If I guessed correctly, this time the head of the art troupe, Su, came over specially to inform us that there were changes in the script.

She was afraid that the female soldiers would completely lose confidence when they heard the news, so she came specifically to boost their morale.

But unfortunately, Mr. Wenxin's script is a booster for everyone. Without the cardiotonic, no one's words will work.

For this reason, Captain Su stayed here for three full days. Before leaving, he handed over the new script to Director Yang Yunyang.

This was an important turning point in the decline of the art troupe.

It is true that Yang Yun can write musicals, but how can a rushed finished product compare to the masterpiece that Teacher Wen Xin has spent three years meticulously crafting?

The success or failure between the two can be traced from here.

Thinking about this, Jiang Yuman was lost in thought.

"Sister-in-law, do you want to eat so little?" Seeing her put down her chopsticks, Fu Haitang asked openly.

After hearing this, Fu Jingchen looked over.

Jiang Yuman had something on her mind, so she said, "I haven't had much of an appetite lately. Haitang, you've lost weight, eat more."

"How come I have no stomach?" Fu Haitang was puzzled.

She has been exercising a lot recently, and she is always very hungry, so she never loses her stomach.

"Maybe it's too hot. You guys take your time eating. I'll go in first."

Jiang Yuman was thinking about something, so after she finished speaking, she got up and went back to the house, found a pen and paper, and sat at the table.

Captain Su would only stay in the 10th Division for three days, and Jiang Yuman had already made up her mind that she must write the script within these three days.

Teacher Wenxin has just handed the script to the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe. If Director Su can finalize her script, the two troupes will have about the same amount of time to practice dancing.

Holding the pen and looking at the blank piece of paper on the table, Jiang Yuman seemed to be back in the course of the year and wrote the first word with enthusiasm.

I haven’t written for a long time, and I was a little hesitant at the beginning.

But after she became comfortable with writing, she became more and more adept at it, having read excellent script analyses, watched musicals, and systematically studied knowledge.

I wrote for quite a while.

Immersed in his own world, he didn't even hear the sound of Fu Jingchen walking in.

Fu Jingchen saw his wife writing something, so he didn't disturb her and put the son on the bed.

As soon as he was released, Xiao Yi groaned twice and opened his eyes in a daze.

Fu Jingchen reached out and patted him. He turned over and closed his eyes. His little nose twitched, and he soon fell asleep.

From Fu Jingchen's perspective, the girl's eyelashes are thick and dense, and her profile is plump. She is as cute as she can be.

He supported himself on the bed with his hands and looked at it for a while, then walked to the table.

"When did you come in?" Jiang Yuman looked up at him.

"Just now," Fu Jingchen glanced at the letter paper on her desk, and then fixed his eyes on her face, "Writing a letter?"

"No," Jiang Yuman didn't intend to hide it from him, "it's a musical script."

"Why did you suddenly think of writing this?"

Of course Fu Jingchen knew what this was. Every year during military competitions or festivals, the army would organize musical performances.

This program requires not only an exciting story but also profound ideas. It is the highlight of the military district performance every year.

"Just write something."

Jiang Yuman said: "I accompanied Haitang to the art troupe that day and heard about the musical, so I wrote down the story that I thought of."

Fu Jingchen thought that it was all his wife's interest, so he didn't mention the difficulty of the musical, and said, "Don't work too hard."

"I know."

Jiang Yuman turned around and continued writing. After writing half a page, she noticed that there was no movement around her, so she turned around to take a look.

Hao met Fu Jingchen's eyes.

It was obvious that the other party had been looking at him the whole time.

"Go to bed and rest," Jiang Yuman pointed at the bed, "Go and sleep with your son."

"I don't want to go to sleep." Fu Jingchen pursed his lips, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Jiang Yuman saw through it and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

"Um."

Fu Jingchen looked a little worried. "You said your stomach was not good recently. Is it... again?"

Jiang Yuman: “…” She thought the other party would ask her why she wrote the script.

I didn't know he had already thought of this.

"You think too much." Jiang Yuman glared at him. "I just said it casually. We were so careful, how could it happen?"

It's not that I have no stomach, it's that I'm pregnant. Besides, how old is Xiaoyi!

Hearing her say this, Fu Jingchen felt less worried.

The child is indeed very cute, but the wife has to endure such a painful process alone. He was already very satisfied that they had one child.

"You have already asked all the questions you wanted to ask. Hurry up and go to rest." Jiang Yuman waved her hand to send him away.

Seeing that she had no intention of resting with him, Fu Jingchen stood up helplessly and rested with his son.

After half an hour, he finished his rest and went out.

Jiang Yuman had already written more than a dozen pages. When she heard him moving, she looked up and said, "Let's go. Come back early in the evening."

Fu Jingchen, who was a little disappointed at first, was coaxed into submission in an instant, "Yeah."

After saying that, he put on his military cap and went out.

Watching his back as he left the room, Jiang Yuman secretly laughed. Looking at the table full of scripts, she felt even better and continued writing.

After spending most of the day, she finally finished writing the last word and put the pen cap back on.

At this time, there was a thick stack of papers on the table.

In this musical script, she conceived a plot that is most likely to resonate with everyone in the current era, and the entire content is in line with the military background.

Throughout the whole article, she wrote smoothly and with confidence.

Looking at the script, Jiang Yuman began to think about the opportunity to meet Captain Su.

At this time, the cultural troupe was filled with gloom and sorrow.

Except for Fu Haitang, the homes of other female soldiers were far away from here, and it was impossible for them to go home even if they were free to move around.

Either they were dancing in the practice room or they were talking in the dormitory.

But after hearing what everyone else had said, no one was in the mood to practice dancing.

"How could the Jiaoyang Dance Troupe do this! They actually stole Teacher Wenxin's script! There will be a military performance in three months, what are we going to do?"

Some people were indignant, "You are crazy about being famous, so shameless!"

Another female soldier bit her lip and said, "Speaking of this, Teacher Wenxin is responsible. She..."

Having said that, I am speechless.

Teacher Wenxin was well-known throughout the military region. Even their Captain Su had to address her as Teacher Wenxin when he saw her.

They were just ordinary female soldiers, so it was hard to blame such a senior and experienced person.

"Okay, now that we don't have Teacher Wenxin's book anymore, we can always find other scripts."

Jiang Wanxia jumped out at the right time to comfort her, "It's especially at times like this that we need to practice dancing. We're most afraid that someone won't be able to dance well and that will lower our overall dancing level."