Chapter 661 Uncle Yu is a model of bringing wine to the stage!
On the way back to Yanjing.
During the long drive, Song Yi and Lan Lan finished their oranges, talked for a while, and then fell asleep leaning on Qi Yuncheng. Qi Yuncheng sat in the middle and did not dare to move, so he was forced to take a nap too.
When they arrived in Yanjing, they immediately started buying food for them.
Everyone is hungry late at night.
But when he got home, Song Yi stopped eating because he was full, so he left half of the food in the car.
Keep the rest for the children.
But after washing up and entering the bedroom, Song Yi was about to sit down, but his body froze.
There was already someone on the huge bed.
Jingjing and Xixi slept together in the middle, very quietly.
"Why are you sleeping here? Don't you have a room? Xixi can forget it, why is Jingjing doing this too."
Song Yi looked speechless. The two children now are one over four years old and the other over one year old.
They can both walk and talk.
It has entered a stage where the house is gradually becoming noisy again.
Especially after my brother became able to walk steadily, my sister and her brother had a lot of fun all day long, running around chasing noodles.
The younger brother couldn't catch up, so the elder sister dragged the noodles over.
"Forget it, forget it! You slept very soundly, just make do with it! Try not to wake them up, what time it is."
"Okay! Sleep."
From both sides, Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi went to bed respectively. After going to bed, the two little guys showed no signs of waking up. They were still young and slept soundly.
But seeing Jingjing next to Xixi, I must have known that it was her sister who forced her into bed, otherwise she wouldn't want to sleep alone.
She still likes her younger brother very much, after all, she has someone to play with.
However, there were two children separated in the middle. Song Yi lay there and looked at her husband, with a faint voice, "I feel like there is a Milky Way between us. I can't even touch you with my hand."
"Then touch the child."
"But it's only when I hold you that I feel bolder. I'm afraid the baby will wake up if I hold you."
"Then come here. You sleep here while I watch over the two children."
"OK!"
After getting up, Song Yi began to move around secretly. When she lay down and fell asleep next to her husband, she felt completely at ease.
As for the two children, they are both so old, and they will not need constant and careful care for more than a few months.
And I fall asleep quickly when I lie down. After working all night, how can I not be tired?
So a few hours passed and they slept until dawn the next day. The young couple had to get up late and didn't go to bed until early in the morning. They barely slept until at least seven o'clock.
But the two children are different. They went to bed early yesterday and woke up slowly at seven o'clock.
I looked at the light outside the curtains and heard the sound of grandma cooking outside.
Xixi got up and sat next to her father, looking straight at her, as if she didn't know how long it took her parents to come back, and she had no memory at all.
But I'm very happy because I didn't have my parents when I went to bed yesterday, so I was still very lonely.
"ha!"
The little girl yawned, lowered her head and kissed her father on the face. After kissing her father, she went over to kiss her mother.
But her mother was there. Xixi got up and walked on the bed, her feet a little unsteady.
When I got up, it was a soft and fluffy bed. One foot was deep and the other was shallow, but it couldn't stop me from kissing my mother.
When I got close to my mother, I was about to sit down and kiss her when my foot went weak and I couldn't control my strength, so my knee hit my mother directly on her stomach.
"Oh my God!! Husband, get up quickly, your daughter is going to kill me."
Song Yi was actually a little conscious in the early morning and knew that her daughter was awake, but she was still sleepy so she didn't care what she was doing and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.
I didn't expect such a sudden attack, so I almost didn't explain it here.
He curled up on the bed holding his stomach.
She is four years old after all, quite a young girl.
Qi Yuncheng's heart tightened and he suddenly woke up when his wife called him, and his voice was about to disappear. When he woke up, he turned around and saw his wife with her legs closed and covering her stomach. Her daughter was beside her in a daze, while her son Jingjing also I have to climb hard this way to see what happened to my mother.
He seemed to be worried too.
"What's wrong?"
For some unknown reason, Qi Yuncheng went over to look at his wife, then bent down to hold her and rub her belly. It was obvious that she was in real pain.
Of course, Song Yi knew that his daughter was careless, but when she was in pain, what could she say?
However, the little girl felt uncomfortable. She sat on the bed with a small face and said quietly, "I'm sorry, Mom! Xixi didn't mean it. Xixi rubbed her mother. Xixi rubbed it gently so as not to hurt her. .”
