly. Now that Chu Xia starts to take a bath every day, she can't wait to rub off her skin.

After washing for half an hour, several groups of white girls walked here to choose a useful shower head, and glanced at the masterpieces of the Song family by the way, looked at Xia Zhaoyun's pretty face with sympathy, and made up their minds again The love drama between her and Huo Yingxiong is also full of sadness and heartbreak.

This happened at noon, and in the evening when the Song family was having dinner together, two comrades from the Women's Federation came to the door.

"Sister Liu, Sister Tong, why are you here? Have you eaten yet?" Mother Song couldn't help but shudder when she saw the two of them, and welcomed them in with a smile on her face.

The director can divide it into a two-story building, but the area is not too large, and people walking around can look up and see it from the window.And now that the weather is warm, many people like to set up tables in the yard to eat, and many people must have seen them come to the door.

What good can it do if two comrades from the Women's Federation come to your door with briefcases?
Mother Song gritted her teeth and had to make tea herself to greet them.

"You can just eat, Comrade Yan, you don't have to work too hard," Aunt Liu said with a smile, and sat down on the sofa, took out a pen and notebook, "We're just here to understand the situation."

"You also know that because you recognized Comrade Song Zhenbao, there was a lot of bitter talk in the whole factory, and no one knew what version it was."

"We just want to check with you, write a manuscript, and broadcast it on the radio tomorrow morning, so as to save our factory employees from putting too much energy on it and affecting normal production operations."

With the hat off, even Father Song couldn't sit still, so he stood up and walked over with a smile on his face.

Mother Song sent some young people in the family back to the house to eat with food. After seeing the door closed, she asked, "Sister Liu, Sister Tong, did girl Yun ask you what you said?"

The two comrades from the Women's Federation looked at each other, and Aunt Tong pulled the corners of her lips: "Comrade Yan, although Comrade Xia Zhaoyun is not your own, we haven't started talking yet, and you are giving people the name of being unfilial to report to the adoptive parents." head?"

"No, no," Mother Song quickly waved her hand and said with a smile, "I don't care about her? This child has a stubborn temper, and he likes to keep things in his mind and let people guess. Our family is all straightforward. , how can you guess her little girl's heart?"

"It's my fault too, care is chaos! At that time, my Zhenbao broke her head and was anxious. I thought, no matter who is right or wrong in this matter, Zhenbao's head is covered with blood, and Yunyun must be terrified. Besides, going to the hospital won't take much time." There are many people, I am afraid that this girl Yunyun will think things badly, so I will leave the boss at home with Yunyun."

"How can I imagine that my boss mistakenly thought that Yunyun was pushing the treasure and was eager to protect my sister, so he moved Yunyun's household registration out and changed her name while our lord was away!"

"The child's father was so anxious that he took the book and threw it at him. He still has bruises on his head. After I heard about this, I kept looking for Yunyun everywhere to explain it."

"Listening to this girl's heartless broadcasting and attending concerts, I was relieved, worry, fear, and anxiety flooded into my brain, and her words were neither serious nor serious, and hurt people again..."

People who can often adjust family conflicts in the Women's Federation and stand at the forefront of gossip have first-rate ability to judge whores. How can you not hear that Song's mother has been shirking responsibility and pretending to be generous and virtuous?

By the way, Comrade Xia Zhaoyun was shaped into a little girl who is thoughtful, ungrateful, selfish, perverse and ignorant.

Aunt Tong asked without raising her eyes: "We are here for two purposes. First, to confirm with you how the old injuries on Comrade Xia Zhaoyun's body came from. Second, to sort out your current relationship."

"What, what old wounds?" Song's mother and Song's father looked at each other, and said with a smile: "The child was naughty when he was young, and he bumped into the ground. Who doesn't have any scars on his body?"

"As for the injury on her hand, she also accidentally broke the glass, and she fell to scratch herself..."

"Comrade Song and Comrade Yan, you don't have to hide it anymore." Aunt Liu couldn't see it, she frowned and said, "We mothers don't know what it's like for a child to bump into each other?"

