It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    Jiang Shuangling and Wang Xueshu together asked someone to make a call to the family home and told Qi Heng and Head He that they would stay in the art troupe compound at night and not go back.

    Wang Xueshu smiled: "I originally planned to teach him cooking at night, but I didn't expect to delay it until now, just wait until I go back tomorrow."

    "Come and try it in the cafeteria of our art troupe, it tastes good too."

    Jiang Shuangling had dinner with Wang Xueshu and other girls from the art troupe. She helped them draw two more paintings. What a cute ship in Zheao, come and come, come here for tea and rest. "

    "Yes, yes, sister Shuangling is tired too."

     "Bring out your stash, sisters."

    "Sister Zeng made tea, peanuts, melon seeds and everything."

    …

    Jiang Shuangling rubbed her wrists and was pulled to rest. By the way, she participated in the night tea party of the art troupe.

    Girls no matter what age they like to collect small snacks, peanuts, melon seeds, sweet potatoes, dried raisins, dried persimmons, dried persimmons, and dried persimmons are placed on a table. Interesting stories during daily training, perhaps talking about the portraits I saw before, lively and full of youthful and lively atmosphere.

    Those who can be admitted to the art troupe are all talented, chatting and chatting, and some sing songs or dance, arousing bursts of applause.

    "Su Xin come to dance, let's see how you practiced before."

    "Lin Yao, let's sing a song, don't you want to go to the provincial capital to perform in a few days? Just sing the song that was performed, it sounds good."

    Someone next to him pushed the person who was speaking and whispered: "It's changed, the song is replaced by Chen Fangfang."

    The previous man was silent.

    Lin Yao stood up, "I'll sing another song for everyone."

    She sang a cappella song, and the two girls next to her danced for her. Her voice condition was excellent, and her gentle singing spread through the crowd.

    "Lin Yao, you have made great progress."

    "A little more stability in the treble part."

     "Isn't the song that was performed the most suitable for Lin Yao to sing?"

    …

    "For the next show, Xue Yan, come and play the flute."

    Jiang Shuangling took a sip of tea, the applause from her subordinates continued, and looking at the smiling faces of the girls in front of her, she felt like she had returned to the class meeting in the college days.

    "Little Jiang, do you want to sing a song too, listening to your voice condition is very good, open your voice so that our sisters can listen?"

    Jiang Shuangling smiled and shook her head, "I'm not very good at singing."

    Singing in front of this group of girls who are engaged in literature and art is not playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

    "It's okay, let's sing." Wang Xueshu pushed her hand, "I've long wanted to hear your voice sing."

    "Yeah yeah, here's a song."

    "Everyone who sits here has to perform a segment."

    "Sing!"

    No way, I ate other people's raisins and melon seeds, the kindness was hard to resist, Jiang Shuangling sang a popular ballad.

    Zeng Shuhui, who was sitting near her, had glowing eyes, "Little Jiang, you can sing very well. With your voice, do you want to learn vocal music with me."

    Zeng Shuhui happens to be the teacher in charge of teaching vocal music in the art troupe.

    "No, no, thank you sister Zeng for your kindness." Jiang Shuangling refused again and again.

    Wang Xueshu spit out the skin of the melon seeds cleanly, "I asked her to take the exam for our art troupe, but she didn't agree, saying she wanted to learn painting."

    She took a sip of tea. She ate too many melon seeds today, and she would get angry if she ate it again.

    "It's a pity, but Comrade Jiang's painting talent is also very good."

    Jiang Shuangling stopped eating after eating some peanuts and raisins. "I'm going to rest now. I'll draw two more while I have some time."

    "Can you draw at night?"

    Jiang Shuangling smiled, "Of course I can."

      God, I was suddenly startled to realize that the lights of the thousands of houses beside me had a different taste.

    Some girls feel that the light at night is not very good, and want to let Jiang Shuangling paint a portrait for themselves tomorrow, so they are a little hesitant.

    "Help me draw." A woman with dark skin stood up.

