People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 214 Dance Competition First Place

The two held hands and quickly joined the dance floor.

At this moment, the colorful lights overhead spun rapidly, shining their vibrant colors upon them, and accompanied by rhythmic music, the atmosphere on the dance floor grew increasingly heated.

"Forward, advance, retreat, one two three four, two two three four."

Song Ying kept chanting a rhythm, reminding him every now and then, "Wu Feng, spin around!"

On the other side, Zhuang Chaoying led Huang Ling in a graceful dance to the melody of a slow waltz.

The two worked together seamlessly, one advancing while the other retreated.

Huang Ling playfully tickled Zhuang Chaoying's palm with her finger, making Zhuang Chaoying feel a ticklish sensation all over her body. She quickly squeezed Huang Ling's hand. "Stop it! It's a competition! Spin around, Huang Ling."

As he spoke, he raised his hand high, his gaze tender as Huang Ling spun around in front of him, her skirt swirling.

When we reached the third lap, he firmly grasped Huang Ling's hand. "Okay, you'll get dizzy in a bit."

Huang Ling blushed slightly and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Chaoying, don't get so close, you'll be touching me if you get any closer." Zhuang Chaoying then realized that the two of them were too close and quickly and subtly moved away a little.

The surrounding audience cheered, "Bravo!"

Xiaoting, Dongzhe, and Pengfei, who were watching from the sidelines, were caught up in the lively atmosphere and clapped their hands nonstop.

Lin Dongzhe looked at the adults on the dance floor, put one hand behind his back, and solemnly extended the other hand to Xiaoting. He leaned forward slightly, looked up at Xiaoting, and asked, "Could I...could I have you dance with me?"

Xiaoting generously extended her hand and placed it on Lin Dongzhe's hand. The two smiled at each other and walked hand in hand into the dance floor.

At this moment, the secretary, who was watching the commotion, noticed Lin Dongzhe and Xiaoting on the dance floor.

He pointed curiously at the two children and asked his wife beside him, "Whose children are these?"

When the secretary's wife heard him ask about the two children, she said, "Song Ying's son, that boy, you've forgotten him!"

"Song Ying's family!"

The secretary suddenly realized that as soon as Song Ying's son was mentioned, he started crying as soon as he entered the house and could still clearly recite his lines without any stage fright.

“Song Ying’s son has grown so much.”

"How handsome he is! He looks like Song Ying. The factory beauty's son is good-looking too."

"That girl is from Huang Ling's family. She's quite pretty and very quiet."

"That means Song Ying gave birth to a son. If it were a daughter, she would definitely be one of the factory's beauties."

"Yes!"

"By the way, does Huang Ling's son, who's studying at a university in Shanghai, have any boyfriends?"

This statement stunned the secretary's wife, who paused for a moment. "Why don't you ask Huang Ling yourself? I don't know either."

Meanwhile, an officer from the factory's publicity department weaved through the crowd, holding a camera and constantly pressing the shutter.

As the competition drew to a close, the host, microphone in hand, walked to the center of the stage and excitedly announced...

"Today is the 1984 Outstanding and Activist Award Ceremony of the Cotton Mill, and also the first Ballroom Dance Competition. After the judges carefully scored the entries, the highest and lowest scores were removed. The highest scorers are Lin Dongzhe, the son of Song Ying, and Zhuang Xiaoting, the daughter of Huang Ling. Let's give them a warm round of applause as they come up to the stage to receive their awards!"

Instantly, the entire audience erupted in applause.

Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting stood side by side as they walked toward the podium.

The Party Secretary stood on the podium, holding not only a 10-pound bag of glutinous rice but also a box of sesame cakes.

Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting walked up to them. The secretary handed the sesame cake to Xiaoting and put the bag of glutinous rice in Dongzhe's arms.

After receiving the prize, the two bowed to the audience in perfect unison.

At that very moment, the camera flash went off with a "click," capturing the moment the two won the award.

In the audience, Zhuang Chaoying had her arm around Huang Ling, her eyes never leaving Xiao Ting on the podium, and she couldn't stop praising her.

"Look at Xiaoting and Dongzhe, their smiles are practically reaching their ears! They're truly my daughters, their dancing is amazing!"

Huang Ling smiled and secretly pinched his waist. "Can you give birth to it all by yourself? You still have to rely on me."

Zhuang Chaoying quickly begged for forgiveness: "It hurts, Ah Ling, yes, yes, it's all thanks to you!"

Beside them, Song Ying and Lin Wufeng also looked at Dong Zhe on the podium with satisfaction.

After Dongzhe carried Nuomi off the stage, Lin Wufeng reached out and hugged his son. "Well done, son! You danced so well this time, truly a well-rounded individual in terms of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor!"

"Dad, Mom, Aunt Huang, you two can make as many dumplings as you want this time."

Just then, Xiaoting came over carrying sesame cakes. "Mom, Dad!"

Then he handed the sesame cake to Zhuang Chaoying with both hands.

Huang Ling quickly stepped forward and gently hugged Xiao Ting. "My little girl dances so well! She's amazing!"

Pengfei, who was standing to the side, also gave Xiaoting and Lin Dongzhe a thumbs up.

Upon seeing this, Lin Dongzhe raised an eyebrow at Pengfei with delight.

The ballroom dance competition awards ceremony came to a successful conclusion, and the seven people chatted and laughed all the way home.

Song Ying, sitting on the back of the bicycle, looked at Huang Ling, who was also sitting on the back of the bicycle beside her. "Sister Ling, besides making dumplings, do you think we should make some glutinous rice balls?"

Huang Ling smiled at her. "Anything is fine, we'll make whatever the children want to eat!"

"it is good!"

"Hahaha!"

,,,,,,

After the National Day holiday.

Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling made a special trip to the department store to buy Xiaoting a 26-inch women's bicycle with a slant beam.

Ting already knows how to ride a bike, and having her own bike will make things much more convenient for her, whether she's going to school or going out.

The three children rode their bicycles and waited at the entrance of the alley for Zhuang Chaoying, who was pushing her bicycle out from behind.

"Xiaoting, Pengfei, Dongzhe, you guys go ahead, I need to go to the post office."

Xiaoting waved to him. "Dad, we'll be going now, don't be late."

Zhuang Chaoying planned to go to the post office first. Once there, she put the manuscript of her rural love story into an envelope, carefully filled in the mailing address (Shanghai Publishing House), and handed it to the post office staff.

Having done all this, all he can do now is quietly wait for the publisher's response.

After leaving the post office, Zhuang Chaoying rode her bicycle, feeling exceptionally cheerful.

He arrived at the school shortly afterward.

It was peak time for students to go to school, and the area in front of the No. 1 Middle School was crowded with students and teachers.

The students greeted Zhuang Chaoying warmly when they saw him. "Hello, Teacher Zhuang!"

Good morning, Teacher Zhuang!

Hello! Hello, students.

Zhuang Chaoying parked her bicycle in the bike shed, locked it, and then picked up her briefcase and walked towards her office.

He looked at his timetable and realized he didn't have any classes during the first and second periods in the morning.

Upon entering the office, Zhuang Chaoying first picked up her tea mug and scooped a handful of tea leaves from the tea canister into it.

I picked up the kettle and went to the water room to get hot water.