Gently leaning on her husband's shoulder, Song Yi gradually felt relieved, but she still said softly, "I'm sorry, husband, maybe it was too good to eat at lunch, which makes me want to sleep when I am quiet now.

There is a way of going back to school, and this is the time to take a nap at this point in the afternoon."

Qi Yuncheng gently patted his wife's side twice with his palm, and said with a smile: "It's okay, go to sleep! It's the same as listening to it as a lullaby."

"Yeah! I'll try to stay awake."

Song Yi closed his eyes as he spoke, but even after closing them, his consciousness was still awake and he was still listening to the performance.

Qi Yuncheng also turned his attention away from his wife and returned to the stage, and began to appreciate it seriously.

Although it might be rude to the actors to sleep during the performance, the wife couldn't help it, and she couldn't understand it well, so she came with her completely.

Then just pay double attention to yourself.

Fortunately, their seats are not in the first row, but in the third row, so they should not be noticed by others.

So Suzhou Pingtan performed one after another. When an old gentleman came on stage holding a small sanxian, his eyes suddenly lit up.

This gentleman, Yun Zheyue, has such a beautiful voice. When he sings, I feel great and admire him from the bottom of his heart.

As for Yun Zhe Yue, it is because of his poor condition that his voice is not clear and transparent. In fact, he can see the beauty in the dimness. He can sing it hundreds of times and it is full of charm and has a different kind of charm.

This voice is amazing.

Qi Yuncheng suddenly wanted to talk to his wife, after all, he was very excited.

But when he turned his head, he saw that his wife had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Sleeping beautifully, with a pair of beautiful eyes closed, peaceful and quiet, not to mention the moon-shy beauty, it is also the most amazing face in my heart.

His whole life seemed to have stopped at her.

There is no other way, just sleep well.

Being able to fall asleep during this kind of performance also represents the beauty and melodiousness of this kind of folk art.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have fallen asleep so quickly.

But then it becomes a little troublesome, because I have to take care of my sleeping daughter-in-law while admiring it, and after all, I still don’t want to wake her up.

As soon as I woke up, I felt that it was my fault.

Thanks to my wife, she didn't sleep from beginning to end. She slept through two or three programs and woke up in about an hour.

After waking up, I rubbed my eyes, picked up my phone and instinctively took a few pictures silently.

"You're taking pictures right after you wake up?" Qi Yuncheng laughed in amusement.

"We agreed to take pictures of Lanlan! How long has it been now and how long have I been asleep?"

"It's still early, there's an hour before the show ends!"

"That's good, otherwise it would be okay if I fell asleep during a performance. I would try my best to listen to it."

Seriously, Song Yi sat down and continued watching the stage performance.

Qi Yuncheng looked at her helplessly, which reminded him of when they were in love, sometimes they would go to the theater to listen to cross talk and the like.

We often go to the crosstalk studio for dates, and they are the only couple.

After taking a few more glances at his wife, he didn't waste any time and looked forward to the next couple of actors when a round of applause broke out.

The time after that passed quickly, as is the case with everything, and the time in the second half passed faster than the time in the first half.

It'll be around five o'clock.

At the end of the performance in the 400-person venue, actors wearing coats or cheongsams came on stage one after another to take a curtain call. Their curtain call was simply a curtain call. Everyone came up to bow and give thanks for the applause.

After thanking everyone, they started to leave the stage one after another, and the audience became noisy and dispersed.

As soon as they dispersed, Qi Yuncheng took his wife's hand and said, "Let's go backstage to meet the old gentleman. There will probably be a surprise!"

"Any acquaintance?"

"That's not true. The main thing is that there are many older gentlemen, and they also have some ideas."

"Okay! Let's go!"

Holding her husband's hand, Song Yi stood up and gradually began to explore the place and find the backstage.

But where they need to find it, after they get a little better at pretending.

The reporters and media who were originally filming the performance followed them immediately, and even the person in charge immediately came over to lead them to the backstage when they found out.

