"Tell me the truth, does your mother want to eat it, or do you want to eat it?"
Looking at the rest of the outline in the tea room, the little girl suddenly ran over, and Qi Yuncheng couldn't help teasing her.
"Mom wants to eat one bag, but Xixi wants to eat two bags of potato chips."
"You are beautiful, you agreed that you can only have one bag per person, and you and your mother are no exceptions. Go and tell your mother."
"good."
With a bang, the little girl left the place where her father was.
In fact, she doesn't like coming here. Everything here is so old-fashioned, and she gets scolded if she breaks something. How can she like coming here?
Not as good as noodles.
The noodles are not broken no matter how you touch them, and you can always play with them.
"Mom, dad said you can only buy one pack, one pack for each person."
"Okay, okay, just one pack. I'd better eat less snacks and more fruits." It's impossible for Song Yi not to be greedy. Her daughter inherited it from her.
So he raised his hand and took his daughter with him to watch his father's performance later.
They watched as an hour passed quickly, and then Qi Yuncheng fulfilled his promise and took the whole family to the supermarket. Song's mother also followed to see if there was anything delicious to cook for the two little guys.
In order to raise them well, she keeps updating her recipes. After all, this is their mission for the rest of their lives.
Whenever something goes wrong, the whole family will suffer.
Especially Xixi, when Jingjing was sick, she suffered from colds and fevers, but Xixi rarely got sick, and she didn't know why her body was so good day by day.
Wait for a few more days to pass.
Qi Yuncheng finished talking about the last chapter of "The Grudges of Mount Cristo" and changed it into a new book. At the same time, he put the outline given by Mr. Jin into a box for safekeeping. Now he finally didn't have to read it anymore.
I fell down early and recited it like a stream.
If you open it again, you must have been there for a certain number of years and give it to him to look at and learn from. Perhaps if one day the apprentice he accepts is interested in storytelling, he will also give it to him.
So thinking of this, his mood was not as dull as he imagined, on the contrary, it was much better.
Because he has witnessed his style and techniques in the old man's outline, and if he learns them well, he will pass them on to his children in the future.
By the way, you can also understand what kind of free and easy old man the deceased Jin Patriarch was.
"Dad, hurry up, hurry up."
Suddenly a respectful voice came over.
"knew."
After putting down the books, Qi Yuncheng went over to his youngest son. He was usually not in a hurry. He would be anxious unless he found some interesting toys or tapes, especially tapes.
He likes tapes, and being a father is always looking for them.
Now a cardboard box in the room is full of these things, including drum music, cross talk, and storytelling.
Some may not understand it, but once they hear it, the little ones will be happy.
Thinking of this, Qi Yuncheng searched for the tapes that Master Li Shusheng and Master Ma had given him. Some were drum songs and some were the original teachings of Mrs. Luo.
I dare not give this thing away for fear of breaking it.
I can only wait and copy it to him later.
In this way, January passed slowly. Qi Yuncheng attended the box sealing and annual meeting of Deyun Society on the 10th. This box sealing was equally lively, and the time was almost the same as New Year's Day.
After that came the Spring Festival galas of various satellite TV stations.
Satellite TV's Spring Festival Gala is scheduled a few days ahead of the Yangtai Gala, otherwise it won't be able to compete for ratings.
But Tianjin Satellite TV's ratings this time were overwhelming, bringing out a lot of New Year flavor.
Because many familiar old crosstalk gentlemen were invited.
Shi Fukuan, Ma Zhiming, and Tian Lihe were all there.
When Ma Laozu came on stage, his hair was almost white, but he still sang a Beijing-style drum performance.
Down-to-earth ability.
Although during the live broadcast, everyone saw the old man's physical condition and his hands were shaking like that while acting, which made him feel very distressed.
After the old man's performance, Guo Degang and Yu Qian worked hard to talk about selling cloth heads at the end, which won the praise of many audiences.
It's rare to see Guo Degang in this state, and he was forced to do so by the Crosstalk Spring Festival Gala.
When Deyun Crosstalk Spring Festival Gala ends, the new year will come.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Xixi and Jingjing went to Grandpa Guo’s house for lunch, and each received several thousand red envelopes each.
Not to mention the other elders.
In the little pocket of the new clothes.
There are several plugs that can hardly be filled.
The two little guys have become the little Fuwa during the Chinese New Year. They are so rich.
However, if they have money, parents have to start asking for it.
"Oh, I'm finally home. Let's see how many red envelopes we received."
As soon as they entered the house, before they could be greeted by noodles, Song Yi urged the two little ones to count the red envelopes.
