It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    After listening to Wang Xueshu's question, Jiang Shuangling felt a little speechless. Normal people would not count the number of words in the conversation between two people.

    And the Wang Xueshu in front of her would actually ask such a question. Could it be that they have also counted between the husband and wife?

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    That was boring.

    Of course, it can also be regarded as another kind of husband and wife.

    Seeing that the little Jiang in front of her did not reply, Wang Xueshu thought that she really couldn't open the pot and lift it, and poked in an uncomfortable place, she blamed herself for not being able to speak.

    "Your family's Qi battalion chief talks less, right? In fact, less truth has the advantage of less talk, quiet."

    Jiang Shuangling shook her head, "That's not true?"

    "What?" Wang Xueshu was curious about her reaction at this time. Jiang Shuangling's reaction was different from what she imagined.

    "He told me a lot in one day, more than a thousand words." Jiang Shuangling was a little dumbfounded. Who would have thought that Qi Heng would really remember what she said jokingly. In my heart, I still remembered 999 words with her every day, even when I was drunk.

    According to Jiang Shuangling's initial vision, three or four hundred words a day is enough.

    However, this result is not bad, at least Jiang Shuangling feels very sweet in her heart.

    She doesn't know how long Qi Heng will last like this, a year? two years? three years? …perhaps a lifetime? But who knows the result, life is too long.

    How many years will it take for two people to grow old together?

    Wang Xueshu widened her eyes and blurted out: "A thousand words?? Are you sure??"

    "Every day?"

    Jiang Shuangling nodded, "Sure, it's hard for him to tell me so much."

    Wang Xueshu was speechless, "What are you talking about?"

    If the little Jiang in front of him is telling the truth, then Qi Heng is really a person who can't be seen, the sea can't be measured, he is silent outside, and he can speak in front of his daughter-in-law when he returns home yes...

    "Just some ordinary daily life." It's mainly Qi Heng's debriefing report, and Jiang Shuangling, who is thinking in a wild way, pulls him into nonsense.

    Jiang Shuangling pointed to herself, "The main reason is that I talk a lot, and I always have questions to ask him."

    Wang Xueshu: "...that's good too."

    She thought to herself that these two are also what kind of pot goes with what kind of lid.

    In the past, Wang Xueshu always felt that her family was very talkative, but she couldn't tell exactly how to do it, but the little Jiang in front of her and her husband who talked less could talk about it every day Thousands of words.

    They should say more, right?

    Wang Xueshu plans to go home tomorrow and pay attention to count how many words the head of He said to her.

    The two had lunch at Qi's house, and they didn't have a lunch break. After cleaning up the mess, they went out and took the car to Rongcheng. The two of them leaned on the back of the car and took a nap in the car. At the place, the soldier on duty in front of the car woke them both up.

    "Sleep well in the car, little brother, you are driving very well." Wang Xueshu got out of the car, took out the mirror and looked at her face, and asked Jiang Shuangling to help check her clothes. No folds.

    "No, it's fine, let's get my hair done here." Jiang Shuangling helped Wang Xueshu organize her look.

    She thought that the other party's idol burden also weighed three tons.

    Wang Xueshu also helped her straighten her clothes and hair, and sighed: "No way, I'm old, and I'm among the little girls, so I still have to pay attention to my image."

    The corner of Jiang Shuangling's mouth twitched: "Sister Xueshu, you are not too old, are you?"

    "My heart is getting old, and the new comers are all seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, just like you, she is very smart, everyone is called my sister, I am now a dance teacher, helping newcomers training."

    "We asked you to take the test for our art troupe before. If you pass the test, you must be the best girl in the same group."

    Jiang Shuangling shook her head and continued, "I'm getting old too, so I can't get up."

    Wang Xueshu: "Pfft - I think your character is like a child's. You are not old when your heart is old."

    Jiang Shuangling: "????"

    "I think you can toss."

    Jiang Shuangling: "To each other."

    Wang Xueshu hugged her chest: "I was just habitually polite."

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    I just want to be an elder.

      Plants are planted with flowers and plants, and the loudspeaker clipped on the tree emits a loud broadcast sound.

    "Wang Xueshu, who is this person next to you? A newcomer?"

    A woman with curly hair walked towards Jiang Shuangling and Wang Xueshu. The woman had a pair of phoenix eyes and looked up and down the young girl standing beside Wang Xueshu, her eyes suddenly lit up.

      The eyes are like black gems submerged in the water, making them unforgettable.

    This young and beautiful girl not only has good facial features, but also has a refined temperament.