It was impossible for the person in charge not to know Qi Yuncheng. He was very surprised and happy to see Qi Yuncheng.

And once you get to the backstage.

Most of the actors were packing their things to leave, and some of them came from Hangzhou, which was not far away. They had arranged a hotel in Yanjing early.

But the person in charge attracted the actor's attention with just one sentence, and then introduced this young man to many people.

Upon introduction, some people I didn’t recognize didn’t know who this person was.

But there are also people who know him, and those who know him know how outstanding this young man is.

One of them, an elderly man who looked like the leader of a team, took the initiative to come to Qi Yuncheng's side.

"Ouch, thank you for coming! Thank you for coming!!"

The old gentleman's first words were extremely polite. When he was polite, Qi Yuncheng bowed lightly to him, because he could not bear the words of thanks from the old man for coming.

Not even in my bones.

But Song Yi stood aside and could feel the old man's excitement and happiness. Otherwise, he immediately understood why her husband loved folk art so much.

Because there are really many people fighting for her.

"Old sir, you're welcome, really! You are an artist. I'm just a kid. I just came here because I like you. And I also want to chat with you. If possible, it would be great to learn both skills from you. There are many arts. Keep it tight."

"Hahaha! Wow!"

The old gentleman was very happy and stretched out his hand to ask Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi to sit down first.

As we sat down, the surrounding media were videotaping or filming. Qi Yuncheng was now the ambassador and suddenly appeared at the Suzhou Pingtan theater performance. It would be meaningful to publish the news.

So next Qi Yuncheng got to know the old man and realized that their team was invited to perform from a small town in their area.

It's like going to Beijing to perform for three days, promote their stuff, and make some money on the way.

After all, apart from the locals who are familiar with Hehuo, other cities generally don’t know much about this.

After hearing this, Qi Yuncheng felt that it was rare, and even more lamented that nowadays we need to be popular, otherwise no one in charge would value them enough to invite them.

And I got to know Mr. Wu better. He had been performing in their town. During the performance, if the audience paid more to order one or two songs, he would make a little more money.

A very down-to-earth person who always says what he wants.

No matter how much money I can give to order music, I have said it.

Not taboo at all.

But while they were chatting, a girl about the same age as Lanlan stood beside her. When Qi Yuncheng saw her, he thought her hair was quite long at first sight.

It reached her lower back, so it was probably specially reserved for her.

The old gentleman looked at her and introduced her.

"This girl is learning from me, but she's still far from good!"

"Then you are her grandfather?" Song Yi was curious.

When Song Yi asked, the girl answered, "He is my second grandfather. I usually take my second grandfather to make videos!"

"Hey! You should learn from yourself, you are far behind, don't keep making videos."

"Oh!" The girl nodded and stopped talking, but she still couldn't help but glance at Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi!

Qi Yuncheng, does she know that she is a cross talk actor?

And Song Yi, the pretender looked so amazing back then.

Now that the two celebrity couples are out together, she is so excited that it feels like a dream.

But now it’s time to leave, it’s past five o’clock, I’ve been chatting with my husband for more than half an hour, and I feel it’s not appropriate to interrupt anymore.

So he took out his mobile phone.

"Can I leave you with your contact information?"

"Yes!" The old man took the initiative to take out his mobile phone, but his mobile phone was really an old man's phone. Qi Yuncheng entered his mobile phone number with one button and then called.

After confirming the contact information.

Qi Yuncheng had another purpose, otherwise he wouldn't have come backstage.

"Mr. Wu, I wonder if you know the Drum Music Club of Deyun Society?"

"This... I barely heard the girl mention it a little bit."

The old man obviously didn't know much about Qi Yuncheng, and the reason why he knew Qi Yuncheng was nothing more than previous media publicity and the promotion ambassador of intangible cultural heritage folk arts, so as an artist he was somewhat concerned.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Qi Yuncheng explained more patiently, "Actually, it's nothing, you can treat it as a performance venue like this one.
To be continued...