    "Come here, what are you going to pose? ... Can you put the lights at this height?"

    Under the yellow night light, Jiang Shuangling painted a portrait of a tall woman, Ge Ying, Ge Ying's figure is taller than 1.75 meters. She is much stronger than ordinary girls, her eye sockets are very deep, the bridge of her nose is high, and her facial features have a strong exotic style. She is a girl from Lansang Prefecture.

    Ge Ying's heart is very nervous, she is afraid that Jiang Shuangling's painting will not look good, because she is not the same as other girls in the art troupe, she is also beautiful, but her beauty is a little rough And wild beauty, completely different from the delicate little girls next to her.

    Jiang Shuangling painted these little girls like a delicate flower. It looks good, but this style is not suitable for her.

    "The painting is ready, let's take a look." Jiang Shuangling can control many different styles, and through the previous paintings, she has almost been able to find out the preferences of these girls.

      The more beautiful you are, the better.

    Jiang Shuangling has a high level of aesthetics. She draws the most beautiful appearances of these girls according to their facial features and temperament.

    To put it another way, she also added some filters to suit their style.

    Ge Ying came over and took a look at the painting, and was immediately amazed by the painting herself, and the girls next to them saw it and sighed: "The painting is so beautiful, Geying, you are so beautiful."

    "Draw me next!"

    "Draw me first, wait for tomorrow!"

    …

    Ge Ying held her own portrait and was reluctant to fold it. She was very happy, "Comrade Jiang, thank you so much, your painting is so beautiful!"

    "As long as you like it." Jiang Shuangling likes the paintings that others are satisfied with the most. In her opinion, the group of young art troupe girls in front of her are much easier to deal with than the party A she met before crossing. .

    She is also very happy to draw, and there is no pressure.

    Although there is a shortage of supplies in this era, food and clothing are worrying, but unexpectedly, life is very easy, everyone's spirit is positive, and few people in the society create sales anxiety, there is no one An invisible mountain was pressing on his shoulders, breathless.

     Just bury yourself in your little life.

    Ge Ying is very precious for this painting. She is so grateful to Jiang Shuangling, she ran back to the dormitory and brought a large bag of things to her. Jiang Shuangling took the bag and found that it was very heavy. Dried yak.

    "So much? How is this good..."

    "Take it, I've been tired of eating this stuff since I was a child. I went home to visit relatives some time ago, and I brought a full sack."

    Geng Ying gave her a gesture of the weight, saying that she is not lacking, these things are not worth anything to her.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    The other party's temper was very stubborn, and she insisted that Jiang Shuangling accept it, Jiang Shuangling had to accept Geying's dried yak, "I'll paint it for you tomorrow."

    Jiang Shuangling sighed in her heart that her visit was really fruitful.

    Drawing two more, the lights were about to go out and rest, she followed into a female soldier's dormitory with an empty bed on the upper bunk.

    "You sleep on this bed first, and I'll move the bedding in the duty room."

    The bed was quickly made, it was the top bunk, Jiang Shuangling washed briefly, and then lay down on the bed with the girls.

    The bed was trembling. When Jiang Shuangling climbed up, she only felt that she was crumbling.

    Very fresh.

    Jiang Shuangling was unwilling to move when she lay on the bed.

    There were seven other girls in the dormitory, probably because there was an extra stranger, everyone was in a high mood at night, the girls formed a bunch, lay in bed and chatted at night.

    Jiang Shuangling listened to a lot of gossip in the art troupe, and occasionally said a word.

    In this era, people still go to bed early. After chatting for a while, the girls on the bed all fell asleep quietly.

    Jiang Shuangling painted a lot today. She was actually very tired. She thought she could easily fall asleep with her eyes closed, but she didn't expect to lie on this strange bed, feeling empty inside. What are you thinking about.

    She misses Qi Heng and her two children.

    Touched her right hand to the side and felt empty. Usually when she fell asleep, she was in her warm embrace. At this time, she was not by her side, only when she closed her eyes, Qi Heng's handsome picture His face jumped into her eyes.

