Chapter 63 The first sister of the art troupe in the 1960s (2)

The Zhaoyang Garment Factory in the north of Kyoto has a huge area. It is far ahead of its peers in terms of scale and sales volume every quarter. It is also the only manufacturer designated by many units to produce certain cloth labor protection products.

Although the Zhaoyang Garment Factory is named a garment factory, it actually also includes textile printing and dyeing. It can be said that except for the raw materials purchased from all over the country, every step from spinning to finished products does not require the assistance of other units.

Being able to complete it independently also has a set of very strict requirements and standards.

There are more than 50 workshops in the factory with 9,000 employees. As a workshop director, Song’s father supervises about a hundred people, which is almost as high as the director of a small factory!

Therefore, they live in the courtyard of the cadres' families, and are assigned a beautiful two-story red brick house with a small courtyard behind it. Whether they grow flowers or vegetables, they can experience the joy of rural life in the increasingly cold lines of the big city.

It was early summer evening, the weather was neither hot nor cold, which was perfect for tending the yard, and many family members were chatting and laughing through the fence.

Seeing Song Huiye and Song Ruoyun coming out of the house one after another, everyone paused, and then they pointed at people, their voices neither loud nor quiet:

"Song Ruoyun has been a petty girl since she was a child. She is a very naughty girl. She doesn't do anything she wants to do, but only instructs others. But my girl is stupid. She was used as a weapon, and she was so happy. She didn't know she was being tricked.

What kind of ecstasy soup..."

"No, look at how good her grades were when she went to school, but the few girls she had a good relationship with would only play along, and her grades were really bad! Maybe she was afraid that others would surpass her, so she deliberately hooked up with others to play with.

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"She is really capable of pushing the daughter that the Song family found back from the second floor! She is so young but has such a vicious heart!"

"I don't think her grades are that good. If she has good grades, why don't she go to college and sit in an office, but she has to dance in a cultural troupe? Is that where serious kids like us go?"

"It makes sense. The places recommended by our factory for admission to college are obtained by the children through their true talents and hard work, not by cheating in school..."

Song Huiye walked very slowly now, and his inner anger seemed to be vented.

My little sister was pushed downstairs by this woman who occupied the magpie's nest, but her parents were still reluctant to let her receive the punishment she deserved, so let her hear how others judge her!

Song Ruoyun raised her voice and said calmly: "Song Huiye, if you have short legs and walk slowly, you should ride a bicycle first. When you are like this, all the staff will get off work."

Song Huiye turned around and glared at her, "This is the first time I've noticed how thick-skinned you are."

After hearing those words, shouldn't she be ashamed to be a human being?

But there was no expression on her face, as if she couldn't wait to establish a clear relationship with the Song family.

Song Ruoyun tugged at the corners of her lips, "For a single-celled organism like you to make this discovery, it's really a big step forward!"

Song Huiye was so angry that he once again raised his short short legs that were standard in the Song family, and took long strides, wishing he could fly.

Song Ruoyun put her hands in her pockets and walked leisurely with her long legs, walking in no hurry but following closely behind him.

Every time Song Huiye was afraid that she would run away and turned around to look, he felt that she was not very aggressive and was very insulting!

Zhaoyang Garment Factory is almost like a small town with complete facilities. There is no need to leave the factory gate, everything can be solved in the factory area.

Song Ruoyun has just celebrated her 18th birthday. She is an adult and has complete information. She can move into the unit's collective household registration.

With an acquaintance from the Song family leading the matter, things were done quickly. Song Ruoyun directly changed her name to Xia Zhaoyun, and did not use the surname Zhang.

After coming out of the office building, Xia Zhaoyun didn't even look at Song Huiye. She took her own information and walked to the small building next to her.

Song Huiye rushed out on his bicycle, leaving behind only a gnashing of teeth: "Just take care of yourself!"

"Hello comrade, I would like to advance half a month's salary," Xia Zhaoyun pursed her lips and said, handing over the information: "By the way, I want to change my personal information."

The female comrade at the door raised her eyelids and continued to lower her head and hook her cup cover, "I'm sorry, our factory has just paid wages to its employees, and we are in a critical period of production tasks. We are burning money everywhere. Unless there is death, old age, illness, or death, no other reasons will be approved!

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Xia Zhaoyun glanced at the expressions of other people in the room. Most of them were gloating about their misfortune. Only a few men couldn't bear to look away guiltily, and it became clear instantly.

She has been outstanding in appearance since she was a child, and she performed on stage to celebrate the New Year at the age of three.

