On August 15, the sky was fine.

Today is the day to go to the factory below to give a condolence performance.

Early in the morning, after the art troupe was ready, under the leadership of the leader, everyone got on several buses in turn, drove out of the guard room at the gate, and went straight to the second woolen mill under the city.

A group of people in the car chattered and chatted about the performance later.

Chen Yan chatted with the person in front of her for a few words, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Cheng Shaojun beside her, seeing that although her face was much better, her eyebrows were still full of tiredness, and she couldn't help but care: "Shaojun, are you okay?" ”

"Huh? What's wrong? Cheng Shaojun looked at her confusedly.

"I ask you how you're doing, or are you still unwell?"

"I didn't think about anything, I took cold medicine yesterday, and I'm much better today." Cheng Shaojun shook his head.

Chen Yan thought for a while and said, "Do you want to wait for me to tell the captain that you won't play today?" ”

"Well, it's all rehearsed."

"It's okay, it's all a group dance anyway, and it won't affect you less."

"Thank you Xiaoyan, but forget it."

Seeing that Cheng Shaojun insisted, Chen Yan didn't say much, but reminded her again and again that if she was really unwell, she had to say it.

Seeing that Chen Yan was anxious about herself, Cheng Shaojun's heart warmed and said, "I know, if I am really unwell, I will definitely say it." ”

"It's better to be like this, but not to hold it up."

Chen Yan knew what kind of character Cheng Shaojun was, and when she saw that she said so, she also knew that it was useless to persuade her. I want to tell Captain Zhuang in private without waiting for a while, I only had a fever yesterday, and even if I recover well today, it is inevitable that something will go wrong in the next dance.

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A little more than an hour later, the second woolen mill.

Three buses arrived at the factory, and under the guidance of several directors and leaders of the woolen mill, a group of people got off the bus and followed them to a big stage temporarily built in the middle of the factory.

Director Tian, who was responsible for bringing people to the performance, chatted with Director Hu of the woolen mill about the upcoming performance.

Others, led by another woolen mill employee, went to a three-story office building, ready to put on makeup and change clothes in preparation for the upcoming performance.

Inside a makeshift powder room.

"Captain Zhuang!"

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan?" Zhuang Jing looked back at the visitor.

"I was on the bus just now, and I saw that Shaojun's face was not very good, maybe she had a fever yesterday and is not well now, or she won't be allowed to go on the next performance, right?!"

"Not already?"

Zhuang Jing frowned, and turned her head to look at Cheng Shaojun, who was sitting on the stool and drawing her eyebrows.

I saw that her face was bloodless, pale and pale, like white paper.

Zhuang Jing walked over and said, "Shaojun, are you okay?" ”

"Huh?"

Cheng Shaojun saw Chen Yan who came with her, and knew that she was telling Zhuang Jing about herself, so she shook her head and said, "I'm okay captain, the next performance is fine." ”

"If you're really uncomfortable, don't force it, we're dancing a group dance today, and it's nothing less of you."

"I know the captain, don't worry, I'm fine."

"Okay, our show is in the third, if you can't hold on to it later, tell me."

"I know Captain."

"Well, you rest first."

After Zhuang Jing left, Chen Yan frowned and said, "Shaojun, don't be reckless, just rest if you are not feeling well, who hasn't been sick yet." ”

"That's right, Shaojun, if you don't have a fever yet, don't go on stage today."

A few colleagues who heard the conversation next to him also came over.

Cheng Shaojun knew that everyone was concerned about him, and he did not refuse everyone's kindness, and repeatedly said that he would definitely say it if he didn't do it.

Chen Yan saw that everyone was coming around, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, everyone disperse, let's put on makeup first, our show will be ranked third, and it will be our turn soon." ”

At the end, when the others dispersed, Chen Yan said to Cheng Shaojun again: "Shaojun, if you are really uncomfortable, you must not hold on." ”

"Knowing Xiaoyan, I'm just a little bit motion sick."

Cheng Shaojun squeezed out a smile, she was a little dizzy after a bumpy ride in the car just now, and it should be fine to rest for a while.

Seeing this, Chen Yan said a few more words, and then walked to the table next to her and started to put on makeup.

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Today is the art troupe to condolence performance, the second woolen mill is also very humane to the workers to take a half-day morning holiday, except for a few to take care of the factory machinery, most of the people are holding benches and chairs to the front of the stage outside to wait.

After a while, as the leaders of the woolen mill took the stage to give a speech and said a bunch of nonsense, the first performance program began, which was the Sichuan Opera performance of the Sichuan Opera Team.

The performance was wonderful, and the applause was thunderous, applauding again and again, even if there was a workshop supervisor who asked everyone to be quiet, but they still couldn't stand the excitement of the big guys.

The audience was enthusiastic, and the actors on stage were also working harder.

