Rebirth 84 Everything depends on hands

Of course Chen Feng knew what Lin Xiaolan was talking about, but Lin Xiaolan squatted on the ground and raised her head to look at Chen Feng. Looking at Chen Feng's smiling face, Lin Xiaolan knew that this was because Chen Feng didn't want to worry about herself, so she looked at Chen Feng with a smile on her face.

He just smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

One night passed, Han Bing, with Chen Feng and others seeing him off, embarked on the train to the provincial capital. Looking at the large and small packages stuffed by his brothers, as the train left the platform, he shed a tear.

Silently rolled down from his eyes.

"It's your first time leaving home," a fashionably dressed young woman opposite said to Han Bing with a smile. After speaking, she handed over a soft tissue.

"I'm not crying." Han Bing wiped his eyes, "Sand got into my eyes just now." Han Bing said stubbornly.

"Oh, it turns out there is sand in the train." The woman smiled softly and said, "Actually, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's the same for everyone when they leave home for the first time. I am less promising than you the first time."

Han Bing looked at the woman at this time. She was very beautiful, with an oval face, big and bright eyes, neat and white teeth, and long black flowing hair.

"Are you from Beicheng too?" Han Bing asked, looking at the woman's dress.

The woman nodded, "I have lived in Beicheng since I was a child. Later, due to work, I stayed in the provincial capital for a long time. This is not a holiday. I am coming back to see my parents. What about you? Where are you going?"

"I'm from Beicheng. I used to work at the No. 1 Machinery Factory. I was transferred to the provincial art troupe to report to the art troupe." Han Bing said with some pride.

The woman heard that Han Bing was transferred to the provincial art troupe, and she immediately became interested. They were both young people, and the more they talked about the topic, the more they got along with each other. The two of them talked happily along the way.

When they arrived at the provincial capital, the two got off the bus together. Han Bing took the initiative to help the woman move her luggage. Han Bing seemed a little struggling to carry their luggage.

"What are you packing here? A girl's luggage is heavier than mine." Han Bing asked with a smile.

The woman smiled and said, "I'm sorry, my parents always stuff me a lot of things every time I go home. I also have a lot of books here. Let me meet you. My name is Jiang Wenxue. I'm a reporter for the provincial newspaper. If you have anything to do with me in the provincial capital, come to me."

Seeing Jiang Wenxue stretch out her delicate white hand, Han Bing was a little embarrassed and scratched his head with his hand, "My name is Han Bing, so I won't shake hands."

Jiang Wenxue looked at the shy Han Bing, covered her mouth and started to laugh. Under Jiang Wenxue's guidance, Han Bing boarded the bus to the art troupe.

Arriving in front of the art troupe, Han Bing couldn't help frowning as he looked at the gray office building. This art troupe was not as good as the building of a machine factory, and it seemed that the provincial capital was no more than that.

Entering the art troupe, Han Bing first found the group leader's office, knocked on the door and entered. In front of Nuo Da's desk, a middle-aged man in his early forties sat, wearing reading glasses and looking at the documents in his hand.

"Hello, my name is Han Bing. I have been informed to report from Beicheng City." Han Bing said politely.

The middle-aged man put down the documents in his hands, lowered his reading glasses and looked at Han Bing. Then he stood up and said with a smile, "Oh, I know you, Deputy Commander Jiang is here. Come and sit down."

Han Bing sat on the sofa and then glanced around the office. It was similar to the office of the director of a machine factory, except that there was a cabinet filled with various trophies.

"Come, Comrade Xiao Han, drink a glass of water first," the middle-aged man poured a glass of water for Han Bing and handed it to his hand.

"Vice Captain Jiang is rehearsing with his performance team right now. You should take a break first, and then I will take you to him."

Han Bing nodded politely, indicating that he accepted the arrangement, and then heard the middle-aged man say, "My name is Qian Fuguo, and I am the leader. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me. By the way, Comrade Han, what musical instruments do you know?"

"Musical instruments?" Han Bing shook his head, "Captain Qian, I don't know how to play musical instruments."

Captain Qian was stunned when he heard this. After all, those who can join the art troupe now cannot be said to be proficient in all kinds of weapons, and at least know a few musical instruments. Why is it that this person whom Deputy Commander Jiang is optimistic about can't do anything.

"Then what kind of music are you good at?"

"Pop music." Han Bing thought for a while and said.

Pop music! When Captain Qian heard this, a picture immediately appeared in his mind. Several young people, wearing bell-bottom pants, floral shirts and toad glasses, shouted hoarsely in front of the microphone, this is the popular music nowadays,

What do these people call this? They call it rock and roll.

In Captain Qian's mind, this kind of thing is not art at all. What is art? Things like Peking Opera and Pingju Opera are art. Speaking more broadly, bel canto and folklore are all fine. What is rock and roll?

Just nondescript stuff.

Thinking of this, Captain Qian looked at Han Bing in front of him. He didn't know what Deputy Jiang was thinking about finding such a young man. He thought he had great abilities.

Captain Qian got up and took Han Bing to the rehearsal hall to find Deputy Director Jiang. After all, he was the one who found him. The specific arrangements depended on Deputy Director Jiang.

When they arrived at the rehearsal hall, Han Bing only saw a group of men and women gathered together, drinking water and chatting, and sitting next to them was a man in his thirties, frowning at this time.

The group of men and women were chatting and laughing at this time, and Captain Qian walked over with Han Bing, "Vice Captain Jiang, Han Bing is here, I brought it to you."

As soon as Captain Qian spoke, the group of men and women also looked at Han Bing, but there was a hint of ridicule in their eyes, as if looking at Han Bing's eyes as if they were looking at a gorilla in the zoo.

The man in his thirties was Deputy Commander Jiang. When he saw Commander Qian bringing Han Bing over, he stood up and shook hands with Han Bing, "Comrade Han Bing, welcome to the provincial art troupe."

Han Bing, Commander Qian, and Vice Commander Jiang were talking when suddenly a man shouted loudly and said, "I said Vice Commander Jiang, why don't we practice yet? If you want me to say, let's do a chorus of "Moon on the 15th"

That’s enough, this is very much in line with the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival.”

"That's right, Deputy Commander Jiang, you've been picking out songs for a long time. Which one do you think is more representative than "Moon on the Fifteenth"?"

Captain Jiang looked back at the group of people solemnly, "Just know "Moon on the Fifteenth Day". Did you know that this is a Mid-Autumn Festival party held by the province? Don't you think it's too unoriginal? How can we let the leaders remember it?

We sing that song every year, and our ears are almost numb from hearing it."

"Then you tell me a song. If you think it's good, we'll practice that song." A man with a charisma said with a smile, "If you can't say it, don't blame us, we can just go and rest."

, I have been practicing for a long time."

"You..." Deputy Commander Jiang's eyes were a little red with anger, but he couldn't say anything.

Han Bing looked at Deputy Jiang, and then at these men and women. You are paid by the state, but you don't want to work hard. Instead, you want to deal with the problem. Isn't this a waste of resources?

Han Bing looked at these people and decided to use Chen Feng's new song to deal with them, "Vice Tuan Jiang, how about I suggest a song to try?"