Song ran happily returned home, thinking about director Li's account of her affairs. From tomorrow on, she will go to the arts and crafts troupe to report. First give her a week's inspection period, and then decide to go or stay after a week. She has to perform well.

When she came back home, Wu Ma welcomed her and said, "just now, the battalion commander Gu called for you."

Song ran responded lightly: "I know."

"Commander Gu left a phone call and asked you to go back to him when you came back."

Song ran took the note and hummed, "who wants to call him back?"

Wu Ma looked at her with a smile and said, "it's rare. Do you have a conflict with camp manager Gu?"

Song ran picked eyebrows: "since the task, let him be at ease to carry out the task, I will not call to disturb him."

Song ran covered his aching cheek, ate a little and went upstairs.

Gu Jingxing in the northwest military area command room left and right wait for less than people, looking at the time is too late, he left with a faint loss.

Song Ran is excited at the moment. He has no time to take care of Gu Jingxing. He thinks about how to perform well when he enters the literary industry group tomorrow.

In addition, she has not told the family about this. If her sister and her father know about it, will they strongly oppose it?

It's better to hide it from them. At least when you become a formal member of the art troupe, it's time to cook cooked rice. It's useless for them to object.

The next day, song ran got up early in the morning. At breakfast, Song Guoqing also asked her, "since it's a holiday, I'll sleep a little more. It's so cold. Why do you get up so early?"

People happy spirit, song ran toothache is much better, she perfunctory way: "Oh, with Lisheng about to go out to play."

Song Guoqing nodded: "well, you can play, don't play too crazy, you know? Go home early in the evening. I'm old. I'm not even outside. "

Song Xuan also said, "it's true that at the end of the year, many social loafers plan to steal a sum of money in these two days to go home for the new year. Do you hear that?"

Song ran nodded as if pounding garlic: "heard, heard."

After breakfast, song ran Xing rushed to the literary troupe. Before the gate of the literary troupe was opened, she stood at the gate outside the courtyard, waiting for the gatekeeper to open the door with a smile on her face.

The gatekeeper came with director Li. Song ran quickly handed over the cup: "director Li, I'll bring you some sweet soup."

Director Li looked at her with a cold face: "do a good job. Don't try to corrode me with small favors. I don't want to eat this set."

Song ran drew back his hand and said, "I will do well in my work."

"What sweet soup do you bring?"

Song ran quickly handed over the thermos cup: "red bean wine egg soup."

"Oh, this delicious food is delicious. Director Li likes to eat wine. I'll take it to Director Li's office for you."

Song ran said with a smile, "please."

The gatekeeper happily carried the thermos cup into an ivory white building on the left.

Director Li's tone is still not good: "don't take it in the future, you know?"

Song ran was admitted by her. If she accepted her small favor again, wouldn't it be a reason for others? It's not good for the little girl's reputation.

Song ran nodded solemnly: "I know the director."

She wanted to bring something to eat on the first day to express her gratitude to the director, but she didn't think about Zhou Xiang.