Song's mother had very strict requirements on her, focusing on both academic performance and literature and art, so that she had been a child of other people's families since she was a child. After graduating from high school, she even joined the factory's art troupe. With her solid basic skills, she

He directly became a pillar and enjoyed unlimited glory.

It can be said that no one else in the factory knows who the factory director is, and it is absolutely impossible not to know or recognize her!

A group of employees from fraternal units outside the Zhaoyang Garment Factory are all familiar with her name.

The public enemy of women and the goddess of men is the Song Ruoyun of the past. She was really a cloud in the sky that no one could touch.

Similarly, for people in this era who lacked entertainment and relied on gossip as their spiritual food, the news of the Song family's marriage had long been spread, and many people were poking at her and waiting to see her jokes.

Just now Song Huiye deliberately raised his voice and said that he would get her household registration, and half of the people in the building heard it!

Without the Song family as a protective umbrella, wouldn't she be just a pathetic little person who could be stepped on by anyone now?

Xia Zhaoyun said calmly: "I advanced my salary just to see a doctor. Did the comrade ask me to see a doctor first and then advance my salary after getting the cases?"

"You came to ask me if you knew it?" The female comrade sneered, "If everyone had the same lack of rules as you, wouldn't our factory be in chaos?"

Xia Zhaoyun nodded, "Okay, then I'll ask the director of the finance department, when did the hard-working employees not even get half a month's salary in advance?"

"Is someone using chicken feathers as an arrow, or is someone deliberately making things difficult for colleagues and avenging private revenge?"

"Don't talk about the rules with me, or I'll make a fuss and make everyone look bad!"

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of wearing shoes now that I'm barefoot."

There was no trace of panic or cowardice on her face, and her chin was slightly raised, still like the pampered Miss Song Jiajiao.

Those straightforward and unambiguous words made everyone's faces turn red.

Rules are dead, but people are alive. They often watch others order their dishes, because each of them has a small background and knows how to control the situation. As long as the trouble is not too much, they basically never fall over.

However, Xia Zhaoyun did not follow the ordinary path. People did not follow the rules and just stared at what they had done before, as if they were determined to break the pot. Instead of waiting to be kicked out of the Song family, they had to drag a few backers.

They are all people who bully the weak and fear the strong, and do not like to get into trouble. Naturally, they are not willing to be victims.

"Oh, little comrade, why do you feel uncomfortable coming to my place? Is half a month's salary enough?" The woman eating melon seeds at the table next to her immediately stood up with a smile, pulled her over and said in a low voice.

She took out the note and scribbled it down, and kept reminding her: "We can advance up to half a year's salary. I saw that you needed it urgently, so I gave you a back door. Don't tell anyone else."

"Otherwise it will affect the production tasks of our factory..."

Xia Zhaoyun agreed, took the twenty-five yuan and a few bills, carefully counted them and put them in her pocket, and watched as the person corrected her personal information.

When she was leaving the house, she looked at everyone with a half-smile:

"Isn't it enough to do this earlier? You have to have your face trampled on the ground, so why bother?"

"I am not a member of the Song family now, and I am definitely not someone you can bully!"

"People say they would rather offend a gentleman than a villain, but I, that villain, have always believed in the villain's revenge from morning to night."

"After all, I'm a ruthless guy who pushed a girl off the second floor."

Everyone...

It's too irritating, isn't it? Just go out and turn right after finishing your work. Saying so many words makes them feel very convincing.

How could they think so hard that they would jump out in a hurry and trample on people before the Song family completely broke with them?

This little aunt is always cheered and cheered wherever she goes. Except for falling in front of Song Zhenbao, has she ever suffered any loss?

They decided to stay away from her when they saw her in the future!

After coming out of the office building, Xia Zhaoyun took out her hand from behind. There were dense wounds on it, and some small ceramic shards were firmly embedded in it. From time to time, she felt sharp pain due to uneven exertion in her hand.

The blood is like a stream blocked by stones, or like a faucet that has not been tightened, flowing slowly and long drop by drop.

There was a rich, sweet smell of rust in the warm air. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, she looked around and headed towards the hospital.

Xia Zhaoyun underwent surgery to treat the wound on her hand, and received an injury appraisal certificate from the chief doctor. It clearly stated that the tendon was scratched by the glass, which would lead to impaired movement of the finger joints in the future, and she would not be able to use force.

She saw deep sympathy in the eyes of the chief doctor and a group of interns.

After all, for such a beautiful and young girl, her right hand has become a decoration, and even holding a pen to write may become a luxury.

