After talking on the phone for a long time, Song Yi felt like crying. She put down the phone and looked at Qi Yuncheng's uncomfortable words.

"They really chose the name for me by drawing lots. The other options were Zhu, Xin, and Xuan! Your wife was almost called these names."

"Yes, these names are not as masculine as Song Tie's. So it may not be a good thing to know some things. Have you ever asked your parents what to name their children?"

"No, I forgot about it. I'll call you again."

"Forget it." Qi Yuncheng grabbed his wife's arm, "It's still very early, take your time, how can you be so excited."

"Oh."

Song Yi slowly lowered his energy, but suddenly looked at her husband affectionately, "I'm a little hungry, go and heat up some food for me, especially those delicious ones."

"I know you will be hungry. How can you be full with such a small amount of food?" Qi Yuncheng got up and prepared to heat up what he had just eaten for his wife, but the wife made a lot at noon.

"My husband loves you so much, it's best to do it quickly."

When she watched her husband open the refrigerator and take out the food, Song Yi felt warm in her heart. Sure enough, she had never regretted marrying him from the beginning.

So happy.

Then he yelled loudly, "I want to eat egg fried rice!"

"No problem."

Qi Yuncheng brought his things into the kitchen, while Song Yize continued to sit on the sofa and brush through Weibo. Weibo does have many new functions now.

Many people have become addicted.

Comparable to short video software that appeared in later generations.

After washing for a while and waiting for the food to be ready, I happily prepared to eat it, but happened to feel nauseated.

After coming out of the toilet, Song Yi sniffed and wanted to cry, "How long will this last?"

"The first three months."

"Too long."

"I can't help it, it's like this even during pregnancy. Fortunately, I heated up some white rice for you, which should be better."

Qi Yuncheng took great pains to take care of his wife, but he really didn't put much oil in his egg fried rice, but it may be that his nose became more sensitive during pregnancy.

That's it, for the rest of the time.

The two of them stayed together the whole time.

Maybe Song Yi still has to go to work, but not for long. As a pregnant actress, she will definitely not be able to go to the stage, even if it is still early.

So this aspect was taken care of before sealing the box.

When the box was sealed, Song Yi had been pregnant for almost a month, and there were no obvious changes in her belly. However, there were some physical discomforts, most of which were classified as uncomfortable.

So even when the box was sealed for the Beijing Exhibition in late January, Qi Yuncheng was still thinking about his wife at home backstage. Fortunately, Lanlan was there, so he would not be alone at home.

Otherwise, it might arouse some emotions.

I often feel moody after pregnancy.

I can only try to make her as happy as possible.

And as a master, it is impossible for an uncle to ask about the child's situation, so while other actors were talking around and waiting for the opening, Qi Yuncheng sat with them and chatted while eating melon seeds and peanuts.

"How is my daughter doing? Pay more attention to her diet, especially don't let her cook."

"Knowing Master, how could I dare to let her cook? Not to mention pregnant, I wouldn't dare let her do it even if she's not pregnant."

"Have you thought of any names?" The uncle asked after eating the melon seeds and taking a sip of tea.

"No, I haven't thought about it for the moment, and I can't think of a good name."

Qi Yuncheng was talking as Kong Yunlong pulled a stool from the other side of the backstage, "What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you think of a name for Yuncheng's child?"

"That's right, Yuncheng has a child."

Suddenly Guo Degang glanced at his mistress and said, "When will you have a child? You haven't wanted a child for so long after you've been married."

"I think I have a burden too. Don't talk about me. Let's talk about the name first. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?"

"Think about it all, it's okay anyway."

For a while, Kong Yunlong really helped me think about it, but if I said it was just thinking, it was not just a group of people chatting to pass the time. It would still be some time before I left the venue.

After chatting for a while, just when they were about to arrive, a group of them put on their coats one after another, and then Luan Yunping once again arranged the order of everyone's appearance.

It will be different every year because there will be people making progress.

For example, Xiao Zhuer, Meng Hetang, Zhou Jiuliang and others will arrange more special performances in small theaters this year, which are all getting better and better changes.

After arranging it.