    Which cadre's family Xu is the child.

    Wang Xueshu waved her hand, "It's not a newcomer, this is my neighbor, and her lover is Qi Heng."

    "Hello comrade."

    Jiang Shuangling smiled and greeted the woman in front of her.

    "Ah? Qi Heng?" Zeng Shuhui was a little dumbfounded. Is it the Qi Heng she knew? Didn't you hear that Qi Ying's family was newly married to a beautiful country girl?

    In her understanding, most of the girls in the countryside are beautiful in facial features and beautiful, and they are petty, but the girl in front of her has a generous temperament, and it does not look like she came from a small family.

    "Yes, Qi Heng, that's the Qi Heng you know." Wang Xueshu smiled and looked at Jiang Shuangling: "Little Jiang, Commander Qi of your family used to be a big celebrity in our art troupe."

      sky."

    "No, we still have something to do."

    "What's the matter? Is it possible that Comrade Jiang will also join our art troupe. I hear this voice is good, and have vocal skills?"

    "Xiao Jiang is good at painting, she is here to help me paint, I want her to help me paint a Western painting of dancing."

    "Che, you are so beautiful, I didn't expect you to have this hand, Xiao Jiang?"

    Jiang Shuangling followed Wang Xueshu to the dance practice room, the other party went to change clothes, and she met Lin Yao.

    Lin Yao is a beautiful girl, slightly shorter than Jiang Shuangling, wearing a light green dress with two braids hanging on her chest. I heard that when someone wanted to see her, she still Startled, "Lin Yao, someone is looking for it, and he came with Teacher Wang."

    "Who? Who is looking for me?" Lin Yao was a little dazed, and the music score in his hand was almost unsteady.

    "I don't know, you just need to meet, Lin Yao, you're not looking very good lately? Did you not rest well?"

      The woman with short hair is not fair to Lin Yao.

     "How rare is such an opportunity, how did it fall on Chen Fangfang?"

    "It's not as good as her singing, so we should choose the best of the best."

    "Huh!? Choose the best among the best? Other songs Yaoyao can't compare to her, but how long have you been practicing this song? Yaoyao's tone is the most suitable, it is reasonable to say that the capital of Nanqiu Province It should be Lin Yao's performance."

    Lin Yao put away the sheet music and said in a low voice: "It's okay, Xiaowan, there is still a chance in the future, this time I will go to Guangxiang."

    "You go to Guangxiang? Why didn't she go to Guangxiang? When people go to the provincial capital, you go to the mountains. This time, it should be your turn, right?"

    "I just can't see it, isn't it you who made the decision at the beginning?"

    "Why did Director Liu suddenly change people? I don't know what's tricky here."

    "Hey, hey, don't talk nonsense."

    Lin Yao frowned slightly, "It's okay, I'm not worried about this, we perform condolences, it's not the same wherever we go."

    The woman named Xiaowan sneered, "It would be great if it were the same, and they wouldn't deliberately take your chance."

    "Does anyone else know what she's thinking?"

    "It doesn't matter to you, she is thinking about climbing high branches, you, you, why are you not motivated at all?"

    "You still think about that company commander Le? He's a promising guy, so he's not afraid of hitting women? If you pretend to be good-natured in front of you now, you won't be sure in the future. The object, let's choose an agency."

    "You should win the opportunity to go to Nanqiu provincial capital this time. I heard that there are many young and single heroes there."

    Lin Yao lowered her head, "Okay, don't talk, I'll go out and see who's looking for me."

    When Lin Yao saw this young and beautiful strange woman in the rehearsal room, she couldn't help but wonder: "This comrade, who are you?"

    "Hello, Comrade Lin Yao, my name is Jiang Shuangling." Jiang Shuangling greeted her simply, and casually said her intentions.

    This era is more reserved, and emotional matters are not easy to talk about on the bright side.

    Lin Yao's face flushed a little, but when she heard the identity of the woman in front of her, she was more shocked than any other emotion, "You are the lover of Commander Qi???"

    Jiang Shuangling: "???"

    Jiang Shuangling didn't quite understand, why everyone's jaw dropped in shock when they heard that her husband was Qi Heng.

    Are you surprised?

    "Yes, my husband is Qi Heng."

    Qi Heng is really a big celebrity, but yes, his appearance and figure are so striking, no matter where he appears, he is the object of everyone's attention.

    "Are you surprised?"

    Lin Yao was stunned for a moment, "Yes, yes."