Ten minutes later, the first program ended, the second was a singing program, a group of people from the musical instrument team came to the stage, and after placing their respective instruments, a middle-aged man in his forties with a big back and a Mao suit walked onto the stage with a microphone.

"Hello everyone, I am Chen Aiguo from the Art Troupe, and today I am performing "We Workers Have Power" for everyone!"

"Bang Bang!"

This song is very classic, but almost everyone in the working class has heard it, and when they saw that they were going to sing this song on stage, they immediately applauded.

Chen Aiguo took a deep breath, turned around and nodded to the people of the musical instrument team, and as the prelude sounded, he raised the microphone and said, "We workers have the strength!" Busy every day! High-rise buildings were built, railways and coal mines were built......"

Outside the audience, Li Yange pushed the bicycle and glanced over there, there were hundreds of people, looked left and right, and didn't find where the people from the art troupe were, so he stopped a young worker who hurriedly came to see the performance and said: "Comrade, do you know where the backstage of the art troupe's performance is?" ”

"Backstage? What are you doing backstage? The man took a look at Li Yange, saw that he was not wearing the factory uniform, inquired about the backstage, and said smartly: "Are you from the art troupe?" ”

Li Yange nodded, "Yes, I didn't catch the car, so I didn't ride over in a hurry." ”

"It should be in the office building!" The man pointed to a three-story corridor to the right of the stage.

"Thank you."

Li Yange thanked him and pushed his bicycle to the office building.

After a while, when I arrived downstairs, there were many people standing at the door, looking at the costumes, who should be the performers of the art troupe waiting to come on stage. Li Yange parked the car and slipped in quickly while everyone was watching the stage.

……

Xiao Yan looked at Cheng Shaojun, whose face was pale, and frowned and said, "Shaojun, you better not go on stage." ”

"I just have a little bit of a stomachache, and I'll be fine in a while." Cheng Shaojun gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his stomach.

"Don't be reckless, sit down and rest, I'll go talk to Captain Zhuang."

With that, Chen Yan went out to talk to Captain Zhuang about it.

"Little Swallow, Little Swallow ......"

Cheng Shaojun just wanted to get up to stop it, but her stomach became more and more painful, as if someone was stirring her stomach with a stick, her forehead was sweating, small beads of sweat slipped down her sideburns, and the makeup she had originally painted was also pasty.

After a while, Zhuang Jing ran over to take a look, startled, Cheng Shaojun's face was pale, and it was not a normal face at first glance, and he hurriedly said, "It's okay, Shaojun?" Do you want me to have someone take you to the hospital? ”

Cheng Shaojun was speechless in pain, and after a while, he squeezed out two sentences, "No... No need for the captain, everyone has to perform later, I'll just sit and rest for a while. ”

"This ......" Looking at Cheng Shaojun, who was obviously not lightly ill, Zhuang Jing didn't know what to do for a while, and it was their turn to perform in the dance team immediately, and there was no one to take her to the hospital at this time.

At this moment, in the aisle outside the house, everyone in the dance team was sorting out their hair and clothes, and someone had just come to inform them that it would be the dance team's turn to perform.

"Sister Xiaoyan!"

Hearing someone shouting about herself, Chen Yan, who was cleaning up the corner of her clothes, looked up and saw that it was Li Yange, and immediately said in surprise: "Li Yange!" What are you doing here? ”

What am I here for? I'm here to stop the tragedy!

Of course, Li Yange couldn't say this, her mind turned, and she quickly made up a reason, "Yesterday, I saw that Sister Shaojun had a terrible fever, and I thought that I would come over today to see if she was better." ”

As soon as Chen Yan was about to reply, he heard the door being pushed open, and Zhuang Jing ran out with a bad face and said, "Xiaoyan, go to the front and call someone!" ”

"What's wrong, Captain?"

"Shaojun is not feeling well, I don't look light, I have to be sent to the hospital!"

As soon as Zhuang Jing's words fell, she saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man running over, "Where is it?" I took her to the hospital! ”

"You are?" Zhuang Jing looked a little familiar, and Chen Yan next to her reminded that she was playing the piano on the last time.

"It's you, you're just in time, I just wanted someone to send Shaojun to the hospital!" Zhuang Jing remembered who Li Yange was and led him into the house.

As soon as the two entered the house, they saw Cheng Shaojun lying on the ground, holding his stomach with his hands, sweat everywhere on his forehead and face, and the makeup he had painted before was pasted and dirty on his face.

"Sister Shaojun!" Li Yange's heart tightened, and he ran over quickly.

"Quick! Hurry up to the hospital! ”

Zhuang Jing saw that this was okay, and immediately asked Li Yange to carry her out, and she followed out, found the leader, and asked the master who drove the bus before to help and send the two to the hospital.

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