Pairs of actors from the Gong and Drum Band, De Yun, began to appear on stage. In the past, Qi Yuncheng didn't worry about anything except theater performances, but this year is different.

Even when it was his turn to play, his mind was still thinking about the situation at home.

It's definitely not a big deal if you're pregnant for more than a month, but when your daughter-in-law is pregnant, how can your husband not want to?

So when he and Luan Yunping walked out of the side curtain onto the stage, he was surprised by the sudden increase in applause and shouts.

It was because of this scare that I immediately gathered my spirits and moved forward.

Amidst the lively applause, the two people walked from the back to the microphone and bowed. After bowing, they stepped back to the sides and watched other actors or veterans continue to take the stage.

When we got to the last two, the activity in the Beizhan Theater doubled.

After finally falling behind, a group of them started to talk and sing "Open Door Willow".

After singing, a group of people began to leave the stage one after another, and today's official performance began.

And soon after, when Xiao Zhuan'er and Yang Jiulang were performing, Qi Yuncheng quickly took his mobile phone and called his wife.

"Hey, hubby, what's wrong? It's so noisy over there."

"What are you doing at home now? Don't eat randomly. I know you usually have a lot of talk."

"How can I?" Song Yi complained, "Sometimes I want to eat but can't, so I just watch TV with Lanlan at home. If you weren't willing, I would have wanted to watch your box-packing show."
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"The main thing is that the annual meeting will be chaotic after the performance. It's not appropriate for you to come. Don't run around to buy food. I worry about this a lot when I'm with you."

"I know, I will be fine, and I won't run around. Who wants to go out in the cold weather? Okay, it's nothing, just perform well and come back to accompany me."

Talk on the phone hang up.

Song Yi looked at her husband's phone number and was speechless for a while. She was really afraid that something would happen to her. It had only been a month and it was nothing at all.

However, she also knows that the first three months of pregnancy are indeed very important, because it involves the stability of the fetus, and it will be better after the stability is achieved.

But only slightly.

So I can understand my husband’s worries.

"Master's wife, is there anything you want to eat now? I can go out and buy it." Zhou Gulan suddenly said from the side, his eyes full of concern.

"No, why are you going out in the cold weather? Can't you just stay here? Although I want to eat barbecue, I can't touch it."

Song Yi put her mobile phone on the coffee table, then picked up the remote control to change the channel. At this moment, she really hoped that Deyun was broadcasting live. TV shows are not as fun as cross talk.

"Master, please tell me that when the child is born, Master will forget about my apprenticeship. He said before that he would postpone it."

"What? She's jealous of the child before he's even born?"

Song Yi rubbed Zhou Gulan's face in a funny way. She was indeed much better than before recently, and she smoothed down her loose hair, "Don't worry, your master takes everything to heart."

, there is really no way to postpone it. It is indeed rare for Deyun to accept female disciples."

"But if I delay it for another two or three years, I will be an adult by then."

"What's wrong with being an adult? You can study and play at the same time in college. I think your master is still teaching you the drums, although I don't know if you will be able to make a living from it."

After living with her husband for such a long time, Song Yi has learned more or less about folk arts. After all, cross talk girls don’t know how difficult it is to do folk arts.

"I like the drum, and so does my grandfather. When I was in the training class, I also dreamed of having a career. After all, the master sang so well. If I learned well, maybe someone would listen to me, but recently I thought it was naive.

Nowadays, cross talk is indeed the best, but no one listens to drums at all. If I were a boy, wouldn’t it be easier?”

A fifteen-year-old will soon turn sixteen in a few months this year. It is impossible for Zhou Gulan not to have thought of these aspects.

"Then you have to choose whether to be an actor in the future or study seriously and find a better job."

"But I recognized my master because of Dagu. If I don't do much in the future..."

"Oh, who is your master? How could he care about this?

Besides, Teacher Wang Hui also sings drums. According to her generosity, maybe after a few years of busy work, she will be able to play drum music properly. By then, you will have a place, so no matter what, study hard and strive to surpass your master and Guo Guo in academic qualifications.

Teachers, don’t drop out of junior high school before finishing junior high school.”

"Then when Master comes back, I will have a good chat with him."

"No problem!"
To be continued...