Ji Ping said, "Your acting is really amazing. You can't tell it's your first time acting."
"Maybe it's because I've loved acting since I was little?" Zheng Jing laughed and couldn't help but joke with him, "My mom said I was the most vain girl in our compound since I was little. Even at a young age, I'd wear her flowery dresses and play house wedding games with others."
"Maybe there is a reason for this." Ji Ping said cooperatively.
He laughed: "You act so well, have you ever considered becoming an actor in the future?"
"Becoming an actor? Hahaha, I'd like to consider it, but..." Zheng Jing shrugged helplessly: "But I've already gone to the countryside, and with the current policy, I don't know when I can come back. So, there's nothing I can do."
"Sorry." Ji Ping knew what he said, and there was some apology in his eyes.
"It's okay, this is the truth." Zheng Jing curled the corners of her lips, as if she didn't care at all.
She turned to look at Ji Ping with a hint of anticipation in her eyes and asked, "Comrade Ji Ping, will this movie be shown in theaters in the future? This may be the only movie I'll ever act in, and I want my family to see it."
Ji Ping thought for a moment and replied, "Probably. The studio hasn't had many films planned in recent years, and this one is one of the few that has received approval. If everything goes well, it should be released within two years."
"That's too much."
Zheng Jing looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. She quickly stood up and said, "Comrade Ji Ping, it's getting late. I should go home."
"I send you."
Zheng Jing wanted to refuse, but Ji Ping had already stood up and walked out the door, so the words of refusal circled in Zheng Jing's mouth and she had to swallow them back.
"Well, thank you for your help."
Coming out of the Little Red Building, Zheng Jing pushed a bicycle and went out with Ji Ping.
Arriving at the film studio gate, Zheng Yujing got on her bicycle and waved to Ji Ping. "Thank you for coming today. I'm glad to be here. Comrade Ji Ping, goodbye."
"Wait a minute." Ji Ping suddenly called her.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Jing leaned on the ground with her legs and looked at him. "Is there anything else?"
Ji Ping's eyes were hesitant, and he rubbed his hands together nervously. After a while, he spoke with difficulty: "Comrade Jing, I am very happy to meet you as a friend. When you go to Songjiang, can we communicate with each other?"
Zheng Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Of course. As a friend."
"That's great!" Ji Ping said happily, "I will write to you and hope to receive your reply."
Zheng Jing nodded: "I will. Goodbye, Comrade Ji Ping."
After saying that, Zheng Yujing waved to him, got on her bike, and left the film studio.
Ji Ping smiled and watched her leave until she was out of sight, then he turned around and went back to the factory.
Zheng Jingjing was in a particularly good mood today after watching the movie she starred in. Specifically, when she went to the bookstore to buy comic books for her younger brother Sheng, in addition to buying him The Three Strikes on the White Bone Demon, she also bought him The True and False Monkey King.
When Zheng Yujing got home, before she even parked the car, her younger brother Yusheng rushed out of the house impatiently, "Sister! Sister! Did you buy me the comic book?"
"I bought it." Zheng Jing handed the book to him. Sheng took it and read it, then jumped for joy. "Three Strikebacks on the White Bone Demon! The True and False Monkey King!!"
"Sister! You actually bought me two copies!!!"
"So pretty, so pretty!" Jing danced with joy, "Sister, you are so pretty! Long live sister!"
Zheng Jing chuckled: "What if Sister doesn't want to sweep the floor today?"
"I'll sweep!" Sheng immediately said, "Sister, I'll sweep the floor today!"
A comic book cost 20 cents in exchange for a little helper, and both the brother and sister were very happy.
Zheng Jingjing's mother didn't care about the siblings' little thoughts. No matter who swept the floor, as long as it was swept clean for her, it was fine.
She leaned out of the kitchen and said to Zheng Yujing, "Yujing, Chunyi came to your house this morning to ask what day you plan to go to Songjiang. She wanted to set a date early and buy the train tickets early. She was afraid that if she was late, she wouldn't be able to buy a suitable ticket."
"I'm not sure yet." Zheng Jingjing said, "I forgot to tell you that Aunt Feng is going with us this time. Uncle Qin works at the Ministry of Railways, so he might be able to help with the ticket issue."
"Are the Aunt Feng and Uncle Qin you mentioned Yun Qiao's father?" asked Zheng Yujing's mother.
Yunqiao asked Jing to bring them some mountain products, which they ate during the Chinese New Year. They tasted especially delicious when stewed with meat. It was rare for Jing to have a friend who would remember to send them something, so the whole family had a good impression of Yunqiao.
Zheng Jing nodded: "Yes."
"Since we all know each other, it's only natural for us to accompany each other on the journey," Zheng Jingjing's mother said. "You can ask them some other day and set a time and buy the tickets earlier so you don't have to rush when the time comes. Although Yun Qiao's father works at the Ministry of Railways, it's not an easy job for anyone, so some connections are worth having if you can."
"Yes." Zheng Jing agreed: "Then I'll go over and ask tomorrow."
The next day, Zheng Jing went to the Ministry of Railways staff quarters to find Feng Juan and ask about the departure date.
When Feng Juan saw her, she quickly extended her hand and beckoned her over to look at the fabric. "Jing, come and take a look at this piece of material. Do you like the pattern? Do you think it would be suitable as a swaddle for Yun Qiao's baby?"
The material in Feng Juan's hand was a piece of pure cotton cloth with small rose patterns printed on it on a white background. It didn't feel particularly soft.
Zheng Yujing didn't know much about the material, so she said it directly: "Look at the material, it feels a bit hard to the touch."
"Pure cotton materials are like this. They become soft after washing twice," Feng Juan explained.
Zheng Jing nodded. "That's quite nice. Pure cotton is breathable and absorbs sweat. This kind of material is perfect for making a blanket."
"Well, then use this piece of material to make a quilt. If there are any leftovers, you can make a bellyband for the child." Feng Juan said, "Aunt Feng is quick. She can still make it before we die."
Zheng Yujing took the opportunity to ask, "Aunt Feng, what's our group number?"
Of course Feng Juan wanted to get back together as quickly as possible. She hadn't seen Yun Qiao for more than half a year and she missed him especially at this moment.
However, Feng Juan also knew that she couldn't just consider herself when making a decision. Since Jing only had one home leave a year, she had to listen to Jing.
Feng Juan then asked, "Jing, when does your home visit leave end?"
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