After Fu Jingchen wrote about the issues that his parents were most concerned about, he also wrote in detail about Fu Haitang's joining the art troupe.
After he finished writing, Jiang Yuman added a message at the end of the letter, saying that the day they received the letter was the day they went to take pictures.
"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 fell away, and the black eyes in front of him were full of smiles, as if he could come to her in person 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.
Until Fu Jingchen got closer and closer, 꺳 slowly dodged back and stretched out his hand between the two of them, "What are you thinking about? It's time to change the quilt!"
Fu Jingchen's smile did not diminish. 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 around, eyes full of curiosity.
After watching for a while, he saw his parents holding a corner of the quilt. He mistakenly thought they were playing a game with him, so he quickly used all his limbs to crawl into the middle of the quilt.
Lying on the ground, babbling excitedly.
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 parents, 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, his wife looked at each other and smiled.
…
The next day, when Jiang Yuman got up, Fu Jingchen had already gone to the training ground.
Next to the bed was the breakfast he brought back from the cafeteria early in the morning.
Thinking about what they had agreed to do yesterday, after breakfast, Jiang Yuman went out with 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 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, how about we give the Propaganda Department a call? They will definitely have a solution."
"Wait a little longer."
Director Su rubbed his brows and said, "Ji Fangshu is waiting to see the joke of the art troupe. What good scripts will she give us?"
Yang Yun sighed, this was indeed the case.
Ji Fangshu and Director Su don't get along very well. Her Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe has a good script this time, and they are bound to trample the art troupe under their feet. How can I help?
I am desperate and trying all kinds of methods. I am completely confused.
But writing a script requires inspiration, not just forcing yourself to write it.
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 barely fits 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 frame is average.
Even if it is changed, the effect will not be too eye-catching.
But thinking about the tight time, the words of rejection rolled around on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back and agreed directly.
"Then I'll go back now." Hearing her agreement, Captain Su stood up by supporting himself on the table.
Before I could take a step, looking at the closed door, a person suddenly came to my mind.
Jiang Yuman seemed to have said yesterday that she would bring the script to her today.
Or wait for her?
"Captain, what's wrong?" Yang Yun couldn't help but ask when he saw Captain Su standing there in a daze.
"I'll wait before I go."
Thinking that there was no need to rush, Captain Su forced himself to sit down again. "Yesterday, a comrade said that she had a script in her hand and wanted to show it to me today."
"Oh? Who is it?" Yang Yun was curious.
"Knock, knock, knock--" The knocks on the door sounded almost at the same time as her voice.
Seeing Captain Su looking up at the office door, Yang Yun hurried over to open it.
Before opening the door, she was full of fantasies about the screenwriter teacher mentioned by Captain Su.
He should be about the same age as me, have strong mental qualities, and perhaps be well-known...
But these labels disappeared completely the moment she saw the young and beautiful Jiang Yuman standing at the door.
Yang Yun looked back and forth at her face, which was prettier than those of the female soldiers in the art troupe, and then looked at the child with delicate features in her arms.
For the first time, his usually gentle expression showed a trance.
It was Captain Su's voice that brought her back to her senses and dispelled her doubts that she had guessed wrong. "Comrade Jiang Yuman, please come in."
Coming back to her senses, Yang Yun also smiled and made way.
Jiang Yuman nodded politely to Yang Yun and walked in with her things, "Captain Su."
"Um."
Captain Su had already been attracted by the thick stack of manuscript paper in her hand. "Comrade Jiang Yuman, is that the script you mentioned yesterday?"
"right,"
Jiang Yuman nodded, "Captain Su, please take a look and see if this script meets your requirements."
After that, she put the script on the desk.
Captain Su picked up the script and began to read it slowly page by page.
At first she read quite quickly, but as she read further, she read more slowly and her frown deepened.
It's hard to tell from her face whether she's satisfied or not.
If anyone else were here, they would definitely doubt themselves.
But Jiang Yuman remained calm and composed.
Seeing her performance, Yang Yun couldn't help but look at her with admiration.
Ability is not determined by age.
In this way, Captain Su did not speak, and nothing else could be heard in the office except the sound of shuffling papers.
After a long while, she finished reading the last page.
After carefully putting the stack of papers away, she took off her glasses and looked at Jiang Yuman, her eyes full of seriousness, "Comrade Jiang Yuman, did you write this script independently?"
"certainly."
Jiang Yuman picked up the pen and quickly wrote a line of words.
Although the handwriting is a little sloppy because of holding the child, it can still be seen that the words on Japanese paper 껗 were written by the same person.
This is undoubtedly the most powerful proof.
Captain Su nodded, and there was no more contempt in his eyes when he looked at her. "What's the name of this script?"
Jiang Yuman also looked at her, "Passionate youth."
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