Seeing his daughter coming over, Qi Yuncheng put her little hands on her mother's belly and rubbed it. Song Yi's grin became much better.
Mainly because of the sudden shock and the pain at the moment of being hit.
But when he saw the little girl moving her hands to other places, she complained, "That's my waist. What you hit is my stomach. Just rub your belly. You didn't hit it there."
"Sorry mom!"
"It's okay, my daughter!" Song Yi sat up and hugged her daughter, and then hugged her son who crawled over. He had something to do, and as a child, as a husband, he cared about her immediately.
I felt very happy.
"Mom, does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore! It's getting better. Are you hungry? Go out and wash up and eat. Mom is fine."
Don't sleep now. Song Yi was completely awake from the pain, but Xixi was curious and stretched out her little hands on both sides of her belly, "Mom's waist is different from Xixi's waist. Xixi's waist is softer. "
"How can you, a kid, get your waist? Come on, eat, I'm hungry too."
He carried his daughter out of bed, and Qi Yuncheng carried his son down. It was fine to go alone, but when he was being held, Jingjing in his arms suddenly spoke.
"Dad! Cheche!"
"Car? That big car your sister plays with? Yes, I've been thinking about it a long time ago. Okay, let's play with your sister later after dinner.
But you have to eat more, you have to love eating, you know?"
I took my son to wash up.
Two children at home.
Xixi eats a lot and loves to eat.
But my son is different. He only eats a small amount at a meal and does not make a fuss. This means that he is full and does not want to eat.
Several people finished washing up.
Several members of the family started to eat breakfast and finished their breakfast.
When my sister was driving around the house with her brother in the car bought by her grandfather, Noodles chased them around. Fortunately, the family was big enough for them to run away.
But they have their own fun, and adults have to do their own thing.
The Drum Music Club performance ended yesterday, and now all kinds of things are out on the Internet, including the video of the performance, which many people watched.
For this reason, Qi Yuncheng paid more attention and wanted to see some feedback from netizens.
Children need some evaluation to improve themselves.
I found that it was okay, I was enjoying a few performances.
But the students' internship performance next Friday is a bit difficult. The current number of students who can live, I heard from the teacher's wife, is more than forty.
These more than 40 people need to form a youth team, and then gradually become familiar with performances and stage performances.
There are too many lovely people.
Drum music is just a place.
Unlike cross talk, there are several small theaters that can perform performances everywhere.
So when it comes to arranging performances, you have to do careful research.
The key thing that makes people speechless is that Qi Yuncheng has only been back for a short time and doesn't understand some children.
So you have to ask their specialized instructors, such as who is on the list, how many paragraphs they know, how they are doing, whether you think they can be ranked, etc.
After asking this person, who else should I ask?
Just one morning.
Qi Yuncheng made a lot of calls and was dealing with them all, even though his wife Wang Hui said she could handle them.
She knows better than her children, goes to the drum music school more often, and performs faster.
But he insisted on arranging it himself, otherwise he wouldn't have understood it all the time, right?
There are only so many children, and you don’t know how to behave in the future and how to say that you are a manager.
At the same time, I am also interested in learning and want to know how I am doing.
Yesterday's performance was nothing more than showing off a drum song that they are personally familiar with.
The phone call was like a home visit, with the old man constantly telling Qi Yuncheng, the "teacher", things to do.
For example, this person sings well, this person has a good voice, that person plays the strings well, and even the whole family does this.
In other words, there are a few who are barely close and need to be monitored more, so there is no rush to play now.
In short, let’s have a general understanding of the advantages and disadvantages.
After confirming, we had lunch.
One afternoon, Qi Yuncheng arranged the program list for Friday and announced it to Weibo.
[The students' performance yesterday was a complete success. Thank you for your support and teachers' guidance! March 1st! On Friday, the students will try their first internship performance in the Drum Club. I also ask for your support.
The following is next week’s program.]
It is rare that Qi Yuncheng made a small fortune and released both Friday and Saturday performances at the same time.
Once released, many people responded.
Traditional culture is now supported by many people, because more and more people know about Chinese culture and the propaganda of Tianjin Quyi Wozi and Deyun Society.
But Song Yi saw that her husband was tired. He had been busy all day today for the show and the children.
Take the initiative to go over and give a gentle squeeze on the shoulders, legs, etc.
