The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

The next day, she had to report to the Cultural Station. Xia Meng got up early to wash up. While brushing her teeth, she noticed Guo Cuihong walking over from the corner of her eye.

Xia Meng didn't pay attention at first and continued brushing his teeth.

But what Xia Meng didn't expect was that Guo Cuihong walked around the bathroom twice with an expressionless face, and finally spoke.

"Well... breakfast is ready, come down and eat!"

After finishing speaking in a slightly stiff tone, Xia Meng turned around and went downstairs under the surprised look in his eyes. Looking at his back, he felt a sense of shame as if he had given up.

Xia Meng raised an eyebrow, why did he suddenly change his gender?

After washing, Xia Meng went downstairs and saw Guo Cuihong and her three children sitting at the dining table eating.

Xia Meng walked over calmly and sat in an empty seat.

Guo Cuihong glanced at Xia Meng, her face still a little stiff, she ate her food with her head down coldly, without saying a word.

After Xia Meng sat down in the restaurant, the still warm and ordinary atmosphere quickly turned weird.

Xia Bingqing gave Xia Meng a friendly smile, as if the previous conflicts and barriers no longer existed.

Xia Yao glanced at Xia Meng, her eyes still filled with a hint of rejection and displeasure, but she didn't say anything.

Xia Xiaohai smiled brightly at Xia Meng, with a hint of naivety in the smile.

"What are you looking at? If you don't actively eat, you will starve to death sooner or later!"

Guo Cuihong glared at Xia Yao, "If you don't hurry up and eat, you'll be late for school soon."

These words seemed to be talking about Xia Yao, but Xia Meng always felt that Guo Cuihong was referring to Sang and Huai.

"Why are you talking about me?" Xia Yao retorted loudly with an impatient look.

Guo Cuihong scolded, "Who doesn't want you to eat well?" She picked up a piece of egg with chopsticks and put it into Xia Xiaohai's bowl. Her tone instantly softened,

"eat fast!"

Xia Xiaohai nodded and buried his head in eating.

There were two plates of white flour steamed buns on the dining table, a plate of large steamed buns, a plate of small pickles, a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of fried shredded potatoes, and a pot of millet porridge.

Xia Meng served herself a bowl of millet porridge, took a bite of a big bun, the skin was thin and the filling was big, delicious.

Your cooking skills are surprisingly good!

Xia Meng had only finished half of his bowl of porridge. Xia Xiaohai put down the bowl and chopsticks first, wiped his mouth with his hand, ran to the sofa, picked up his schoolbag and left.

Guo Cuihong immediately pushed Xia Yao, "Do you still want to eat? Go to school quickly."

"Oh, you're so serious, you don't even want to eat good food," Xia Yao threw her chopsticks on the table angrily, walked to the sofa with a dark face, picked up her schoolbag, and went out.

After the two of them left, Xia Bingqing smiled helplessly and explained,

"Mom, let Yaoyao finish her meal. It only takes a few minutes. She won't be late."

Guo Cuihong said in a bad tone, "If you don't eat one meal, you will starve to death!"

Xia Bingqing smiled helplessly, picked up the bowl, drank the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, stood up,

"Mom, I'm full," then looked at Xia Meng,

"Xiaomeng, today you have to report to the Cultural Station. You may not be familiar with it. Let's go together."

Xia Meng silently raised his head and glanced at Xia Bingqing, who looked harmless, and couldn't help but hiss in her heart.

Xia Hongbin's influence is huge enough!

Seeing that Xia Meng didn't speak, Xia Bingqing didn't take it seriously and kept smiling.

"I'll wait for you." After saying that, he walked to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Guo Cuihong had finished the porridge in her bowl, burped, then looked at the last piece of steamed bun in her hand, without raising her head, and said in a faint tone,

"The rules in the house are, whoever finishes eating last will wash the dishes."

After Guo Cuihong said this, she stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into her mouth.

Xia Meng finished the porridge slowly, then looked at Guo Cuihong, and said with a soft smile,

"Auntie, I once made a bet with Xia Yao. If she loses, she will wash my clothes for a month and wash the dishes for a month."

Xia Meng has been at Xia's house for a while, and Guo Cuihong has some understanding of Xia Meng. She feels that Xia Meng's words don't seem to be lying to her.

so what?

Guo Cuihong said with a cold face, "She has gone to school."

"Oh," Xia Meng said in a casual tone, "It doesn't matter, just leave the dishes and chopsticks for now, and let her clean them up after she gets off school."

Guo Cuihong immediately went berserk, "If you don't wash the pots and dishes, how can you cook at noon?"

Xia Meng chuckled, with a hint of schadenfreude in his smile.

"I'm not at home for lunch anyway, so what does it have to do with me?"

Guo Cuihong was immediately turned upside down in anger.

"Mom, Mom," Xia Bingqing ran over quickly, "Don't be angry, I'll take care of it."

Guo Cuihong took a deep breath, stared at Xia Meng with her eyes, and squeezed out two words from her mouth, "No need!"

After saying that, he gently pushed Xia Bingqing away and said, "Go to work."

Xia Bingqing turned around and looked at Xia Meng with a wry smile.

"Xiaomeng, actually... you don't have to be so hostile to us," Xia Bingqing's tone was sincere, and her expression was unprecedentedly sincere.

"We are a family!"

"In the past... we did something bad. We have seriously reflected on our mistakes. I hope we can get along well in the future."

"Well," Xia Meng's smile was as bright as the morning sun, "I believe you..." What a ghost!

Dogs can't stop eating shit. The mother and daughter didn't know what bad idea they were planning, but they were slowly taking care of them.

"Great!"

Xia Bingqing smiled happily and stretched out her hand towards Xia Meng.

"I hope we can get along well in the future."

"Well," Xia Meng gently shook hands with Xia Bingqing.

Xia Bingqing suggested that Xia Meng should bring some clothes, because sometimes rehearsals are too late and she may need to stay in the dormitory.

Xia Meng carried a small package and rode Xia Bingqing's bicycle to the cultural station.

But what they didn't expect was that Tian Li greeted them as soon as they entered the cultural station.

A smile appeared on Xia Bingqing's face, "Captain!"

Tian Li walked around her directly, as if she didn't see her, and walked up to Xia Meng with excitement on her face.

"Oh, Xiao Meng," Tian Li held Xia Meng's hand enthusiastically, her eyes full of expectation.

"You're here, I'm waiting for you!"

Tian Li's excessive enthusiasm made Xia Meng feel uncomfortable and quietly pull out her hand, "Sorry, I'm late."

"No, no," Tian Li took the package Xia Meng was carrying, "Let's go to the lobby first. When the rehearsal is over, I will accompany you to check in!"

Xia Meng, "Hey."

The three of them entered the hall. As soon as they entered the hall, Xia Meng heard a burst of majestic, magnificent and moving music.

This music seems to incorporate complex and vivid human nature, anger, tragedy, helplessness, pain, despair...

Listening to this music is like watching a vivid movie, and people can't help but feel immersed in it.

Tian Li on the side introduced to Xia Meng,

"The show we perform this time is the first scene of "The Red Detachment of Women."

Although Xia Meng had never seen this ballet in her previous life, she had heard of its name.

This ballet is based on a true story:

The story takes place in Hainan Island in the 1930s.

The dance drama tells the story of Qionghua, a maid who escaped from the bully Nanba Tianfu. With the help of our party representative Hong Changqing, she gradually transformed from a bitter and resentful rural girl into a woman soldier with firm communist beliefs. The warrior process.