    She didn't go away all day and night, so Qi Heng and the child should... alright?

    They called early, and Qi Heng received the news that she was not going home. She should be able to go home after a meal in the cafeteria like Colonel He usually does, with two obedient children. When it comes to eating, the food in the cafeteria cannot be said to be delicious, but it is not unpalatable.

    The children should be able to go to school on their own the next day. She asked Niu Jiadong's mother to help her pay attention to the two children.

    Nothing can go wrong?

    Jiang Shuangling kept thinking about Qi Heng and her two children in her heart, and she didn't know how long it took before she fell asleep.

    Family House, Qi Family.

    Qi Heng, Qi Yue, Jiang Che sat at a familiar dining table. On the table was a bowl of steamed buns piled up in the shape of a hill. Next to them were three small plates of pickles. A glass of warm water.

    The man at the dinner table sat upright, picked up a steamed bun, tore off a corner and fed it into his mouth.

    His eyes drooped, the arc of chewing was much more exaggerated than usual, and there was a circle of low air pressure around him.

    Qi Yue and Jiang Che, these two little guys hugging the white buns, their eyes are about to turn red.

    Yesterday was a big meal, but tonight it has become a hard steamed bun. Compared with the two sides, heaven falls into hell.

    "Dad, when will mom be back?"

    "Brother-in-law, when will my sister be back?"

    The movement of the man's mouth stopped, and he swallowed the steamed bun, faintly regretting!

    Qi Yue was more worried, he was afraid that Jiang Shuangling, like Qi Heng's business trip last time, would not come back for more than half a month, "Dad, what are you talking about? Mommy will come back tomorrow? Will she not come back? Will you be back in ten days?"

    Hearing what he said, Jiang Che also felt sad, "Wow, I want sister..."

    "If she doesn't come back tomorrow, I'll take you to find her."

    The two little guys felt a little more at ease.

    The familiar hardness is familiar and unpalatable.

    He returned home and sighed.

    He went to the chef again and begged to teach him the secrets, and even borrowed a spatula to come back to show his shame, but he didn't expect his daughter-in-law to go home tonight?

    Why don't you go home?

    He was depressed and made a pot of dishes in the kitchen, but was disappointed to find that even if he changed a new spatula, the fried dishes still tasted as "old".

    He: "…"

    I don't know if I should be glad that my daughter-in-law didn't come back.

    He took the food to the dining table and sat down with the mentality of not wasting. Because of the delay, the night outside was already very dark, and I don't know what happened tonight. There was a gust of wind blowing outside, and listening to the sound of the wind made people feel hairy in their hearts.

      , only to eat these stomach-burning guys.

    After eating, he was about to rest when he heard a knock on the door amid the faint sound of the wind blowing.

    He quickly packed his clothes and trotted to open the door.

    Just as the door of the house opened, a cold wind blew against him and made him shiver, and a huge shadow suddenly enveloped him. He took a step back and found that the person standing outside the door was not the daughter-in-law he was thinking of. Son, but: Qi Heng with a face like the bottom of a pot.

    The other party stood there like a door god, and there was a chilling shadow around him, as if he had melted into the dark night.

    "Qi Heng, why are you knocking on our house at night?"

    Qi Heng glanced at him, "Looking for you."

    The two men entered the room and sat down together at the square table that had not been cleaned up, "Your little Jiang went to the art troupe with my daughter-in-law? If you don't come back overnight, don't worry, nothing will happen. thing."

    "I hope there is no next time."

    "Look at what you said..." Head He felt even more aggrieved, "My daughter-in-law is busy for ten days and a half months, and your little Jiang is at home every day on weekdays. You can see me at home, and just leave for one night, do you feel uncomfortable?"

      There was such a possibility, and the head of He was very happy, and there was a man who was suffering from the same disease as him soon.

    He raised his hand and tried to pat Qi Heng's shoulder, "This is a great thing, old Qi, women should also have their own careers, come, come and learn to cook together, if not, I'll teach you."

