“These past few days the baby’s been kicking like crazy, it’s making me uncomfortable — it must be a lively little boy. My mom has come back to the capital and will stay with me. I go downstairs for a walk twice a day, eat well, sleep well, everything’s fine — I just miss you.
This year the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers sent me a condolence letter asking me to write a few words of thanks. I’m thinking ‘Red Dresses Are All the Rage on the Street’ probably didn’t win another award, right? If it did, I’d be embarrassed.
Come to think of it I’ve been idle for half a year. Thinking that the baby will be born soon, I worry that I might be without work for a long time. I went to the hospital yesterday — they say it’ll probably be July, could be June, May isn’t impossible.
Anyway, hurry back… — Love, Xue!”
Chen Qi folded the letter, scratched his head, worry on his face.
Of course he wanted to go back early to be with Gong Xue for the birth, but he still had things to take care of here.