Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Song Yiyuan turned sideways and wanted to ask Lin Qingqing if he was tired.
Afraid that she wouldn't hear her, he turned a little more and said, "Qingqing, are you tired?"
Lin Qingqing heard the voice in her ears and wanted to shake her head, but then thought about it. Can't see anything with the lights off.
She also turned her head sideways, and just as she was about to speak, her lips touched a piece of wetness.
She was stunned. This was...Song Yiyuan's...lips?
As if to verify her conjecture, the lights on the stage turned on again.
In front of her were Song Yiyuan's enlarged facial features and eyes that were open like hers.
When their eyes met, Lin Qingqing was shocked, and Song Yiyuan was filled with warmth.
The two people's faces were tilted in opposite directions, the tips of their noses almost touched each other, and their lips also touched lightly.
This is a standard kissing position.
"Wow~"
Suddenly there was an uproar in the auditorium.
Aunt Wang, Xiuhong, and Honghua were all stunned on the spot.
The expressions on the faces of the Eagle Claw soldiers in the second row also froze. They turned their heads following the crowd's voices and saw this scene.
Team leader, isn’t this too impatient?
The troop leaders in the first platoon also turned to look over.
Chief: Well done!
He took the microphone and said loudly: "What are you arguing about? We are newlyweds. This is just a reward from the military family to the soldiers."
Lin Qingqing was shocked back to her senses by the voice on the microphone. , her cheeks suddenly turned red, she hurriedly turned around and sat upright, frowning and lowering her head.
Just two seconds, what happened?
So embarrassing~
The shouting in her ears made her embarrassment even greater.
Kissing in the auditorium?
Outsiders don’t know the reason, but she and Song Yiyuan both know what’s going on.
Song Yiyuan next to him was looking at Lin Qingqing affectionately. It was an accident, but it was true that his and Qingqing's lips touched each other.
Looking at the shy Lin Qingqing.
There was a heat in his heart that was pouring out crazily.
I wish I could hug this shy woman right now and kiss her back hard.
He held Lin Qingqing's hand tightly, with a hint of blush on his face.
The soldiers of the Eagle Claw Group had never seen Song Yiyuan like this before, and they were all stunned.
It turns out that my team leader is also a normal man of flesh and blood who can be moved by emotion.
While Song Yiyuan looked at Lin Qingqing affectionately, he glanced coolly at the people in the group with the corner of his eye.
What to look at!
His wife was embarrassed.
Political Commissar Wang grabbed the microphone and said: "Quiet, all soldiers who can achieve first-class merit are good. Everyone, please concentrate on watching the performance."
Lin Qingqing felt a sense of excitement when hearing these words. It feels like a pun, and the political commissar’s speech has connotation.
After the two leaders spoke righteously, the whole place immediately fell silent.
The moment the lights were turned on, the performance of the art troupe was also suspended because of Song Yiyuan's incident.
Although the lights in the auditorium were turned off, the lights on the stage were all large spotlights, and the visible range could reach the fifth row.
Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing were in the third row, so they were clearly photographed.
Moreover, more than two thousand people were looking in one direction, which was a bright beacon.
They all forgot that they were on the stage and stopped to look at Song Yiyuan.
As the scene quieted down, the people from the art troupe immediately took their places.
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Lin Qingqing was also trying her best to adjust her emotions.
From the first time Song Yiyuan kissed her eyebrow...she discovered it.
No matter how handsome this man is standing there, she won't feel much of it, but as soon as he kisses her, she will be inexplicably nervous and her emotions will be a little out of control.
A few seconds later, the passionate soundtrack started ~
The members of the art troupe started the second performance.
In the short dance music, which lasted less than five minutes, three artists performed the wrong moves and one fell down.
The scene was a bit miserable.
I don’t know if they were distracted by thinking of Song Yiyuan’s perfect profile, or if they couldn’t bear to see Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing kissing and were distracted.
There were four more performances, and it was not until the third performance that the art troupe made no mistakes again.
The leaders knew it very well and didn’t care about it.
After the six shows, it was already half past nine.
All the lights in the auditorium were turned on.
The two warriors stepped onto the stage from the small door on the right side of the stage.
One of them was carrying a high wooden stool, and the other was holding a half-meter-wide wooden box. The word "Lottery" was written in red paint on the box.
The two warriors placed their things in the middle of the stage, took two steps back and stood aside.
The director of the Propaganda Department said into the microphone: "Performance session for military families."
After finishing speaking, a woman in her thirties walked out of the small door on the left side of the stage. She was also wearing a dress. , with three rows of medals pinned to his chest.
She walks with neat steps, is tall and thin, has regular facial features and pale skin. She has a round face that people of this era like.
She is Zhang Lin, the leader of the cultural troupe
Zhang Lin marched onto the stage and stood in front of the lottery box.
Then kickHe saluted step by step and looked at the soldiers sitting opposite him from left to right.
She must have often participated in such scenes. From entering to standing still, she looked calm and behaved appropriately.
Lin Qingqing knew what this was about - recruiting military relatives to perform on stage.
Her palms were slightly sweaty. In her previous life, she had resisted performing on stage since kindergarten.
Later on, she always talked about her grades and strength, and she had perfectly avoided many such situations since she was a child.
So much so that later on, he didn’t even have a talent that he could use.
Sometimes the more people dislike something, the more they avoid it.
"What's wrong?"
Song Yiyuan noticed the moisture in Lin Qingqing's palms and turned sideways to ask.
Lin Qingqing shook her head. She felt that the probability was too small.
Sure enough, the first warrior had been drawn out, not her.
Zhang Lin read out the soldier's name: "Chen Piaowei."
There was a round of applause from the audience.
Lin Qingqing raised her eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief. This reduced the probability by half, making it even more impossible.
Captain Zhang reached into the box again, took out the note and opened it.
She raised her head and shouted to the front: "Song Yiyuan."
More than 2,000 people in the audience turned to look at Song Yiyuan in unison.
Today, Team Leader Song’s enthusiasm was overwhelming to everyone.
He was the one who presented the awards, he was the one who kissed during the art troupe’s performance, and now it’s him who is the one performing for military families.
Everyone is also looking forward to it. Leader Song’s daughter-in-law is so beautiful, she will sing well and dance well.
It’s a feast for the eyes to stand there.
The chief took the lead in applauding. More than two thousand people were stunned for a moment and burst into thunderous applause, saying that they were looking forward to watching Lin Qingqing's performance.