"Don't be polite to me." Su Wenzheng smiled and waved her hand.
She thought to herself, what the hell is this?
The 22nd Division's literary troupe is now under the jurisdiction of the war zone. If they can struggle, they will be under the jurisdiction of the political department or even the headquarters. At that time, as a screenwriter teacher, Jiang Yuman will be awarded a military rank by the army and will be specially equipped with an orderly.
Of course, this ideal is still too far away, and it is also the most ambitious goal of every art troupe, but Su Wenzheng did not say it out loud.
"That's right, why are you being polite?" Yang Yun pinched Fu Siyi's little hand, "We can watch it together."
"Sister, you have already taken care of me a lot." Jiang Yuman said this from the bottom of her heart.
Since the military district competition began, Yang Yun and Zhuang Wanbai have always taken Xiao Yi with them, especially Yang Yun.
She didn't treat Xiaoyi as her own son, but at least she did her best for him.
Thinking about this, Jiang Yuman sighed in her heart: Thanks to these comrades in the Wenyu Group, there will be a new day.
Hearing his mother talking, Xiaoyi raised his head and looked at Yang Yun intently, and suddenly said, "Sister."
The voice was so clear that several people were stunned.
After a moment, Yang Yun laughed and touched his face, "Xiao Yi, your mother calls me sister, you have to call me aunt."
"Sister." Xiaoyi seemed to have heard it and called out again.
Every woman can’t resist being called young, and Yang Yun is no exception. She can’t stop smiling.
After laughing enough, she reached out and touched his little head, "Hey, why are you so lovable?"
She was in her thirties and had been promoted a long time ago, but she had never been married. Looking at Xiaoyi at this moment, she actually felt that it would be nice to have a child.
"He's not as sweet-talking as his father." Su Wenzheng looked at Jiang Yuman and said, "He's more like you."
Even if the Fu family moved away later, she knew Fu Jingchen's temperament and he had been cold since childhood.
Hearing this, Jiang Yumen raised the corners of her mouth but said nothing.
To outsiders, this seems like a default.
Actually, it is not the case.
Jiang Yuman knew very well that Fu Jingchen was very frugal with words in front of outsiders, but at home, he did everything he should do and said everything he should say.
Maybe Xiaoyi is not unlike his father, he is just like his father in front of his mother.
The atmosphere among the group was joyful.
Wen Xin was forced to listen in on something she couldn't say a word about, and felt very uncomfortable.
It was not easy for them to calm down, so she quickly found an excuse and left.
Seeing her sigh, Yang Yun said, "I've never felt that three months is so long."
"Even the 19th Division will be gone for ten days. How long is three months?" Su Wenzheng comforted.
After hearing this, Yang Yun was reluctantly comforted and nodded.
"Okay, it's okay. Go and inform the girls to get ready. Don't be too busy now. Don't be late when the car comes tomorrow."
"T."
The three of them took Xiaoyi out of the office.
Before the training, the female soldiers of the Cultural Corps knew that they would go to the 19th Division for a performance the next day.
This was not their first performance, so they already knew what to bring and hurried back to wash and pack.
Zhuang Wanbai was standing in the back, watching Yang Yun rummaging through the cabinet in the corner of the training room. She was very curious, "What are you looking for?"
"Hasn't the draft of the script I wrote before been placed here?" Yang Yun wondered, "I opened the drawer to get something one day, only to find that it was gone."
"Ask Teacher Yuman if she put it away?" Zhuang Wanbai said casually.
"Forget it. Anyway, I applied to the General Political Department's Literature Group before and it didn't pass."
Yang Yun stood up and said, "Come on, go back and rest first. We have to get up early tomorrow."
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