"Husband, are you very busy?"
"I'm busy! But I've gained a lot. I didn't expect that the students have studied very well in the past two years, and some of them have excelled."
When I was on the phone with Mr. Wen Aiyun just now, I talked the most about it, and the day after tomorrow I was going to participate in what my wife said about happiness knocking on the door. I haven’t been there, so I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
"Is it similar to the Happy Trio?"
"It's far behind." Qi Yuncheng put down the mobile phone in his hand, leaned on the sofa, and relaxed his nerves, "It seems like a talk show, it won't take long, but I was thinking that drum music is very busy now, but it is also a small circle.
Busy inside.
How can we let more people know about our folk art! We are good at cross talk, storytelling, drum music and so on.
I want to attract those young people who play everywhere every day. After all, young people are the mainstream now, and older people are just the last wave of audiences for folk arts.
And if young people pay attention, there will be more students of folk art in the future.
Not to mention folk arts, even some intangible cultural heritage needs to be passed down by young people, right?"
"Wow!"
Song Yi sat next to her husband and opened her mouth in surprise, "Your idea is too powerful. Isn't this difficult?"
"If I was just an unknown actor, it would be difficult for me to achieve success, but it's different now. I'm somewhat popular and I have some motivation.
Then I have the responsibility to lead those people who like me to like traditional culture.
As the saying goes, with great ability comes great responsibility, right?”
"Why does this line sound so familiar to me?" Song Yi couldn't help but speak.
Qi Yuncheng was happy, and at the same time he was in a good mood, which he could only say when joking with his wife.
After all, now that the Drum Music Club is on the right track, then I must have greater goals and aspirations.
Of course not only drum music!
In terms of cross talk, I also have to train a good apprentice. Cross talk apprentice Wu Jing has booked one, but he and Jing Jing are the same age, and he doesn’t know when he can learn it.
So I have to think about it recently.
However, the young couple's conversation in the living room was quietly heard by Song's mother who was packing things in the kitchen. The moment she heard it, the corners of her mouth rose with joy on her face.
It is normal for a mother-in-law to love her son-in-law, especially Qi Yuncheng. Do I need to say that Qi Yuncheng is excellent?
Totally no longer needed.
Moreover, although she is old and does not know any folk arts or appreciation, she is also a Chinese, and she hopes that Chinese treasures will be passed down to a certain extent.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Song wiped her hands in the kitchen and had an idea in her mind.
Suddenly he stepped forward and said something.
"Yuncheng, what do you want for dinner? I'll cook it for you."
His mother-in-law suddenly asked him what he liked to eat. Qi Yuncheng was not prepared and turned around and said with a smile, "I'll do whatever you want. Everything you cook is delicious."
"You said you wanted to eat something, but I didn't go out to buy it."
"No, it's been a while. I see you bought some beef for lunch, so I'll make some beef."
"OK!"
Without saying anything, Song's mother went to get something from the refrigerator, but when she saw her mother going to get something, Song Yi also said something.
"Mom, why didn't you ask me what I like to eat? You just asked him, I am your daughter."
"No need to ask you? What don't you like to eat?"
Taking the things, Mrs. Song went into the kitchen.
Song Yi looked at her husband expressionlessly, "After marrying you, my mother no longer loves me at all. You have to be responsible."
"How can I be responsible? I've been married for so many years."
"Go and tell mom again. Tell her that you still like to eat those ribs. There are ribs in the refrigerator. Let mom cook them again. Please! Otherwise, if you don't tell her, she won't cook them until tomorrow."
"Okay! I listen to you, you are my wife."
There was no other way. Qi Yuncheng could only get up and take a look at the refrigerator, then took the things to his mother's side.
"Mom, please make this one! Everyone at home likes to eat it, or should I make it for dinner? You can go and rest."
"No need! Leave it to me, you've been busy all day."
After taking the ribs, Song's mother did not look at her son-in-law in the kitchen, but stared outside.
There's no need to guess, it must have been his unlucky daughter who asked him to come over. I really don't know what to say.
I am greedy for thinking about the Dharma.
He also learned to send others.
But just do it, Xixi and Jingjing both like it very much.
Xixi has a good appetite and can eat anything, not to mention ribs.
Jingjing is different. Just like his father, he doesn’t like meat that is too fatty.