"Teacher Ning, are you busy?"

"Hey, Mr. Li?" Ning Yunxi walked to the door and asked.

"Tonight, you parents have tickets, so you can go to see your children's performances." Mr. Li said as he distributed the tickets to Ning Yunxi.

Ning Yunxi counted and it happened to be the ticket for several people in their family.

"Please take it, there will be no more one." Mr. Li glanced at her face and said, "Don't be nervous. Your two children sang well. My daughter-in-law said it."

Since she knew that Mr. Li’s grandson Li Qiutian (nickname Tiantian) was not selected into the choir, Ning Yunxi was stunned for a moment and wondered what was going on. When she understood what was going on, she was surprised: “It turns out that Tiantian’s mother is—”

"My daughter-in-law is from the art troupe." Uncle Li admitted, saying, "I don't usually talk to the public, I'm afraid the impact is not good."

Shao Qiaofang is the name of Mr. Li’s daughter-in-law. She is a famous pillar in the art troupe and a famous dancer. This time the art troupe dedicated to all audiences, the solo dancer in it is Shao Qiaofang.

The more cultivated the family, the lower the key. Ning Yunxi admired and said, "Uncle Li, you can't tell me."

"I am familiar with you, Teacher Ning. Besides, every time my daughter-in-law sees her son, she can't help but praise you, saying that you taught her son well. If she hadn't been busy, she would have wanted to visit you long ago. I would have taken my grandson to her workplace to see her." Mr. Li said this was something I would know sooner or later.

Ning Yunxi waved his hand: "It's not my credit. Every day, this child is diligent and very well-behaved."

"Okay. Teacher Ning. Let's talk about other things when the children finish their performance."

The words that Mr. Li suddenly left behind made Ning Yunxi a little confused and wanted to ask again. Mr. Li walked away and was busy going to other houses to issue notices. At 3:30 in the afternoon, the second child brought Xiaosi and Xiaowu back for supper.

Meng Chenyi told Ning Yunxi: "I said I was going home for dinner and set off by myself. At half past five, I went to the right door of the Cultural Palace in the city to gather. What is the location of the right door? You may need to ask someone for a detailed location."

Ning Yunxi pulled the little girl Meng Chencheng's little hand.

Meng Chencheng's two small eyelids were fighting. He woke up early in the morning and did not rest at noon, which made the child sleepless. So Ning Yunxi asked the child to go to bed first and cook some porridge for the child himself to make it easier to get into.

In comparison, Meng Chenjun was also sleepy, but he was in good spirits. He was dozing off bored on the sofa at home. Seeing this, Ning Yunxi asked Meng Chenyi to carry the bed blanket to cover him so that he would not catch a cold.

"How did you make them so tired?" Meng Chenxi asked.

Meng Chenyi saw some situations on the scene and said, "I finally practiced together, so the teacher's requirements became tighter. Everyone was very nervous."

It seems that it is not just the children who are tired, but the actors and teachers of the art troupe were even more tired. At that time, the actors were not rich, especially the art troupe, who served the troops and the people, and received military salaries. There was no sky-high performance fee. The literary and artistic workers of that era did not have the concept of pursuing money in their hearts. However, the pursuit of art truth in their pursuit of art has created countless classic programs.

Thinking about the time being, Ning Yunxi went into the room and called the little girl up to prepare for supper.
Chapter completed!