After coming back from his master, Qi Yuncheng felt that he had nothing else to do as he watched him training a few fellow disciples in the background.
So I quickly took off my coat.
I was also afraid that it would get wrinkled just now, so I folded it step by step and put it aside.
Now, there is no need to hang up, after all, the performance has been completed.
After taking it off, I touched my pocket and found that my phone was not there.
Suddenly I remembered that I had never picked it up since I put it backstage, and it seemed like there was a shock before going on stage.
I quickly went over to look for it, but I didn’t know if it was an advertisement or who it belonged to.
After getting the phone, Qi Yuncheng opened the screen and saw that it was a text message, but he found more than one.
"Hello! Long time no see. Are you performing now? Are you disturbing me?"
"I happen to be nearby, but unfortunately I didn't buy a ticket today. If the performance is over, can you get back to me?
I have something to tell you."
These two text messages were sent by none other than Song Yi.
And look at the time when the text message is sent.
Good guy.
More than an hour ago.
If she was really nearby, she would have been left alone for an hour.
As for Song Yi, they had met briefly once before, and Qi Yuncheng had nothing to do at that time.
Then come back.
Apart from exchanging text messages from time to time, they had no contact.
After all, you are busy!
He wants to learn what the system provides and perform in theater, and she even wants to participate in a drama performance.
Not to mention the Chinese New Year.
Her hometown is in Hubei and she will definitely go back.
I glanced at the current time, it was almost eleven o'clock, so I replied first.
"Sorry! We just finished the performance. It's too late now. If you go back, then wait for another day!"
Send the text message.
Qi Yuncheng actually didn't think much about it. After more than an hour, any normal person would leave.
And it’s February, don’t look at the calendar and it says spring.
But the weather is still very cold.
But the next second.
Song Yi's text message came over, and he replied almost instantly, "No! Can you come out? I'm at a stall near the overpass."
"You haven't left yet?"
Seeing this text message, Qi Yuncheng subconsciously yelled, and without any delay, he hurried over to the uncle and said it.
"Uncle, I have something to do and need to go out for a while. I will be back soon. If Master comes to see me, please tell him."
"Okay!"
Yu Qian was resting next to him while scrolling through his cell phone. As soon as the child came over, he nodded immediately and watched him go out in the blink of an eye.
I don’t know what happened.
But suddenly, Yu Qian was stunned and remembered that the child just looked at his cell phone before going out.
Oh, is it possible that what you just said is true?
Is there really a daughter they don’t know about?
There is no way, they, the elders, know Qi Yuncheng very well. He has been performing arts since he was a child, and things like this are really rare.
So you can almost guess what he will do.
But he didn’t say anything and continued to look at his phone with a smile on his face.
Anyway, they have nothing to do with the child. At most, they are just curious.
And the other side.
Qi Yuncheng put on a coat and went out to look for Song Yi.
Outside Tianqiao Theater, there are a lot of small stalls and hawkers.
Most are mobile.
Who knows that the flow of people here is the largest, even though it is so late, it has not decreased, on the contrary, it has increased.
Because the show had ended at this time, many audiences began to come out, and they listened to the cross talk for several hours.
I will definitely buy something to pad my belly.
So there are almost a lot of snacks around, and they are all kinds of fragrant.
That's it.
Qi Yuncheng began to look for people among the crowds and various shopping stalls, but it didn't take long.
At the third stall lined up on the street to the left of the theater, he saw Song Yi's figure, because it was waving to him from a distance.
But to be honest, if she hadn’t waved, I wouldn’t have been able to tell.
Because there were people standing in many places, and Song Yi was wearing a thick beige down jacket at the moment.
"I'm here!!"
There were still more than ten meters between the two of them, so she shouted, and then showed a sweet smile, seeming to finally feel at ease.
But when Qi Yuncheng came over, Song Yi was a little embarrassed.
Because she was eating at the table of this fried cake stall at the moment, not to mention that there was a fried cake that she had just taken a few bites on on the small wooden table.
"Well, do you want to order one too?"
"No, I'm not hungry yet!"
Qi Yuncheng shook his head, and then asked curiously, "You sent the text message an hour ago. Is it possible that you have been waiting here for so long?"
"That's not true." Song Yi shook his head and looked in another direction, "Just a hundred or two hundred meters over there is the square!
I went there for a walk, but the stools there were really cool to sit on.
You know I’m so thickly dressed.”
Qi Yuncheng smiled inexplicably, and Song Yi responded awkwardly. In fact, she didn't know why.
Obviously we haven’t met much, and Qi Yuncheng is still a very popular actor, but when we get along with him, there is really no burden.
That’s why I subconsciously said so many words.
But I didn’t say much, so I sat down again and ate a few bites of the fried pancakes I ordered, otherwise it would have been a cold day.
After taking a few bites, I quickly put down my kuaizi when I thought of something, wiped my mouth, and then took out a ticket from the pocket of my down jacket.
"Well... I know Deyun can't give away tickets, but our theater can. So here is a ticket, you can go and see it then.
And I will also play."
This is the first time Song Yi has given away tickets since his performance. To be honest, I feel quite uneasy, and the purpose of coming here today is also the same.
Because she really doesn’t know who to give it to, of course, the school girl will definitely give one too.
At this moment, Qi Yuncheng was sitting opposite Song Yi while taking the ticket. He looked at it and became interested.
Because the play written above is "Thunderstorm"!
He has actually heard of this play many times, but has never seen it, so he is deeply interested in it.
Who said the relationship here is too complicated? It can only be said that it is an operation that only wealthy people can play.
It’s also a classic.
So I quickly asked, "What are you performing there?"
"Sifeng!" Song Yi continued to eat the fried pancakes on the table, and spoke of this character.
And after one sentence.
The two of them became a little quieter.
What comes to my ears is basically the sound of customers ordering food from the boss next to them.
At the same time, there is also the aroma after the boss stir-fries the noodles and noodles in the pot.
It's not that the two of them have nothing to say, but Qi Yuncheng is thinking a lot about the character Sifeng. That's what he is like, if he is really interested in something.
Then it’s very likely that you’ll start thinking about it right where you are.
Dalin once complained about his brother, that he would think more about it after the performance.
It’s the same as entering concentration.
Sometimes I can’t even call.
And now, I can't blame him for not thinking more, because he is really curious about the spark between the characters of Song Yi and Sifeng.
But as he was thinking about it, Song Yi, who was eating something, quietly raised her eyes and glanced at him, feeling a little embarrassed.
Because there are only two of them, and no one speaks, it will definitely be like this.
But I don’t know why, but I quite like this, because Qi Yuncheng’s face is full of seriousness, maybe he is also very interested in Leiyu.
So after finishing the last fried rice noodles quickly, I asked, "Do you like this drama?"