Xia Zhaoyun's expression remained unchanged, and she continued to study neurology. After a series of examinations, she received an injury appraisal certificate of left ear trauma and neurological deafness issued by the vice-president.

She straightened her back and left the hospital, pursed her lips and walked for a long time, then took a long breath, looked at the setting sun, and murmured softly and sadly with this kind of relief: "I bear the reputation of murdering people.

, the right hand and left ear are irreversibly disabled, which should be enough to repay the kindness of the Song family in raising them, right?"

"How can the Song family's daughter be so easy to be a daughter of?"

The art troupe of Zhaoyang Garment Factory is located in the Cultural Palace on the 10th floor in the center of the factory. The factory's daily condolences performances, rehearsals, trainings, and dormitories for single employees in the troupe are all in this building.

Next to it is the playground, and opposite is the main office building.

By now everyone had finished eating, the men were wearing jerseys and playing ball, while the girls from the art troupe were carrying basins and going to the bathhouse together.

Xia Zhaoyun went against the flow of people, and walked into the building with her long legs, amidst the complex glances of gossip, pity, anger, disgust, etc. that were frequently projected towards her.

After saying hello to the dormitory aunt and registering, she took the key, collected bedding and other items and climbed upstairs.

"Yunyun!" As soon as she opened the door, before she could take a closer look at the situation in the dormitory, she was rushed into her arms.

The things she was carrying also fell to the ground.

The visitor stuck out his tongue in embarrassment and hurriedly picked up the things. A puff of breath settled on the only empty upper bunk by the window.

Then the little girl pulled her to sit down and looked her up and down. Her red eyes fell on Xia Zhaoyun's hands wrapped into rice dumplings, her swollen cheeks and her broken lips.

"Why are they so cruel?"

"The co-author is not my own biological child. Eighteen years of relationship have fed the dog? Why do you beat me so hard when you say you want to beat me?"

"Yunyun, you are stupid too, why are you just standing there waiting? You are not afraid that your pretty face will be ruined!"

The little girl felt distressed and regarded her as a porcelain doll, and did not dare to touch her. She spoke angrily, pursed her lips and wanted to cry.

Xia Zhaoyun chuckled lightly and pulled the wound on the corner of her lip.

At this moment, she stopped showing off, frowned and chattered, hugged the chirping little girl, and said a little tiredly: "You know me, I wanted to get rid of them a long time ago. This time, give it to me

For good reason, I thought you had to buy some firecrackers to make me happy."

Just like what others have said, she, Xia Zhaoyun, has never been a good person. I don't know if it's because she was born cold or because she was influenced by the Song family. As long as there is no profitable relationship, she doesn't bother to run it at all.

The friends she associates with are at least from the director's family, and there are also boys and girls of the same age from section chiefs, ministers, and factory directors' families.

She is pretty, knows how to get things done, and is good at putting on airs, which makes the young men happy to support her.

The only person with whom Xia Zhaoyun had no need to worry about was He Qingran in front of her, because both of them disguised themselves with clumsy masks, raising thorns at all times to protect the only pure land in their hearts.

"But you are too miserable, not like you at all," He Qingran pouted, opened the lunch box and pushed it over, "I knew you didn't eat, so I specially left it for you."

Xia Zhaoyun clumsily stuffed rice into her mouth with her left hand.

She hadn't felt anything just now, but now that she smelled the aroma of rice, she suddenly felt hungry. She was still counting the grains of rice as before, and devouring it made He Qingran laugh and have red eyes.

"You have such a good appetite. You are so arrogant when you are accused of murdering a girl," He Qingran was worried when no one could be seen just now. Her tense mood was relieved and she started teasing.

"It's not really about murder. Whoever wants to say it can say it. I'm confused and just believe it. How can I be serious with those idiots?" Xia Zhaoyun rolled her eyes.

She is as delicate and beautiful as the beauty of the country, with exquisite and beautiful facial features. Her fox eyes are always filled with smiles, and she can control them to be charming with just a roll of her eyes.

He Qingran missed a beat without any hope and said angrily: "Fame is a good thing. Look at that little girl Huo Sitong. Didn't he have a heroic brother who died heroically and robbed the daughter of the owner of the leather shoe factory next door?

,Did anyone say anything?”

"But what about you? You have a pretty face for nothing, but because of your bad reputation, let's see who dares to marry you, a vicious woman. Oh, by the way, someone even took the title of villain. What villain takes revenge from morning to night?

What a talent!"

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