    Qi Heng grabbed his wrist with a cold face.

    "It hurts, let go." Head He didn't expect this kid to be so wild.

    Qi Heng released his left hand.

    He's wrist regained his freedom, he squinted and glanced at Qi Heng beside him, and wanted to teach him a lesson, teach this kid how to be a man, he stabilized The center of gravity of the body quickly attacked the opponent.

    I didn't expect that the other party grabbed his right hand with lightning speed, and only heard a few consecutive "clicks" before being subdued by the person in front of him with one hand. In the left hand, Head He scolded a mother in his heart, and said, "Qi Heng, you—I tell you, I am old. If I were five or six years younger, it would be no problem to subdue you."

    Qi Heng pushed him away.

    He rubbed his arm, if the other party used a little more force, he would be able to unload his arm.

    —This man's wife is not at home, and he is about to become a grudge.

    It is better to be less provocative.

    "Forget it, you're here to tell me this? Just leave, I don't have a wife to pay you, eh?! Jiang went to sleep in the art troupe, if you feel uncomfortable, there is still a bed in my house, how can I sleep with you tonight?"

    Qi Heng was not interested in answering his words, "I'm leaving."

    He rubbed his arm, made a stinky face, and lengthened his tone: "Not far."

    Qi Heng threw the ball of things in his right hand to Head He, Head He subconsciously took the oiled paper wrap in his hand, "What is this?"

    "For you."

     Putting those words down, Qi Heng turned around and strode away.

    In just a few seconds, the person disappeared. When I left, I remembered to help close the door.

    He looked at the thing in his hand and gave it to him?

    "So this guy is here to deliver something? I thought he was here to speak harshly?! This man is also awkward." Head He stared at the oil paper bag, feeling extremely flattered , what can Qi Heng give him?

    He opened the oil paper package and found that there were actually two white steamed buns inside.

    He: "???!

    Steamed bread? !

    Could it be that Qi Heng cares about him? Are you still thinking of giving him buns? ?

    "Hi...his..." Head He took several breaths of unbelievable air, his eyes were very excited: "Good neighbor! I have met a good neighbor.

     "He gave me steamed buns, didn't he want my daughter-in-law to take care of Xiao Jiang?"

    "This man...what is 'I hope there is no next time', duplicity, tsk tsk."

    "A man's heart is also a needle in the sea."

    "Good guy, wouldn't he think that my daughter-in-law is not here and I don't have food? He even thought of giving me two steamed buns to eat." Head He put his hands on his hips, and the feeling in his heart was called One is indescribable, three points excited, seven points dark.

    "It seems that we can still form a mutual aid alliance, and next time we will give him the food we made."

     "Tomorrow I have to go to someone and tell me that it is a rare thing in the world, and Qi Heng will actually give me steamed buns."

    The next second, an exclamation burst out from the room: "Ouch my teeth!"

    The day after the troupe woke up, Jiang Shuangling painted the girls of the troupe until the afternoon. In addition to personal portraits, she also drew two posters, and waited until Wang Xueshu's affairs were done Now, the two of them left together, ready to go home to the court.

    "Goodbye Sister Shuangling!"

    "I will treasure this portrait."

     "Next time you come over and sleep with us!"

    …

    When Jiang Shuangling left, she came home with a big bag and a small bag.

    She has painted portraits for many people, and they are very satisfied with her portraits, so they have received various small gifts one after another, including melon seeds and peanuts, tea, raisins, prunes, and yak that I ate yesterday. Dry... In addition to the food, there are also the small bags made by the girls and the oil tickets and meat tickets that they have saved. They don't give much of these tickets individually, but together they are more.

    These cloth tickets can make two clothes for people.

    "I'll help you get some." Wang Xueshu looked at Jiang Shuangling and felt amused, "I want you to walk into our art troupe empty-handed, but now you're not leaving empty-handed."

    "When I brought you here yesterday, I didn't expect to encounter such a situation."

