June 4th. Saturday, no rest, now only one day off. But everyone in the Beijing Film Studio seemed to have nothing to do. Except for those who really had to shoot, the rest resolutely became the temporary I of the "Marriage Preparation Office for Comrade Chen Qi and Gong Xue". Just for that building, everyone had to be enthusiastic. In their minds: if you give gifts, others may not remember, but if you don't give gifts, they will definitely remember. In the tube building, the door of Gong Xue's dormitory was open, and more than 20 people were crowded inside and outside the room. Her mother, father, brothers and sisters were all there, as well as good friends Wang Haowei, Zhang Jinling, Cai Ming and others. Wang Haowei has strong organizational skills and shouted, "I'll tell you about tomorrow's schedule!" "Tomorrow morning, the makeup artist and the costume designer will come first to dress up Xiao Gong. Xiao Chen will come to pick up the bride. We will go to Lechunfang first to have some fun, and then go to the Ministry of Culture cafeteria for a drink...Tomorrow, we will be the ones leaving with the car, and the rest of the comrades will go on their own..." She made the arrangements very clear, and finally said, "Xiao Gong, you get in the car tomorrow, the old factory director wants to see you off in person." "Yeah, I know!" "Xiao Chen sent out three cars, his two vans, and borrowed a car from the Ministry of Culture... Hey, is the photographer ready?" "Zhang Yi and others!"
"Okay, that's all for now, we'll talk about it when we remember!" The group stayed for a long time and then dispersed noisily. Gong Xue's family also returned to the guesthouse, and her mother stayed behind to accompany Gong Ying for the last night. "Do you have anything else to bring?" "No, just the trophy." The mother looked at her pile of honors and sighed: "Let's talk behind closed doors. Without Xiao Chen, you wouldn't be where you are today. She's good in every way, and good to you. You should live a good life after you marry her, have a son or a daughter, and be filial to your parents-in-law..." "Mom! Why are you so feudal? You don't have the temperament of a socialist woman at all." Gong Ying said. "This has nothing to do with socialism. This is the way to maintain a long-term family harmony. You must always remember it!" The mother glared at her. Gong Xue smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know everything. Xiao Chen and I have been together for almost three years and we get along very well. His parents are also good people, don't worry about me." Mother Gong was inevitably sentimental when her daughter got married, and she gave many instructions. Then he said, "By the way, Xiaoxue, I always forgot to ask you, who manages your salary?" "Ah?" "Who manages the family property?" "We, we..." Gong Xue scratched her head and said, "I haven't thought about this kind of thing. Usually, we spend our own money. He will buy me what I need." "Everything needs money, such as food, clothing, and social relations. You said that we spend our own money, so what if you spend all your salary?" "I..." "Didn't you say that he gave you 5,000 yuan? You didn't spend a penny, which is a good thing. We don't want his money. But since we live together, you don't have to be embarrassed. Xiao Chen gives you money, so you spend it. You spend it on the family, on the two of you, and on his parents. No one can say anything. Just don't spend money recklessly. If there is any left, you can save some for yourself." "Mom, what are you talking about!" "Whatever I say, I do it for you!" Mother Gong is angry. In her eyes, her daughter is a love-brained person - although there is no such word now, the kind of love-giving. Chen Qi was young, rich, and had a promising future. She didn't consider anything. If something went wrong, she would have nothing to worry about. The night was getting late. The three of them squeezed on a bed and talked. They hadn't done this for many years. It was as if they were back to their childhood. Gong's mother was emotional and couldn't help wiping tears, which made the two sisters cry. When her mother and sister finally fell asleep, Gong Xue opened her eyes but still couldn't sleep. She was a little sad, but more happy. She loved Chen Qi very much. They had been living together for almost three years with trepidation, and finally got what they wanted.
She still thanked Wang Haowei. If it wasn't for Wang Haowei, she wouldn't have been able to play in "Lush Mountain Love" and meet Chen Qi. In fact, it was Chen Qi who recommended her with a lame excuse. Lechunfang. Chen Jianjun and Yu Xiuli moved in. Zhang Yi and others were also there, and Li Lingyu also rushed back. There weren't so many rooms, so they squeezed together. Basically, they didn't sleep tonight. Li Lianjie and the others had trouble going back and forth in Hong Kong, so Chen Qi didn't let them come back. Even so, Lechunfang has more than 20 people living there, and it is very lively. "When you get married, you are an adult, and you have to take on the responsibilities you should take on. Sometimes your temper is too childish, so you have to be more mature. Be nice to Xiao Gong, discuss things in advance, don't quarrel, and be filial to her parents." "I have a lot of responsibilities on my shoulders, and I am responsible for the entire Chinese cultural industry." "Look, you are here again, just when I said you were a child, can you be more serious?" In the bedroom in the backyard, Yu Xiuli was also nagging, and Chen Jianjun was relatively silent, only occasionally interjecting a sentence to express his father's homesickness. "By the way, have you two agreed on who will take care of your salary?" Yu Xiuli suddenly asked. "Do you still need to take care of more than 100 yuan a month?" "Don't talk nonsense, more than 100 yuan is not money? I know you make a lot of money, and there must be a rule to live together." "Oh, I know it in my heart!" Gong Xue's salary is more than 60 yuan, and Chen Qi's is more than 80 yuan. If he were an old comrade who participated in the revolution before the founding of the People's Republic of China, he could get 120 yuan at the same level. He was a young comrade who was promoted later and only got more than 80 yuan. The two of them together made 150 yuan per month. It was one tenth of the assets of the Oriental Company. "Xiao Qi, have you two talked about having children?" Yu Xiuli was particularly serious. "No." "Let's talk about it someday. It has to be put on the agenda." "We will go to the United States after we get married, and continue to film when we come back. We are busy from beginning to end all year. How can we have time to have children?" "If you don't talk about it, I will talk to Xiao Gong. This matter is not negotiable." Yu Xiuli put on an old Buddha posture. Neither the father nor the father dared to say anything. Chen Qi scratched his head. My God, even if I give birth next year, I will be 24 years old. I will be a father at 24 years old? ? ? Grandfather in my 40s? Four generations living together in their 60s will be laughed to death on Douyin! Well, there will be Douyin in 40 years. If there is no Douyin, I will make one myself. It will be very smooth to enter the Internet from the cultural circle. It is also very late here. The lights in the front yard have been on all the time. Zhang Yi and others are ready to play cards all night. His wife Xiao Hua has been transferred here. She usually works in the office of Beijing Film Studio. She was given a position as a data clerk, responsible for sorting out data. It's very leisurely. His eldest daughter Zhang Mo was supposed to be born in March, but now the butterfly wings have flapped. He was busy with "Life is Beautiful" last year and had no time to have sex, so Xiao Hua just got pregnant. Unconsciously, many trajectories have changed. His parents were in the second bedroom. I don't know if they slept or not. Anyway, Chen Qi slept very soundly, but he woke up in the middle of the night and then he lost all sleep. He didn't get up either. He lay in bed and thought about all kinds of things in a mess, but he was very excited. Until the light of the morning came. Finally, the big day has arrived. (No more.)