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Chapter 137 Xu Shaoyan's Promise

"Then go ahead, I can only support you from the sidelines." Teacher Liang said, but he had already helped Xu Shaoyan a lot.

Teacher Liang's food will be ready soon, and Xu Shaoyan has a look on his face when it comes to Teacher Liang's neighbor. Damn it, it's the servant 9527, that is, Qiao Ran!

Seeing Xu Shaoyan, Qiao Ran was also taken aback, unexpectedly meeting him here!
The two joked and teased each other, Qiao Ran asked Xu Shaoyan: "Brother Xu, you shouldn't be the host, come back to sing later?"

Xu Shaoyan ate the meat and shook his head: "Let's talk about it, I haven't thought about it. If I have nothing to do, I'll write a novel."

Xu Shaoyan really thinks this way, he will definitely deal with the copyright of the runaway, but he will not be a Xu Nima anymore, and Xu Shaoyan found that he seems to have only written novels without any accidents, no, no major accidents.

After dinner, Xu Shaoyan and Qiao Ran left Teacher Liang's house. His parents called Xu Shaoyan a lot, and Xu Shaoyan also called them back to reassure them. It seemed that Xu Shaoyan was always on the cusp of the crisis. I'm used to it, just say that Xu Shaoyan is happy, don't wrong yourself.

But Xu Shaoyan knew that his parents were still very worried about him.

Called Jiang Hanqing and Xu Shaoyan told about the Art Troupe for the Disabled and the Spring Festival Gala. Jiang Hanqing was also in a state of depression, and finally the two of them discussed going to the Art Troupe for the Disabled tomorrow to see if the program could be changed.

Disabled people are always a group of neglected groups, and the same is true in this world. Although the Art Troupe for the Disabled is an art troupe, it does not have a few professional instructors, only five people.

Xu Shaoyan was walking on the way home, looking at the stars in the sky, clasping his hands together, Xu Shaoyan only hoped that everything will go well tomorrow.

The next day, Xu Shaoyan went to the Art Troupe for the Disabled early on. He was more desolate than Xu Shaoyan imagined. The walls were peeled off and mottled, and there were at least 20-year-old small buildings. The atmosphere in this courtyard also seemed to have traveled from the city to the countryside in an instant. Xu Shaoyan doesn't know about other places, but this place is far from the failed third-rate unit of Beijing TV Station. It feels sparsely populated and desolate.

Obviously this is a unit that is not taken seriously, and it is struggling to maintain the status quo.

Jiang Hanqing also arrived very early. His daughter Jiang Huihui Xu Shaoyan met for the first time. She was a very pretty little girl with sharp eyes. Now that Xu Shaoyan's dancing skills have grown into a skill tree, it is natural to see that Jiang Huihui's dancing skills are very good.

"Hello." Xu Shaoyan communicated with Jiang Huihui in sign language. He was a volunteer in a primary school for the disabled in his junior year and learned some sign language. Today, in order to solve the communication barrier, Xu Shaoyan directly upgraded his sign language to the full level!
Jiang Huihui was surprised that Xu Shaoyan could sign language. She smiled shyly and said hello to Xu Shaoyan. She and Jiang Hanqing entered the small courtyard of the Art Troupe for the Disabled. Yesterday Jiang Hanqing had already mentioned to the director here about changing the show. , but it didn't go well. It wasn't that the head of the group obstructed it, but that the choreographer of the disabled art troupe was very dissatisfied.

Xu Shaoyan didn't know if it was possible or not. He was definitely dissatisfied. After all, the works he directed, but in order to wash away his grievances and let the disabled art troupe appear in the Spring Festival Gala, Xu Shaoyan could only do this!
Jiang Huihui led Jiang Hanqing and Xu Shaoyan into the office building. There was still a distance from the team leader's office. A one-eyed middle-aged man came to meet him. From the man's steps, it could be seen that he was a dancer. Jiang Huihui wanted to go over to him He said hello, but the man snorted coldly, glared at Jiang Huihui, and left.

"Who is this man?" Xu Shaoyan looked back at the man, and Jiang Hanqing sighed. "This year's choreographer, knowing that there will be no show in the Spring Festival Gala, we want to come over to help change the program, but feel ashamed, so I resigned today."

"Eh..." Xu Shaoyan was speechless. They came to help with the choreography, and it was for a win-win situation. There was no shame in this man. This man is really small-minded.

Jiang Huihui was embarrassed, and the three of them arrived at the head's office. The head's office was full of leaks, completely in the style of the 90s, a desk with a missing leg, a bookcase with a leak, a kettle, a bench, a wheelchair, There wasn't even a spare seat, and the head of the group was an old man with an amputated left leg. When he saw Xu Shaoyan and Jiang Hanqing, he immediately put on a smile.

"Xiao Jiang, you are here. This is Teacher Xiao Xu, hello, hello." As he said that he was about to get up from the chair, Xu Shaoyan hurried over to shake hands with the old head, "Hello, hello."

"Head Wei, our request is presumptuous, and we are causing you trouble." Xu Shaoyan said, and Head Wei shook his head. "No trouble, no trouble. You are doing it for the good of everyone. Mr. Chen didn't understand just now. I understand. I have been to CCTV many times. There are many good programs this year. We are not as skilled as others, so we shouldn't deceive ourselves."

Head Wei was very sensible, and Jiang Huihui brought a wheelchair to Head Wei.

But head Wei took Xu Shaoyan's hand, but the conversation changed, "Mr. Xu, in fact, if there is nothing else, you should leave. There are five teachers in our group, four of which are sign language teachers, and the only one who knows how to dance is Xiao Chen. The teacher also resigned just now, and if you come, even if you make the best music, it will be in vain."

Head Wei thought Xu Shaoyan was here to make music, after all Xu Shaoyan is best known as a musician.

And there are only four sign language teachers left, so do you expect Jiang Hanqing, a program producer, to choreograph?

Xu Shaoyan patted Head Wei's hand, knelt down and looked at Head Wei with sincerity in his eyes.

"Head Wei, I won't leave when I come. I, Xu Shaoyan, took care of the dance and music all by myself. I left because of me. I have to be responsible. I'm sorry for you."

As he said that, Xu Shaoyan pushed Captain Wei to the dance studio, where there were still dancers training, they were all young, about seventeen or eighteen, twenty-one or two.

The huge art troupe for the disabled actually only has about [-] people, and what Xu Shaoyan didn't expect was that most of these dancers were homeless orphans who grew up in the art troupe for the disabled.

Xu Shaoyan was shocked, this is simply an orphanage, and Jiang Hanqing's family conditions, he is unlikely to let his daughter enter such an art troupe.

Jiang Hanqing looked at Xu Shaoyan, but smiled wryly. "Xiao Xu, their silent world is much more difficult than ours. They are disabled, and there is almost no place for them. Even if they go, they are discriminated against. I can't be with my daughter all the time. of."

Xu Shaoyan listened, his eyes were a little red, he really felt a little sad, he really felt that he was cruel as a public figure, regardless of the personal factors, he should do something for the disabled in this world , these people who are already living in vulnerable groups, their hardships are much greater than they seem.

"Head Wei, I, Xu Shaoyan, will definitely let you go to the Spring Festival Gala." Xu Shaoyan said seriously, he had never made such a solemn promise to anyone, but today he made it.

Earth World, in the 2015 Spring Festival Gala, there was a dance performed entirely by deaf-mute dancers. That year, they moved audiences across the country.

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