    Because I heard some rumors before, at first it was said that the young and handsome officer Qi married an ordinary rural girl, many people regretted it, and later some said that Qi was a man Cold words are not considerate, marrying him is living a sin.

    "Do you think I don't match Qi Heng?"

    "No." Lin Yao really felt: "It's very suitable for you to stand together."

    She had met the young and handsome officer, and even knew that many girls in the art troupe had fallen in love with him in the past. He was a rare and beautiful man, and it could be said that Lin Yao was the best looking man he had ever seen. .

    The woman in front of him was standing beside Commander Qi. She was a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

    "Thank you." Jiang Shuangling smiled, she also felt that she was quite suitable for that dog man.

    Lin Yao also heard about Qi Heng's "fierce name" from Chen Fangfang, and she couldn't help but wonder, "Is Qi's battalion fierce?"

    Lin Yao once heard Le Qin mention it, and his superior said that he was the one who was most afraid of in his life, and he had to be his leader.

    This is a man who even Leqin is frightened.

    No matter how beautiful she is, she is a thorn in steel, and the woman in front of her looks soft and soft, will she be often bullied at home?

    "Ferocious." Jiang Shuangling said casually: "But I'm more fierce than him."

    Lin Yao: "?"

    "When you get along with Le Qin, are you afraid of him?"

    Lin Yao shook her head.

    "When I first met Le Qin, I thought he was a simple and honest boy."

    Lin Yao: “…”

    The eyes of the sister-in-law in front of her seem to be different from ordinary people.

      "

    Jiang Shuangling also saw countless couples in the school, the situation of each couple is different, and the way of getting along is also different. Arsenic-shuang, when it comes to talking about objects, it is still up to one's own opinion.

    Lin Yao nodded, "I've thought about it before."

    Jiang Shuangling was curious: "Can I know the result?"

    Lin Yao blushed and nodded, in fact, Jiang Shuangling didn't come to ask her this time, she would write a reply to that person.

    No matter what the people next to her say, she doesn't want to miss this person, she trusts her eyes more.

    "That's it... Then am I a little redundant this time? It seems that some people are too impatient." After realizing that she was just an irrelevant tool to join in the fun, Jiang Shuangling relaxed down.

    Lin Yao's face flushed red, and she covered her face in embarrassment and didn't know what to say.

    Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Jiang Shuangling stopped teasing her, and changed the subject: "I'm going to paint a picture for Sister Xueshu, do you want to come and have a look, by the way? chat?"

    Lin Yao nodded happily, "Okay."

    "Chen Fangfang, our art troupe has a special guest today, are you going to join in the fun?"

    Chen Fangfang hadn't answered yet, but the woman next to her hurriedly replied, "What guest? We Fangfang are busy practicing songs. Where's the extra time? Only distinguished guests can meet."

    "What level do you need to be called a distinguished guest? The surname is Zhang? The surname is Zhuo? The surname is Liu?…"

    The examples given by this person are all men who are pursuing Chen Fangfang.

    "None of these Fangfangs look down on them."

    The only thing I saw before…

     A woman in red next to her laughed and said, "People look down on her, they are already married."

    "It's that person who has no vision."

    "Let's see if you have any insight. I just said that the guest is the wife of Battalion Commander Qi."

    After she finished speaking, several people in the room glared over.

    "Who?"

    "Who are you talking about?"

    "In our art troupe, there are still a few Qi Battalion Commanders, Qi Heng."

    A beautiful man like Qi Heng is indeed a famous person in their art troupe, and many people are curious about what kind of woman he married in the end.

    Chen Fangfang saw them squeezed out, and the expression on her face was a little subtle, Qi Heng's wife?

    She's going to see.

    Chen Fangfang thinks she is beautiful and has a good voice, and she wants to marry a young, handsome and promising man. She fell in love with Qi Heng at first sight and stalked him for a while, But they didn't put a name in front of this person.

    She was originally annoyed, and she was holding her breath to find a better man than Qi Heng, but if this man was the standard, she could not find a better man than him.

    I saw someone like Qi Heng, and then I went to see other men, but Chen Fangfang didn't like any of them.

    She was jealous of the country woman who married Qi Heng.

    "Fangfang, let's go and have a look, that woman is definitely not as good-looking as you."

    Chen Fangfang agrees secretly in her heart, she doesn't think the woman Qi Heng married can compare to her, isn't she a country girl from the countryside, can she compare to herself who can sing beautifully?

     Qi Heng married this woman? Will he regret it?

    If…

    "Wait, you guys go out first, I'll change."