Jingjing was careless and took it out of his pocket obediently.
Just take it out and it's a good thing.
There were three stuffed into the left and right pockets, two of which were horribly thick.
"How many red envelopes are there?" Seeing so many red envelopes in Jingjing's hand, Song Yi whispered close to her husband, feeling really envious.
When I was a kid, I would have been so happy to have so many red envelopes.
A few dozen or a hundred at most.
They are hundreds, hundreds, thousands, thousands.
Jingjing took out the red envelope, and when Xixi saw something was wrong, she suddenly ran to her grandparents.
Song Yi was curious and wanted to go over and grab her little hand, but it slipped away, "What's wrong? Why? Why don't you let mom hold your little hand?"
"Grandpa and grandma, please save Xixi. Mom is going to grab Xixi's red envelope."
Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi couldn't say how defensive they were about the little aggrieved look next to their grandparents.
"Who said you want to rob it? You give it to us and we don't want it anymore."
After getting angry with his daughter, Song Yi walked to his youngest son, squatted down and looked at the red envelope in his hand, "How is it? Can you count it clearly?"
He shook his head respectfully.
"Can mom help you count?"
"Um."
What does a three-year-old child know? Xixi was deceived like this when she was three years old.
So we placed the red envelopes one by one on the coffee table and counted them. While we were counting, my husband and I started making plans. One of them attracted attention and the other started to take a cut of the money in the red envelopes.
But just after taking out several red envelopes, Jingjing pushed forward with her little hand, and pushed the red envelopes to her mother.
"I don't want these red envelopes anymore. Give them to mom."
In a word, Song Yi's whole plan was shattered. He took the red envelope given by his child and wondered, "What's wrong? You don't need so much money?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Jingjing doesn't know how to use it, so let mom use it and let mom buy fun things."
Song Yi took six big red envelopes, looked at his son, and then at his husband. The expression on his face was indescribably moved, "Husband, look at our son, he is so good.
Hurry up and buy him another tape recorder, one for playing and the other for playing with him."
"Come on, one of those things is enough." Qi Yuncheng was speechless and turned to look at Xixi in the distance. Xixi was completely different from his younger brother and was still afraid of being cheated of the red envelope.
Hiding near grandma and grandpa.
I don't blame her, she has been deceived for many years, and she is smart for once.
Otherwise, you have to question your IQ.
They came back at seven o'clock in the evening, a long time before going to bed. The two little guys watched cartoons for a while, played with toys for a while, and made a few calls to other elders.
The night passed and it was time to go to bed.
At this point, Qi Yuncheng took Xixi to wash up. He had to watch her wash up, otherwise the toothbrush would be gone after just a few strokes.
But holding her little pink toothbrush, Xixi did not put it into her mouth immediately, but instead acted mysteriously.
Eyeballs darting around.
"dad."
"What's wrong?"
"Dad, come here."
The little girl held her father's palm with her little hand. She looked around and found that when her mother went to the bedroom, she immediately went to the noodle's kennel.
Noodles originally planned to take a rest, but he was very enthusiastic when he saw the owner coming over.
"What's wrong? Noodles don't brush their teeth?"
With a slight exertion, the little girl lifted the warm nest of noodles with both hands, and quietly took out a few red envelopes from underneath.
"Good guy, you know how to hide things." Qi Yuncheng looked at the red envelope and found it unbelievable that he could find it from under the noodle doghouse. You might as well hide it under your own pillow.
All the red envelopes were placed in her father's hand. The little girl was careful, "Don't let mom see it. If mom sees it, she will ask Xixi for it."
"Why don't you give it to mom?"
"My brother has already been given to my mother. I can't give it to Xixi, otherwise my father will not have money to buy delicious food for Xixi and my brother."
"Thank you for thinking about me."
Qi Yuncheng deeply felt the cuteness of the two children and put the red envelope into his pocket, "Tell me what you want to eat tomorrow? I will go to the supermarket to buy it for you, except for snacks. Your grandpa Guo bought a lot for you. You are so pampered.
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"Big chicken legs! Don't want small ones."
"Okay, okay, just a big chicken drumstick can stuff your mouth. Now go and brush your teeth. Remember to brush them well, otherwise you will lose your teeth again and you can't even chew the big chicken drumstick."
He took his daughter to brush her teeth and wash herself, then sent her to the room to let her sleep well, and then Qi Yuncheng went back to the bedroom.
Returning to the bedroom, he found Song Yizheng counting Jingjing's red envelopes one by one, "Hubby, six or seven thousand. This time it's too much."
"No, even the little girl's was given to me."
