"Dad! Hug!"

In the study at home, Qi Yuncheng was on the phone with Ma Laozu, while Xixi dragged a toy open the door and prepared to go in.

Song Yifei usually rescued his daughter, talked to the old gentleman, how could she be disturbed by a little girl, and then gently closed the door.

"hug!"

"We'll talk about it later. When your father is done with his work, he will know whether he knows or not."

Song Yi carried the little girl back to the living room. In order to prevent her from running around and disturbing her, Song Yi kept holding her, but this was only long enough.

Because it hasn’t been long since the two of us talked.

They are both engaged in folk arts. Although they are very different in seniority, the more different they are, the easier it is for them to talk and the more topics they can talk about.

Fortunately, after talking for another half an hour, the other side of the phone finally hung up.

The girl was released after being quilted.

"dad!"

"Why!"

Seeing the little girl coming over, Qi Yuncheng put down his phone, hugged her and kissed her. His daughter was so cute.

But there is something to do later.

However, he did not waste any time and asked his daughter to sit on his lap. Qi Yuncheng followed Ma Laozu's instructions and posted the audio files online.

When I sent it, I also went through a string of text explanations, anyway, I thanked him.

It can be seen from the last enrollment of the drum music club that if they learn drum music by themselves, most people can only practice by following their videos. Younger people may not be able to find anything from the old masters.

I found that the sound quality was also poor and incomplete.

So it can help a little bit.

And just after uploading, I got a call from my wife.

The meager movement this time is not small. The tickets for 18,000 people were sold out in less than an hour. How could I not be happy, so I came here to talk about it.

Actually it wasn't close to an hour, it was gone in half an hour.

I'm afraid it's a bit exaggerated, so I said it was less than an hour. Anyway, half an hour is less than an hour.

After talking to the teacher's wife, the one who talked the most was the drum music club, and the start of school is scheduled for the winter vacation.

We can't say that school has started, it's just that students come to the drum club to learn some courses during the winter vacation.

You still have to be at school to attend classes, but you just come here in advance to get familiar with them.

If possible, Qi Yuncheng would spend time teaching again.

However, this winter vacation I will study together, regardless of subject, and try it for a month first.

After hanging up the phone, he clicked on the audio that he had just uploaded and played. Qi Yuncheng took his daughter to be quiet for a while.

I've been very busy with these things recently, plus those things that make a small fortune, it's really noisy.

I heard that in every small theater there are paparazzi and media who want to catch him and take a picture.

But now one scene is enough to suppress all these things.

As for not having a phone call with the master, there is actually no need to do so. The master and the disciple are both great men, and some things are already understood in their hearts without having to say anything.

What kind of communication is needed between father and son?

You can know an action and a look.

At this time, the computer was playing senior Luo Yusheng's singing.

“There’s no need for ginseng~

I don’t even eat anything~

…”

After listening to a few songs, Qi Yuncheng felt very comfortable sitting on the chair. He looked down at the little girl in his arms and asked with a smile, "Do you like what Mr. Xi is singing now?"

"Hi, I like it!"

"You don't like it anymore. You keep playing with your toys without even looking at the screen."

Xixi indeed kept tinkering with her toys in her arms.

"Whether you want to learn from it in the future or not."

"study!"

"You're still really flattering. You haven't even learned how to hit fast pieces now." Qi Yuncheng was speechless, but whether Xixi would learn from it in the future depends on her own opinion.

To be honest, learning drum music is too tiring. It’s not that easy if you want to have a good meal.

Thinking about it before, he didn't understand why the seniors were reluctant to let the juniors learn drum music or other folk arts. Now he feels the same way, and his children love it in their bones.

I don’t want to see her crying every day while practicing the exercises, which would make her feel distressed. Instead, I would do something else and be happy.

But if one day Xixi embarks on the path of folk art, he will not refuse. Everyone has his own destiny, and it depends on who he is.

The stop button was clicked.

Qi Yuncheng carried his daughter out to the study. As soon as he went out, he saw his wife watching TV and eating an apple. When he saw his mother eating, Xixi was struggling in his arms.

"I eat! I eat!"

"You little bastard, you want to eat whatever you see me eating, don't you? Come here!"

As soon as Xixi's feet landed on the ground, she walked towards her mother's body without saying a word, and climbed up and sat on her lap, knowing where the most comfortable place was.

Song Yi asked while peeling an apple for Xixi.

"Husband, how are you? Are you okay? I saw that there was quite a commotion on the Internet before! It has become a hot search, which is sad to think about!"

As an outsider, Song Yi didn't want to know about certain things, but if a disciple could be like this with his master, what kind of person would he be?

Qi Yuncheng didn't say much, "Don't worry about it, it's just a runaway! On the contrary, those who follow him are unlucky. They have no power.

The venue is important this time. There may be some changes in the performance, not just cross talk."

"Then what's the show?"

After peeling the apple, Song Yi handed it to his daughter's little hand and asked.

"Perform more other folk arts, including drum music and opera. The program list is full! But most of them are cross talk!" Qi Yuncheng said a little helplessly.

The 2011 cross talk historical drama hit Master, and it also hit him.

I am afraid that there will be too many other folk arts in this performance and the audience will not buy this time, so other folk arts can only be interspersed before and after the cross talk show.

I still feel a little afraid to try it.

This situation still shows that folk art is still far from enough.

"Daddy eat."

Not long after she took the apple, Xixi raised her hand and handed it over, but there were already a few small bite marks on it, "Eat your leftovers for me, you are really awesome.

Just finish it by yourself.

I'm going to call Master Li Shusheng and ask for more advice."

Qi Yuncheng turned around and was busy again. Song Yi was used to it. He suddenly poked his head and took a big bite on the apple held by his daughter. This bite was very different from Xi Xi's small bite.

Xixi didn't care, she was just greedy and said she wanted to eat it by herself, how could she possibly finish the apple.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Xixi, can I discuss something with you?"

"..."

Xixi didn't answer and took another bite of the apple.

"How about your father and I give you a younger brother?"

"No!" Xixi looked at her expression and answered while eating the apple.

"Why isn't it better?"

"I just want a dog."

"Brother is not a dog! You girl likes noodles so much."

Song Yi couldn't help but smile. No wonder he said that the child was funny and his thoughts were not on the same channel at all.

Anyway, regardless of whether she agrees or not, they have already made plans and want to try to get pregnant in January.

At that time, they all had time during the Chinese New Year.

that's all!

Qi Yuncheng was quite busy that night, mostly concerned about the future. As for the online incident, was it the conflict between master and apprentice? No matter how big the conflict was, could it be as big as the fact that he opened a hotspot with nearly 20,000 people at the age of twenty-seven?

So the wind direction changed a lot for a while.

And there are more and more people lamenting that there are more and more people in the venue.
To be continued...