After Fu Jingchen wrote about the issues that his mother was most concerned about, he also wrote in detail about Fu Haitang's joining the art troupe.
After he finished writing, Jiang Yuman added something at the end of the letter, saying that the day they received the letter was the day they went to take the photos.
"It will take a week for the letter to arrive. You will take a week off to take us out. The timing is just right."
Jiang Yuman folded the letter and said, "I'll show it to Haitang tomorrow and send it after she finishes writing."
Hearing this, Fu Jingchen moved closer and looked at her with a smile.
The coldness and seriousness of the day have faded away, and the black eyes in front of him are full of smiles, as if he could kiss her in the next second.
Jiang Yuman raised her head and looked at him, without any intention of dodging.
The bright smile on her lips makes people feel itchy.
It was not until Fu Jingchen got closer that he slowly backed away and put his hand between the two of them, "What are you thinking about? It's time to change the quilt!"
Fu Jingchen's smile remained unchanged. He put Xiaoyi in his arms on the bed, and he and Jiang Yuman changed the quilt one after another.
After changing to a clean quilt cover, each person pulls the two corners and straightens them together.
Xiaoyi sat on the bed and looked left and right, eyes full of curiosity.
After watching for a while, he saw his mother grabbing the four corners of the quilt. He mistakenly thought that she was playing a game with him, so he quickly crawled onto all fours to the middle of the quilt.
Lying on it, babbling with excitement.
Jiang Yuman and Fu Jingchen looked at each other, and they raised their hands higher in tacit understanding. The quilt wrapped Xiaoyi in the middle and swayed like a swing.
He laughed out loud, and his clear laughter instantly filled the whole room.
It was rare to see him so happy, Jiang Yuman and Fu Jingchen deliberately played with him for a while longer.
When we stopped later, he was very unhappy.
He slept between his mother and dad. He was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. He kept patting the quilt covering his body and calling "Mom and Dad".
"Go to sleep quickly," Jiang Yuman patted him, "Change the quilt next time, and mom and dad will play with you again."
Xiao Yi fell asleep humming.
Seeing him like this, the couple smiled at each other.
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The next day, when Jiang Yuman got up, Fu Jingchen had already gone to the training ground.
On the bedside table was the breakfast he had brought back from the cafeteria early in the morning.
Thinking about the agreement made yesterday, Jiang Yuman went out after breakfast, taking the script and the letter.
In the art troupe's office.
Director Su and Yang Yun were thinking about the theme of the musical.
Since last night, the two have been worried about the plot of the script.
There were several pieces of scribbled paper on the table, all of which were ideas that they had come up with but were not approved.
Yang Yun said tentatively: "Captain, why don't we call the Propaganda Department? They will definitely have a solution."
"Wait a little longer."
Director Su rubbed his brows and said, "Ji Fangshu is just waiting to see the joke of the art troupe. What good script will she give us?"
Yang Yun sighed, this was indeed the case.
Ji Fangshu and Director Su have been at odds for many years. Her Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe has a good script this time and they are eager to trample the art troupe under their feet. How could she possibly help?
I am desperate and trying all kinds of methods. I am completely confused.
But writing a script requires inspiration, and it’s not something you can just force yourself to write.
Thinking of this, Yang Yun stopped talking about the Propaganda Department and asked, "So what should we do now?"
Captain Su and Yang Yun did not sleep all night. They discussed for so long but still had no ideas. She had now given up hope of writing a good script.
"How about this," she looked at Yang Yun, "I remember you gave me a script before, which is barely suitable for this performance. I'll go back and get it, and you can revise it based on that."
Yang Yun pursed her lips. She also had an impression of that script.
The framework is general.
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