"Really? That's weird, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to trick her into getting the red envelope. I wouldn't feel safe putting six or seven thousand on her."
"Let this money be used as travel expenses. I promised my children before that I would take them to play for a few days."
Feeling excited, Song Yi sat on the bed and thought about it, not to mention that this was really the case. At that time, they played with the little girl and son for so long, but the little girl still wanted to play and agreed.
"Do you really want to go? If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten it. Xixi probably wouldn't be able to remember it either."
"Go ahead. If your child is happy, let your parents go and be happy with you."
Qi Yuncheng didn't want to be a parent who broke his promise, not to mention that both of them were too sensible today and it was worth going.
"In this case, I have to buy some travel supplies for my children. I'll check my phone."
The mother became worried. Even though Song Yi was playing with her children, she still thought about them two.
But traveling is a big event, and they need to prepare well for a period of time, especially to finish the New Year greetings that are due.
After the New Year greetings, I told the two little ones and they jumped up and down happily.
This is a surprise, I really want to play around and eat some delicious food.
As for which city to go to, Wuhan is the most convenient and familiar one.
By the way, the two elders also went home to buy and sell things and tidy up.
You know, they haven't been back for a long time.
After walking like this, they went to play and see the winter scenery. Deyunshe was different.
The Crosstalk Spring Festival Gala was very successful, bringing a lot of popularity and traffic, even the drum music was the same.
After all, Ma Laozu himself sang on stage.
So grab the heat and try to release it when you open the box.
For this reason, Wang Hui and a group of people decided to set up the first program that Deyun unboxed as a group of little girls singing drum music. After the drum music, there was the first cross talk.
Logically speaking, Guo Degang would be worried, but he also had the Qilin Club, which also had to put on a new year's drama, so everyone was very busy.
On the other hand, only Qi Yuncheng's family is relaxed. It's not that he doesn't help, he really doesn't have much to offer.
He is just an actor. As for the drum music club, he has already compiled the program and sent it out for publicity, so he has done his job.
On the contrary, Luan Yunping has to work on the small theater program and host it for Qilin Club.
When it was finally time to unpack the box, Qi Yuncheng and his family came back after playing for a few days, and as promised, the father also brought Jingjing to the backstage of the unboxing.
"Jingjing, remember this! I have to call someone when the time comes. Your ancestor Shi likes you very much. If it's best, show off your skills."
Jingjing sat next to her father and stretched out her two little hands, then raised her head to look at her father, as if she didn't understand what she was doing.
Qi Yuncheng smiled bitterly, seemingly not understanding the meaning of the words, "I just asked you to memorize the things you usually learn. Don't you like it?"
"Yeah." The little guy nodded solemnly, but suddenly became curious, "Why doesn't sister come?"
"Oh, what if your sister comes backstage? Don't worry, dad won't leave you. If the performance is over, I will let your master take you."
Jingjing is still a little timid among a crowd of people, but he is much better than before.
Not much time.
Qi Yuncheng arrived at the Beizhan Theater in a car. When he got out of the car and walked into the theater with his son in his arms, many people gathered around to watch.
I know today is going to be exciting, and the lovely Jingjing may appear on stage.
When we got backstage, there were already a lot of people.
Luan Yunping was very happy when she saw Jingjing, "Are you here? Master will give you something to eat."
He raised his hand and put the peeled peanuts and melon seeds into Jingjing's little hand. Shaobing looked at it and complained, "I just peeled it when it came. I wanted to eat it but I didn't do it. It seems to be prepared for Jingjing."
, I said why are you so serious?"
"Master Shi hasn't arrived yet?"
"It's coming soon. There's no traffic jam this time. We'll be there in a moment."
While Dad was talking to Master, Jingjing sat on a chair and slowly ate peanuts and melon seeds, chewing them in his mouth. It was impossible for the child not to be interested in the food, and would pass it to Dad as he ate it.
For him, his father is the most powerful.
Because his father found a lot of tapes for him and bought a lot of toys for the family, not to mention on stage.
The time came to approximately 7:10, and Guo Degang and Yu Qian followed Shi Fukuan to the backstage of unpacking just like last time.
Needless to say, the children were shouting and enthusiastic as soon as they arrived backstage. Recently, the old man came to Deyun more frequently.
Participate in both sealing and unpacking, and the same goes for the Deyun Crosstalk Gala.
When Shi Fukuan found a small doll standing up with a group of people in the huge backstage, Shi Fukuan felt extremely sweet.
The little guy is about three years old, but he is very polite.
Seeing the elder coming, he knew not to eat. He put down his things with his little hands, got up and followed his father to greet him.