The suona was always a lock on your ears.
Even though Wang Yan had deliberately kept his distance and could even open the windows to let the sound carry outside, he still affected the people here, disrupting their original rhythm.
Even if it did not disrupt their rhythm, Wang Yan's stop-and-start playing still ruined everyone's mood. It was grating to listen to.
"Big brother, please, go practice outside."
Amid everyone's send-off and Hao Shuwen's furious glare, Wang Yan finally left the rehearsal hall and found himself a room, where he began playing through the thick stack of sheet music.
To his surprise, Wang Yan really got into it. He had nothing better to do anyway. He was part of the arts troupe, and there was not much else he could do in these times, so he might as well practice.
"I was wondering what that noise was. So it was you, kid, howling for ghosts in here."
A somewhat lean middle-aged man pushed open the door. Looking at Wang Yan practicing there, he spoke with a chuckle.
This man was the arts troupe's political commissar, Ning Shan. The character he played was a death-seeking man, and here he was playing a soldier too.
Of course, the two had to be kept separate. You could not impose real people onto a show; they were two entirely different character settings. The people in the show all had complete life trajectories. Otherwise, how could Wang Yan have slept with women who had similar faces but entirely different temperaments?
In the original course of events, Liu Feng was disciplined and transferred out of the arts troupe after hugging Lin Dingding. He Xiao Ping became utterly disappointed in the people of the arts troupe. So, during a慰问 performance on the plateau, He Xiao Ping refused