70s Women Disguised As Men

In his previous life, Tong Yan's father made a fortune by opening a clothing factory.

Therefore, she has had some talent for design since she was a child. Later, when she entered the entertainment circle, she sometimes participated in the design of some costumes.

Cotton is expensive these days, and cloth is also expensive. It is more difficult to find a piece of usable waste fabric than it is to climb the sky!

Fortunately, it seems that there are needles and threads in the backstage. Although it is not as fast as a sewing machine, it is better than nothing.

She quickly found the needle and thread and brought a pot of stage props in the corner—peony made of red cloth and placed it next to the costume.

Ye Jing looked at her watch and couldn't help but worry, "Can you finish sewing before the show starts? Otherwise, let's change into dance clothes."

Although she did not have any professional training in sewing techniques, Tong Yan was quite confident in her hand speed. In her hands, the needle and thread were interspersed back and forth in the damaged place like clouds and flowing water in her hand. With the effort of a cup of tea, she patched up the skirt. NS.

Due to her limited skill level, she would use cloth peonies to cover up some of the obvious darning marks.

In this way, a flowery skirt was perfectly displayed in front of everyone after ten minutes. When Tong Yan put it on her body, it looked even more foolish.

"This costume is too good-looking, right?"

"Yeah, how do I feel more beautiful than the previous style?"

Ye Jing circled Tong Yan and nodded in surprise and praised: "Yes! This costume is really more beautiful than before after you change it like this!"

"Get ready for the tenth show, it's time to be on stage soon!"

"Quick! You guys act quickly! Don't dawdle!"

With Ye Jing's order, everyone couldn't care about anything else, and immediately lined up in an orderly manner.

Tong Yan stood in the line and straightened her waist and held her breath.

As a piece of brisk music sounded, the dancers gathered from every corner to the center of the stage like a group of beautiful butterflies lightly dancing, and finally formed a semicircle around the "peony" of Tong Yan.

I saw Tong Yan stepping on the fine dance steps, lightly spinning, every movement is graceful and smooth, like a graceful peony flower, the country is beautiful and fragrant to the heavens.

The audience in the audience was all stunned. Shen Shaoqing looked towards the center of the stage, all his attention was on the little woman, her heartbeat violently shaking with the dance music "thump thump".

He has always known that the child's face is very beautiful, but today's red dress and waist-length hair, he only thinks that she is shockingly beautiful! Shen Shaoqing suddenly became lustful after listening to the admiration of her surroundings. She wanted to hide her daughter-in-law in her arms and not allow anyone to see her beauty.

Song Chengjun is also throbbing. If time can go back, he would most like to go back a few years ago. Although the childish face of that time was not as beautiful as now, he had the opportunity to pursue it, unlike now...

In a corner of the auditorium, there was another person watching Tong Yan. This person was Tong Dabao, who had just returned from the Marine Corps.

I saw his left hand wrapped in gauze, his originally round face was much stronger than before, and his unsmiling appearance looked a lot more mature.

Because of the injury, the army gave him a ten-day holiday, so he could stay at home and go back after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Knowing that my sister was performing here today, he asked his relationship to come in and take a look.

It's just that I haven't seen each other for a few months, his sister has changed so much!

The show on the stage was still going on. Seeing that Tong Yan's performance was over, Tong Dabao just thought of getting up and leaving, he heard an ethereal voice like a lark ringing in his ears. The clear voice made his ears numb for an instant. .

When he raised his head to look at the singer on the stage, he felt a slight tremor in his heart, and suddenly he had an urge to know her.

Zhang Qianwen didn't know that a man fell in love with her at first sight in the audience.

Although she was singing a song in her mouth, all she was thinking about was the destruction of Tongyan's costume. It seems that their art troupe is about to set off another **** storm...

As Zhang Qianwen had expected, after the whole performance of condolences, several leaders of the group held a meeting for everyone.

In addition to summarizing the performance, another meaning is: confession is lenient, resistance is strict. Whoever destroys the dance clothes can stand up automatically and can be dealt with lightly.

Apart from Tong Yan, everyone else is suspected of this matter.

Everyone was talking secretly, all speculating about who that person was.

But in the past two days, no one took the initiative to surrender, and the regiment could only set up an investigation team to investigate the matter. For a while, the entire cultural and industrial group was panicked.

Tong Yan was not affected by this incident, so she still did what she should do every day.

It will be Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days. Thinking of the agreement with Shen Shaoqing, the two will meet their parents soon. She is now in a happy and worried mood!

And the Tong's family at this time.

Tong Jianye and Liu Wenhui sat at the dinner table with big eyes and small eyes.

"You said, is what Dabao said is true?" Liu Wenhui still couldn't believe it, her daughter actually fell silent and secretly fell in love?

Two days ago, Tong Dabao went to the military area to watch the sympathy performance, and he said the news as soon as he came back. It is said that his daughter and her subject get along very high-profile in the military area, and they call each other their fiancé and fiancee?