"There is nothing good about Comrade Xia Zhaoyun! You Song family are really cruel, such a beautiful and well-behaved child, how can you do anything? Or, did you already know that she is not your child?"

Father Song couldn't help but say, "This child has been withdrawn since she was a child and has a strong desire to win. It's useless to try to enlighten her. Every time she doesn't go well in the exam, she locks herself up and creates..."

"Enough," Aunt Tong slammed the notebook on the table, "Director Song, you are also a educated person, how can you open your eyes and talk nonsense? There is something wrong with her, and she made such a serious wound on her body?"

"Excuse me, how to explain the wound on the back!"

"You don't admit it, do you want us to take someone to the hospital for an appraisal? The whole factory knows about it?"

Father Song and Mother Song didn't dare to speak at once.

They were annoyed that "Song Ruoyun" had no face and no skin, showing all the injuries on her body.

They have raised her for eighteen years, no credit or hard work?
She turned around and hated them like a white-eyed wolf!
"Okay, there's no need to investigate this matter. You can just sign on this piece of paper. From now on, you will be you. Comrade Xia Zhaoyun is Comrade Xia Zhaoyun. Don't use the grace of nurturing to torment the poor little girl." Tong The aunt patted a piece of paper in front of them, and handed over the pen.

The reason is that the Song family did not fulfill their due parenting responsibilities, and later found their biological daughter. After that, the two families will not move around anymore. No one can go back to the old score, let alone mess up the relationship and harm others. Benefit.

"Song Ruoyun" is a chess piece carefully cultivated by the Song family. They originally wanted her to join the Tong family, and then have a relationship with Director Huo's family.

But after having a biological daughter, this way can be opened up, and "Song Ruoyun" can also bring huge profits to the Song family in other ways.

Beauty tricks have existed since ancient times, and they are very easy to use. As long as they are used well, they can reach the sky in one step!

Letting them give up fattened meat now is the same as cutting them raw.

The Song family couldn't help regretting it. They were more patient and controlled their anger at her back then, so is everything different now?

Seeing their hesitation, Aunt Liu said:
"Originally we didn't want to take care of your family's affairs, but this child Xia Zhaoyun is too sweet."

"She is the sweetheart of Huo Tianhao's little hero. Recently, you have caused a lot of trouble in the factory. If we don't care about it, when the people above ask, do you think it will be good for you?"

"Don't think that you are so smart all day long, and treat others as fools. If you don't see any good, just accept it. If you really make a fuss, something might happen."

Song's mother was taken aback, "Why is the son of the factory manager's family involved?"

"It's not that you beat the mandarin ducks and made an engagement for Comrade Xia Zhaoyun and the Tong family. Huo Xiaoying was disheartened, and something happened not long after to protect the property in the factory."

"Comrade Xia Zhaoyun is going to observe the festival for him now. You didn't see that girl crying into tears. Alas, those of us who have lived half our lives feel so sad when we see it."

"If you have any conscience, you can sign this piece of paper. How she lives in the future has nothing to do with you. Otherwise, your marriage with the Tong family may be difficult..."

Aunt Tong shook her head and sighed.

The two of the Song family were confused, but they also realized that something was wrong, and it was not good for their Song family.

Father Song pondered for a while, picked up a brush and signed, and said: "Although I signed my name, Yunyun is still our Song family. We won't cause her any trouble, but if she encounters difficulties, we Song Home will always be for her..."

"Okay, we will break the relationship after signing the signature. Don't mess with these vain things! It's enough if you don't go to her." Aunt Liu couldn't understand his duplicity. The daughter-in-law also went to the bathhouse, and she could clearly see that there were several cigarette burns on the little girl's buttocks.

People are under a lot of pressure because some people have a tendency to self-harm, but will they calmly think about where the injury is?

I don't know what Director Song thinks about such a place!
After all, Xia Zhaoyun is so pretty...

The Golden Microphone Competition is coming up. Although Xia Zhaoyun has written the manuscript, and she can recite it fluently and emotionally, it still falls short of her requirements.

