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?"
Singing and dancing?
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?"
