The panic of the play being robbed enveloped everyone. If resentment was a tangible gas, this small dormitory would have been filled with it.
Jiang Wanxia was very satisfied with everyone's performance, and she even said hypocritically: "I was also worried when I heard it, because I was afraid that it would delay everyone's training progress."
After Wei Qing's incident, everyone had a knot in their hearts, and she had the opportunity to resolve it this time.
The others were just as she thought. They were touched and said, "We can't help it. Wanxia, you dance so well. The lead dancer this time will definitely be chosen from you and Wei Qing."
Jiang Wanxia is a good dancer, so I’m definitely not worried about herself, I’m worried about them.
Thinking of this, everyone had a much better impression of her.
If you think about it carefully, the best dancers in the art troupe are Wei Qing and Jiang Wanxia. Wei Qing is not from their dormitory, so they really shouldn't be prejudiced against Jiang Wanxia because of her.
"Not necessarily." Jiang Wanxia smiled, "Everyone is very good."
After she said this, everyone felt even more guilty and started to say a lot of good things about her.
When they had their afternoon training, they naturally exaggerated these things.
Before Fu Haitang came to the art troupe, there were several versions of speculation about her in the classics.
On the other hand, the person involved was completely unaware.
Because she had to go to the art troupe the next day, Fu Haitang put away her clothes that night and helped Jiang Yuman with the work.
While the aunt and sister-in-law were cooking, Fu Siyi sat on a stool beside them, with his chubby little hands on both sides, waving excitedly from time to time.
When Fu Jingchen came in from the door, Jiang Yuman and the others were busy with their backs to the door. Because there was no movement, they did not hear the movement behind them.
"Mmm!" Xiaoyi pointed at the door and kept talking.
As he grew older, he would often make noises, but Jiang Yuman did not turn her head.
Fu Haitang was talking to her sister-in-law, so of course she didn't care.
Fu Jingchen came over.
A magical scene just happened.
As soon as he got to Xiaoyi, the fat boy, who was chewing his fingers, blinked his big eyes, stared at him, and suddenly said:
"Dad, ah ah, Dad!"
These two words are very clear.
For a moment, Fu Jingchen's hands that were about to hug him stopped.
Jiang Yuman and Fu Haitang also paused and turned their heads to look.
Fu Haitang was surprised and said: "Xiaoyi, what did you just say!"
Those who don’t know may have learned it from Xiaoyi, just like her.
"Xiaoyi, what are you asking me?" Fu Jingchen also bent down, his eyes slightly excited.
Fu Siyi didn't pay attention to his mother and aunt. He looked up at his father in front of him and repeated, "Ba, Dad, Dad!"
The more you talk, the clearer it becomes!
Fu Jingchen felt an indescribable joy in his heart. Looking at the little face in front of him that looked like his own, he couldn't help it anymore and hugged him.
Xiaoyi laughed with his arms outstretched. He loved it the most when someone held him and flew like this.
Sometimes I would get so excited that I would say the word "gray".
It’s a pity that he’s not even one year old yet, and most of the time he just laughs.
The baby's clear laughter echoed in the yard, and the atmosphere in the whole yard was warm.
Jiang Yuman looked at this scene with a smile on her face.
"This kid just can't keep secrets. He can't wait to see you when you just came back."
Fu Jingchen's eyes were warm, "Did you teach him?"
He has been taking care of his son since he was born. It would be a lie to say that he doesn't have deep feelings for his son.
His emotions are reserved, but that doesn't mean he has a hard heart.
Besides, no matter how hard-hearted a person is, when he hears that his child is the father, his heart will instantly soften.
"Of course,"
Jiang Yuman raised her eyebrows. "Otherwise, when did he become so talented? How could he be self-taught?"
When a child learns to speak, he needs an adult to teach him all the time. Fu Jingchen usually doesn't teach his father at all, so she is the only one who does it.
"I know."
Fu Jingchen held Xiaoyi and walked to her side, "Thank you."
Not only thank her for teaching the child, but most importantly thank her for making him a father.
The man in front of me had deep eyes filled with deep emotion.
Jiang Yuman glanced at Fu Haitang who was standing next to her, turned her outstretched hand, and patted the dust off his shoulder.
Fu Haitang instantly realized that he had become a light bulb, and tactfully entered the room.
Seeing her come in, Fu Siyi shouted in a loud voice: "Toot, toot."
While speaking, he moved his hands and feet together like an octopus.
Fu Haitang didn't even turn his head.
In the yard, Fu Jingchen could of course do nothing but follow his wife around.
But he enjoyed helping pass things from time to time.
He was a scout, and he could tell if Jiang Yuman was looking at something for a second, and if he couldn't open his mouth, he would help pass it to her.
In other words, Xiang Lifeng didn't know that he had revealed this matter, otherwise, he would definitely be heartbroken and ask him what kind of magic potion he drank.
Jiang Yuman took the things and turned her head slightly, and she could see that both the father and son were looking at her.
Fu Jingchen was fine, but Fu Siyi was too young. Whenever he saw her, he would flutter his hands and feet and laugh like a little duck.
One is big and the other is small. The big one is cool and handsome, while the small one is lively and loving.
Looking at Haitang's room, she saw that the door was closed. Jiang Yuman pointed to her cheek.
Fu Jingchen understood, lowered his head and kissed her.
Xiaoyi's eyes rolled around, very confused.
…
that's all,
Since he started to meet his father, Xiaoyi seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians, and slowly, he became more and more accurate.
Only the two words "Dudu" have not made any progress at all.
In addition to the baby's poor pitch, the most important reason was that Fu Haitang went to the art troupe. He saw his aunt less often and his pronunciation was not accurate.
Fu Haitang had just joined the art troupe, and everything had to be practiced from the basics, so he had no time to go home.
She had just returned after five days away, so Jiang Yuman specially prepared a meal for her. Seeing that she didn't eat much, she asked, "Why don't you eat more?"
In just five days, I have lost so much weight.
"Full."
Fu Haitang hugged Xiaoyi and buried his head in his chest, making him laugh.
"When you're not at home, he looks around here and there as soon as he wakes up."
Jiang Yuman said, "I loved you at first, but now I guess you have forgotten."
"Ah? Xiaoyi, have you forgotten me?" Fu Haitang became anxious when he heard this. He taught for a long time until he heard his nephew muttering.
In the afternoon, Fu Jingchen came back and saw his sister, and asked, "Why are you free to come back today?"
"The leader of the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe is here. The director and choreographer are busy receiving him, so we are free to move around." Fu Haitang said
Is the leader of the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe coming?
Hearing this, Jiang Yuman knew that the opportunity had come.
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