She borrowed a recorder from He Qingran, and spent money to get two blank tapes, and went to the art troupe's piano room to ponder the soundtrack.

Xia Zhaoyun's time as a ghost was not long but not short. After seeing Xia Huaguo's rapid economic development in the next sixty years, she naturally knew that there would be something to do in terms of sound.

A piece of music that fits the rhythm and mood can make the emotional expression of the voice more intense, and can completely fill in all the flaws and defects in the voice, which is about the same as the effect of a woman's makeup to conceal blemishes.

She re-examined the manuscript several times to determine that there are generally several emotional changes, which are strong and which are weak, the rhythm is fast or slow, the pitch is high and low, and so on.When the rigid requirements were set, she began to fill in the music bit by bit.

The dancer has a natural sensitivity to music. Although she has not studied composition systematically, she can use the most stupid method to try out the feeling little by little.

At this time, the loudspeaker outside the window suddenly rang. After an exciting piece of music, the voice of the announcer came out. It was actually a topic that had been going crazy in the factory in the past two days, divided into clear ones, twos, and threes, and responded accordingly. Made a summary.

First, after investigation and investigation, it was found that Song Zhenbao fell from the second floor because she was not careful, not Xia Zhaoyun. Second, the Song family raised Xia Zhaoyun for eighteen years, but Xia Zhaoyun also used her excellence to give the Song family Face, due to some irreconcilable reasons, the relationship can no longer be continued, and the bridge returns to the bridge; third, Xia Zhaoyun, as the sweetheart of Huo Tianhao's hero, resolutely observes the festival for him, and hopes that everyone will treat others rationally and not listen to one side. Respect for the bereaved of martyrs...

Xia Zhaoyun was a little surprised. Who was this kind enough to solve all her worries?

She thought that she would wait until the rumors she created had fermented for a while, and then wipe out all the troubles brought by the Song family.

Presumably, she owed Huo Tianhao's blessing again.

Xia Zhaoyun pursed her lips tightly, caressing the black and white warm keyboard with her hand, just reading Huo Tianhao's name in her heart, there was a touch of warmth and affection.

If a person really has an afterlife, she will definitely make a straw ring for him!
Perhaps because of this friendship that she unilaterally obtained, Xia Zhaoyun composed the music quite smoothly. After spending a whole day, her hair became frizzy and her head became oily, and finally she got a version she was satisfied with.

She recorded the song twice before returning to the dormitory with her things.

He Qingran ran over at night and told her: "The preliminary round of the Golden Microphone is about to end, and the next round will be the semi-finals and finals. I have to ask for two days off, so tomorrow you can sign up for the competition according to your location."

She recounted some details of the game and contributed another outfit.

Xia Zhaoyun smiled lightly and nodded, responding one by one.

The venue for the Golden Microphone Competition was at the Palace of Culture in the city center, and she took two buses to get there.

She just got out of the car, dragged her bag and took the leaflets and asked all the way. At the door, she ran into a man in a red jersey with a basketball under his arm.

He is tall and burly, and his slightly loose half-sleeved ball uniform undoubtedly reveals the tendon muscles he has exercised all year round. The beautiful and powerful texture of his skin is simply the hormone of walking, which can be seen at a glance.

Xia Zhaoyun cast a glance at the face, lowered her sun hat instantly, and helped the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose that covered most of her face, and walked inside without looking sideways.

The man squinted his head slightly to look at her side face, always feeling very familiar.

He has a good memory, but it is all information and content that is useful to him. For insignificant people and things, especially women, he basically forgets it as soon as he sees it, and he never wastes memory.

"Comrade, where is the basketball court?" He blocked the person with a long leg, and asked casually, playing with the basketball with one hand.

The basketball was extremely docile and obedient, and it kept spinning and jumping at his fingertips. This handsome, unknowing show off made passers-by of the opposite sex unable to move their legs.

Xia Zhaoyun's scalp was a little numb, so she couldn't take off her vest!
She immediately looked at him, covering her mouth that opened in surprise with one hand, and resting on her chest with the other.

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