    Jiang Shuangling: "Everyone is too enthusiastic."

    "Next time I have time to come and play."

    "Let's go out and go back directly?" The two walked out of the courtyard of the art troupe and stood on the street of Rongcheng. At this time, there were only a few scattered people on the street. .

    Wang Xueshu yawned and just wanted to catch up on sleep in the car.

    "Sister Xueshu, I also want to buy some meat and vegetables." Jiang Shuangling planned to go back and cook a delicious meal for Qi Heng and the two children.

    Hearing what she said, Wang Xueshu immediately woke up a lot, and she didn't know what to think, so she immediately responded. I will go with you. "

    They temporarily asked a soldier on duty to take care of these things, and the two went to the non-staple food together.

    Jiang Shuangling bought two catties of pork and one catty of pork ribs, Wang Xueshu also bought one catty of pork, and she also bought five catties of carrots.

    Jiang Shuangling wondered: "You buy so many radishes?"

    "Carrots are good, they are useful!" Wang Xueshu was very satisfied with a large bag of carrots.

    She wants to buy radishes to cook at home.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Just a little too much.

    "I plan to grow radishes in the yard!"

    Jiang Shuangling: "Sister Xueshu, I support you, and you can order a variety of other dishes."

    The two got on the hitchhiker and returned to the family home with their belongings.

    Zeng Shuhui picked up the two posters drawn by Jiang Shuangling and looked at them. She liked them very much. This little Jiang is really good at drawing. In addition to the posters, she also drew a few pictures of the tea party last night. Although the lines are simple, it is very beautiful, and it brings everyone to life.

     Secretary Qian suddenly walked into the office and saw the painting on her desk, "What are you looking at?"

    "Oh, it's just some paintings, Qi Heng's former lover, Xiao Jiang, she came to help Wang Xueshu paint an oil painting when she was dancing. I didn't expect this Xiao Jiang's painting to be very beautiful. I drew some posters."

    "Really?" Secretary Qian came over, glanced at the paintings, and nodded, "The paintings are really good."

    "This painting is of Lin Yao?" Secretary Qian pointed to a painting, Jiang Shuangling's painting was very distinctive, Secretary Qian recognized the character in the painting, and she suddenly thought of something , turn to mention ィ Li Ao Cup and wait for a few days to go to Nanqiu. Is she ready? How is your song practice now? "

    When Zeng Shuhui heard what she said, she was stunned, "Didn't you say it was changed to Chen Fangfang?"

    Secretary Qian frowned, and immediately patted the table, "It was Lin Yao who ordered it from the beginning, and it was Lin Yao who reported it. Who said it was time to change Chen Fangfang? Guangxiang? Isn't this nonsense?"

    "Secretary Qian, you're right, I'll call someone down to inform you later."

    "What? Lin Yao is the candidate to go to Nanqiu again? Isn't that Chen Fangfang?"

    "The notice that just arrived is Lin Yao."

    "It wasn't Lin Yao..."

    …

    "It's me again??" Lin Yao was shocked.

    "Very good Yaoyao, you have practiced for so long, it should be you!

    "But I just gave..."

    She just wrote a letter to Le Qin, saying that she would like to meet, and now she is going to Nanqiu again.

    "I should have told Sister Shuangling-"

    As soon as Chen Fangfang heard that the candidates had changed, her face suddenly became ugly, "I'm going to find the director."

    "It's useless if you search. The candidate has already been decided. Secretary Qian said it himself."

    Jiang Shuangling and Wang Xueshu returned to the family home. It was still early and the sun had not yet set. Jiang Shuangling could not help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

    Please call her a time management guru.

    She pinched a little bit and followed Wang Xueshu back at this time. According to the usual time, the two children did not come back, and Qi Heng would not be at home.

    "Prepare the dinner first."

    Jiang Shuangling pushed open the door with a large bag and a small bag. Before she could see the whole picture of the house, the cold hairs on her whole body were warned in advance, and she stood up tremblingly.

    An irresistible gaze fell on her.