Since both of them could read, Ye Wanying simply gave them the script for the crosstalk performance to read themselves, and then let them practice on their own to find their stage presence.
But a typhoon?
Sister-in-law Xu forced a smile: "Commander's wife, what kind of typhoon is this?"
"You are now like actors, and an actor's stage presence is an important part of creating a vivid character."
When you first appear on stage, you've already revealed your stage presence, leaving a crucial first impression on the audience and capturing their attention—that's stage presence.
Ye Wanying's explanation helped the two of them slowly figure it out, though they were still a little unsure.
"Keep it up, practice hard, you can do it!"
"Alright, then I'll take the commander's good wishes."
After thanking each other, Sister Xu and Sister Lei officially began studying the script.
However, Sister Feng, who sings Peking Opera, had already started practicing on her own and even brought two audience members to be her judges.
When Ye Wanying walked over, she had already sung more than half of "Stealing the Imperial Horse".
"The purple Heavenly King holds up the pagoda, the green demon fights the yaksha; the golden Monkey King, the silver monster, the gray elf, laughing heartily..."
"Stop, stop, stop, no, it's not right, it's all off-key in the end."
"Also, they are gray elves, not scarlet elves."
The two judges that Sister Feng found herself were really serious; they stopped the proceedings as soon as they found something wrong.
Ye Wanying didn't interfere here. She had already seen the familiar little figure at the door and couldn't help but walk over with a smile.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly as he approached.
Upon hearing this, the little one sniffed and hugged his mother's legs tightly: "Tuanzi misses Mommy."
That's true. It's almost 5 p.m. now, and the mother and son haven't seen each other since the baby was packed up and sent to his father this morning.
He picked up his pitiful son from the ground: "You came alone? Where's your father?"
The little boy buried his head in his mother's neck and said in a muffled voice, "Behind." How could Commander Gao let the little boy run around alone?
If it weren't for the little guy being so restless in the office that he wanted to leave, Commander Gao wouldn't have left work so early, which is quite unusual for him. He simply couldn't bear to see the little guy crying like that.
When the little boy was brought over, he happened to run into the quartermaster, so the little boy was told to go inside and find his mother. Who knew that this ungrateful little thing would actually tattle on someone!
Ye Wanying naturally saw the man chatting with the quartermaster not far away, and couldn't help but smile, gently tapping her son's forehead with her hand:
"Hmm, have you been naughty again?"
Tuanzi immediately shook her head: "No, Mommy, I wasn't naughty." Her little face showed that she really believed her.
Gao Dan also came over at this time, obviously having finished talking with the quartermaster.
"very tired?"
As soon as the person approached, he asked.
How could I not be tired, with so much to do?
Even with soldiers around, there's always something to worry about; it's exhausting, not to mention anything else.
"Mmm!" she nodded, her expression and demeanor exactly the same as when the little dumpling in her arms was being affectionate.
"Are you tired and still carrying him? Put him down." This little guy must weigh at least 20 pounds.
Yes, that's right, Commander Gao was just complaining that his stupid son was too heavy!
"Cough, it's alright, it's alright. I can still carry you. In two years, I won't be able to carry you anymore." As she spoke, she bounced the soft little person in her arms.
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