    Chen Fangfang found the most beautiful dress and put it on, combed her hair again, and drew her eyebrows carefully.

    "Fangfang, hurry up, how long will it take?"

    Four or five women were waiting for her at the door. These people looked at each other, laughing and laughing at Chen Fangfang, who was getting more and more beautiful. They all understood her thoughts.

    "Fangfang, don't go too far, I know you look good."

    "You're beautiful even if you don't dress up."

    "Are you trying to compare people? Let her feel ashamed when she sees you?"

    "Don't talk nonsense, okay? I heard that the battalion commander Ren Qi also married a beautiful country girl, maybe more beautiful than Fangfang, or can the battalion commander Ren Qi marry her?"

    Chen Fangfang put down the comb, hummed, and said to herself, "I'm much prettier than that kind of village girl."

    "Yes, I just want to make her feel ashamed."

    A group of five or six went to the rehearsal room together. There was a circle in the center. Jiang Shuangling was painting an oil painting of Wang Xueshu when she was dancing.

      In my mind, I deliberately painted Wang Xueshu more beautifully in light and shadow, and the color tone was more in line with the public's aesthetics.

    "It's so beautiful!

    "It's so beautiful

    …

    They don't have any level of art appreciation, but they all know that the painting in front of them is very beautiful!

    It's not that the paintings are beautiful, but the characters in the paintings are exceptionally beautiful.

    How can a woman not like this kind of beauty.

    "Can you draw one for me too?"

    "I want to draw one too?"

    …

    When Chen Fangfang, Zhao Xiaowan and his party came in, what they saw was such a noisy and lively scene.

    "What's wrong?"

    "Who is Commander Qi's wife? Why are you painting here? Is there a painter here?"

    "Over there, right there, the one who is painting is the one who is painting. Commander Qi's wife is so beautiful, and painting is also beautiful."

    "What?" Chen Fangfang was stunned, she couldn't help but turn her gaze to the woman in front of the easel, she could only see the other's back here, but the woman's back could be seen just from the back The temperament is extraordinary, and the figure is graceful.

    She...is Qi Heng's wife?

    Chen Fangfang was shocked, she couldn't help but took a few steps forward to look at the front of the woman.

    "That's why Qi battalion commander got a wife? She's so beautiful. It's rare in our art troupe to be so beautiful. It's just that Sister Wang can compare with her when she's young."

    "No wonder a handsome man like Qi Heng would choose her, and I would also choose such a beautiful and bright beauty."

    …

    Jiang Shuangling helped Wang Xueshu paint a semi-finished product on the spot, and it will take another two days to revise it.

    Seeing Jiang Shuangling's painting, Wang Xueshu was overjoyed, "No need to change it, I am satisfied with this painting."

    She is going to take it back to show her.

    Jiang Shuangling finished drawing for Wang Xueshu, and she also met the requirements of others, and drew a few sketches by the way. Her character sketches were very fast, and several girls asked her to help draw a picture.

    "Chen Fangfang, shall we invite her to paint a picture?"

    Because of the herd effect, a group of girls who just wanted to join in the fun and see what Battalion Commander Qi's wife looks like were all attracted by the portrait. They don't care about anything else at the moment, nor do they care The identity of this person only wants a beautiful portrait of himself.

    Your portrait is more important!

    "I don't think the painting is very good, so I don't want it." After saying this, Chen Fangfang turned around and left.

    "Come on, let's go there and wait, I want her to draw a picture for me, she is so beautiful!

    Jiang Shuangling's portrait has been sought after by a group of beautiful girls in the art troupe. They just join in the fun and hope that she can paint herself more beautifully. For these, Jiang Shuangling is very experienced.

    When she was a student, she also followed her brothers and sisters to sell portraits on the street. Not to mention, Jiang Shuangling is very good at meeting customer needs. When she was selling paintings, she liked to wait in line. She will paint.

    When it got dark, Jiang Shuangling was still painting for people. Although she was painting fast enough, there were many girls here.

    Received her portrait, these girls were embarrassed, and finally gave her a lot of food stamps and meat stamps.

    "Sister Shuangling, just stay tonight."

    "Yeah yeah, stay!"

    "It's so late, don't rush to leave, we have a spare bed over there."

    Jiang Shuangling hesitated for a while, looked at the sky, and found that it was inappropriate to rush back now, "Okay, I'll stay for one night."

    She said sorry to the men and the children in her heart.

    It's not that she doesn't go back, it's really too much.

    Go back tomorrow for a meal for the kids.