Who agreed? Is it true that these parents are furnishings? !

The more I think about it, the more angry Liu Wenhui gets...

"Everyone in the army said so, and it should be true." Thinking that his Chinese cabbage might have been hogged by a pig, Tong Jianye's black face couldn't accept this reality.

"When she comes back from the holiday, I must ask her carefully!" When the girl is in love, it is nothing to talk about love. Liu Wenhui is angry that she concealed it!

"Let's talk about it when she comes back. You should pay attention to your wording at that time, and don't let her develop a rebellious mentality." Tong Jianye picked up the big tea jar on the table and drank several sips of boiled water to relieve the pressure in his heart. Go down.

Unexpectedly that her husband would say this, Liu Wenhui tilted her head and suddenly laughed and joked: "Yo, boy, you have made a lot of progress~ I heard your daughter fell in love and didn't worry about getting angry?"

If I changed it to the past, I would have been unable to sit still and have to dig the ground three feet to find out the kid.

Tong Jianye coughed unnaturally, and then said solemnly: "I have always been very democratic, but you are the one. Don't be so hot-tempered. You must convince people with virtue."

"Cut, I'm starting to catch your breath while complimenting you. I'm going to see how you can convince people with virtue?" Liu Wenhui curled her lips and ignored this duplicity man.

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A few more days passed.

Soon, the results of the investigation in the art troupe came out.

To everyone's surprise, it was not someone else but Qin Yue who destroyed the costume.

This matter also started when Ye Jing gave Tong Yan the position of the lead dancer.

Like most people, Qin Yue didn't expect Ye Jing to find Tong Yan to take her place.

Unlike others, since Tong Yan came to the art troupe, Qin Yue has always followed her every move.

Her talent and hard work give rise to a strong sense of crisis.

Qin Yue paid a lot to become the lead dancer of the entire group, and the existence of Tong Yan has always been a nail in her heart.

At the beginning, she wanted to draw people around and put them at ease, but Tong Yan did not want to befriend her. This time she replaced her as the lead dancer, which made Qin Yue's crisis consciousness instantaneous. Reached the top.

Because of the injuries on her feet, she was even more afraid of suspicion, so she could only leave the suitors in the art troupe to deal with the destruction of dance clothes.

As a result, not only did she fail to pull Tong Yan from the lead dancer's position, but Qin Yue was also publicly punished by the regiment and removed from the art troupe.

After everyone learned the truth, they couldn't help but sigh. After they hadn't been relieved from the shock, the group issued another notice that Tong Yan officially became the lead dancer of the dance group from now on.

Compared to the last uproar, everyone was convinced this time. On the day of the performance, Tong Yan's performance was obvious to all. They asked themselves that no one could be in danger like her, and the dance was so wonderful, which can be said to be a highlight of the entire condolences performance!

At this time, Tong Yan, wearing a bright yellow dress, was smiling and standing at the gate of the military area compound, waiting for Shen Shaoqing to send herself home.

The two decided that she would go home first to give her parents a vaccination, and tomorrow Shen Shaoqing would visit Tong's house with a gift.

Shen Shaoqing was riding a bicycle and saw this beautiful shadow from a long distance.

He couldn't help speeding up the car and parked next to her with a brake. After looking with a smile for a few seconds, he praised: "Your wig when you performed that day was very beautiful."

"...You only saw wigs in the performance that day?" Tong Yan was almost laughing at his straight boy thinking, "Is it not good to look at my short hair?"

Shen Shaoqing did not hear the overtones. He thought for a while and replied very seriously: "Short hair is also very beautiful, but I have never seen your long hair, so I am impressed."

Listening to his explanation, Tong Yan's slightly sullen expression eased, "Then do you like my long hair or short hair?"

She suddenly thought of the popular saying on the Internet in her last life: When my hair reaches my waist, it's good to marry me as a teenager.

When her hair grows to the waist, will they be married at that time?

Thinking of this possibility, Tong Yan bit her lip shyly and waited for his answer.

This time Shen Shaoqing was smarter. He stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, and said sincerely, "I like both long and short hair."

Tong Yan was still satisfied with the answer, and finally showed a sweet smile on her face.

In the hot afternoon, the two shared a bicycle to shuttle through the steamer-like streets and alleys. Seeing that the man’s white shirt was soaked in sweat, she took out a paper fan and fanned him gently, feeling a little sorry. Otherwise, let's find a cool place to rest for a while."

Tong Yan regrets letting him come and pick her up home. It takes an hour to ride a bike from the military area to the textile factory. The weather is so hot, she is really afraid that he will have heatstroke.

"I'm fine. I used to work in the village in hotter weather than this. Don't help me fan." Fanning is also hard work, and Shen Shaoqing is afraid that her tiny arms will be sore tomorrow morning.

Speaking of Xinghua Village, Tong Yan suddenly remembered that she had something to say about seeing her parents tomorrow, "Let’s find a place to sit for a while, and I have something to say to you."