When Gu Lingling went in, she saw three people sitting at the table directly in front of her. Two of them in Chinese tunics she didn’t recognize, but the other was their village chief, Gu Tongzhou.
The elegant woman in the middle must be the leader of the dance troupe, Fu Jing.
Being in the arts, her aura and demeanor are truly different.
"Do you have any special skills?" asked a young woman next to Fu Jing, in an official tone, "Like dancing, singing, anything like that?"
Of course, it was about those, and she couldn’t do either.
Gu Lingling replied honestly.
Besides, in this era, even food and clothing are issues, which rural family has the means to let their children learn these things?
Of course, people like He Yue, who are naturally talented, are exceptions.
"It’s okay if you can’t." Fu Jing said with a gentle smile, "You went to school, right? Can you help us read a piece of writing here?"
She motioned for a woman nearby to pass a piece of paper to Gu Lingling.
The words were very simple; even a second or third grader could read them. It was a catchy little ditty. Gu Lingling nodded and started reading.
After finishing, she handed the paper back, without much to say.
It was just like being called on by a language teacher to read a passage.
Fu Jing suddenly became more interested.
This kid was just too amusing. Either she didn’t want to join the dance troupe, or she really had strong nerves and wasn’t nervous at all.
In Fu Jing’s view, this child seemed to have both traits.
"What else can you do?" Fu Jing asked.
"Does cooking count?" Gu Lingling asked naively.
Fu Jing laughed, this girl was really something.
"Is it tasty?" Fu Jing asked.
Gu Lingling looked at Fu Jing dumbly. Could it be they wanted to recruit her into the dance troupe for cooking?
But it’s a dance troupe, are they thinking of bringing her on just to cook?
The village chief, Gu Tongzhou, almost covered his eyes.
Oh Lingling, usually such a smart kid, why is she saying such silly things today?
"This kid’s handwriting is quite good." Afraid Gu Lingling might say something even more outlandish, Gu Tongzhou hurriedly spoke up.
"Good handwriting?" Fu Jing’s eyes lit up.
But the girl sitting next to her only smirked mockingly.
How good could the handwriting of a rural girl be? Saying this wasn’t afraid of being laughed at?
But as the leader, Fu Jing didn’t think this way, she quickly asked for paper and pen for Gu Lingling, "Just write anything."
Gu Lingling was a bit helpless.
Village chief uncle, does it have to be ?
"Leader, isn’t this... not quite right?" the girl next to her hesitated, "Even if she writes well, that’s not part of our recruitment criteria."
Gu Lingling unobtrusively assessed the girl. She was very beautiful, with an ethereal look, but her arrogant and dismissive demeanor dulled her charm.
"I almost forgot, Meng Feifei also has good handwriting." Fu Jing said with a soft smile, "Girl, don’t worry, it’s okay if it’s not good."
She’s just very interested in this girl, what’s the matter?
Gu Lingling didn’t care what was between these two people. She just saw the scornful look Meng Feifei gave her, so she had to write this.
So what if I’m from the countryside?
If you look back a few generations, everyone’s family originally came from the countryside.