After walking a few steps, Qiao Qiaodan turned back and said curiously: "Xiaowei, you are not sad at all! Your relationship with Qi Lei is also very good."
...This! She really doesn’t have it!
Ling Xiaowei shook her head honestly, "Every banquet in the world must come to an end. He has his own life, and I have my own way to go. I'm not sad, and I will bless him."
Jordan was a little absent-minded, but she didn't want to bless him at all, she just wanted to see him every day.
"Hey, but why am I so sad!" Qiaodandan sighed.
Ling Xiaowei chuckled, this silly girl must have fallen in love with Qi Lei! She doesn't know herself yet.
A sudden class bell rang.
Qiao Qiaodan took Ling Xiaowei's arm, and the two of them returned to the teaching building hand in hand. Ling Xiaowei returned to the classroom, and Qiao Qiaodan also returned to Class 6.
During the self-study class, the class teacher announced that there would be a New Year's Day party. As soon as the news came out, the whole class was jubilant.
As long as it is played during the school day, everyone will be happy. The New Year's Day party is a one-day party. Each class prepares its own activities, no less than ten programs, and everyone has to perform on stage.
Although everyone is very happy to go to school and have fun for a day, it is really worrying to perform a show, especially those who are thin-skinned. Usually when the teacher asks questions in class, they tremble with fear. It is really scary to perform on stage!
Ling Xiaowei has no worries at this time, she has already decided on a program to sing solo!
It doesn’t matter if you sing well or not, everyone is.
Miao Maimai, who is at the same table, is always frowning. It is okay to let her study, but it is really terrible to let her show off her talents. She can't do anything!
How is she going to perform?
During the break, several class cadres gathered at Miaomaimai's side and began to discuss what kind of program to do. Because the teacher and the principal would come to inspect and participate, the program could not be too inappropriate.
But half of the students in this class are from the village, so they don’t have any artistic talent. They can sing, but it can’t all be singing! There should also be some other performances!
Several class leaders wanted to decide on the category of the program first and then find people for it, but after thinking for a long time, they couldn't think of anything else except singing, dancing, cross talk, and sketches.
Ling Xiaowei sat aside and watched their discussion, feeling anxious for them.
"We can do some interactive programs! Word puzzles, costume shows, choruses, stage plays..." Ling Xiaowei said several of them at once.
Several people in the discussion all looked at Ling Xiaowei.
"Ling Xiaowei, you are so awesome, how do you do these shows! Please help us!" Tao Lan stepped forward and grabbed Ling Xiaowei's hand, excited.
Also excited was Miao Maimai, who looked at Ling Xiaowei with stars in her eyes.
…
Ling Xiaowei wanted to slap herself in the mouth and make her talk too much, but now it's okay, this matter will be brought to her own head.
"I can tell you some program formats and creations, you can do it yourself." Ling Xiaowei said hurriedly, her house was still full of chicken feathers!
"Okay! That's enough!" Miao Maimai said happily.
She is the squad leader, so she has to take the lead in this matter. She was very distressed at first, but now that Xiaowei is taking action, she feels a lot more relaxed.
Ling Xiaowei discussed some of her ideas with a few people, and soon more than a dozen programs were decided.
As for the content of the program, let them think about it themselves.
"We don't know how to do this fashion show!" Tao Lan thought the idea of using waste newspapers and plastic bags to make clothes was very creative, but she didn't know how to design.
"Design, I'll draw the drawings for you, and you can do it yourself, okay?" Ling Xiaowei said cheerfully.
"Okay! Xiaowei, you are so kind." Tao Lan said happily.
"It's nothing, it's nothing!" Ling Xiaowei said with a smile.
Seeing Miao Maimai and a few others busy with their busy schedules, she was glad that she was no longer the squad leader, otherwise these things would all be her business.
Ling Xiaowei returned to her seat and began to draw design drawings. In order not to stand out too much, she deliberately made the drawings childish and crude. In two classes, she had drawn ten clothes suitable for newspaper production.
, exaggerated and with a touch of beauty.
After she handed the work to Miao Maimai, Miao Maimai was amazed and looked at her with admiring eyes.
"Ling Xiaowei, you are so awesome!" Miao Maimai said in admiration.
"No, it's just a few paintings. Contribute to the class!" Ling Xiaowei said very modestly. If she knew that she helped make clothes for stars in TV series, Miao Maimai would be shocked.
After class in the evening, she couldn't wait to go home and went directly to the factory.
As soon as we entered the factory, it was deserted. There were not many workers in the second workshop, but the first workshop was lively, with a few people working overtime to make clothes.
Zhang Xiu is the most diligent one. She made five down jackets today, which is her basic amount for a day. The same goes for Wang Juan. She moved faster than Zhang Xiu and made two more.
There are also two other female workers, who also maintain a basic daily amount.
Everyone saw Ling Xiaowei coming back and greeted her cordially.
Ling Xiaowei smiled and said, "Why don't you go back?"
"We want to rush the work. There are still so many goods to be made for these down jackets." Wang Juan sighed. Some of these were supposed to be assigned to the second workshop. Now more than half of the people in the second workshop are gone, and the remaining people are...
I'm not even in the mood to make clothes anymore.
Although down jackets cannot be sold now, there is so much material here, and it would be a waste just to leave it unfinished.
Aunt Wang Juan kept stepping on the sewing machine to finish the dress on her hand.
Ling Xiaowei was moved and thanked them for their persistence.
As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed. This is true and very reasonable.
"Aunties, you have worked hard, but don't worry, no matter how many clothes you make, you will be charged on a per-piece basis. When the clothes are sold, you will be given bonuses," Ling Xiaowei encouraged.
"Xiaowei, you kid can talk, but we don't ask for any bonuses. If these clothes can be sold, we will be happy!" the Liu family's aunt said with a smile.
"That is, we are not in a hurry for wages or anything like that. As long as the clothes can be sold and the factory is still there, we will be happy." Wang Juan sighed, and then couldn't help complaining: "Xiaowei!
I know how to make clothes, but these clothes can’t be sold, why are you so insistent on continuing to make them? What a good silk floss maker, it’s cheap and easy to sell.”
Wang Juan's words spoke what was in everyone's heart, and everyone looked at Ling Xiaowei.
The same goes for Zhang Cuifen, she still doesn't understand, she really doesn't understand.
Ling Xiaowei pondered for a moment, thinking about how to tell them in simple and easy-to-understand language.
