"Hey, Qin Guan, give him a hand."
"What? Me? "
"That's right. Don't think that I don't know that Teacher Rong has found a lot of acting teachers for you. With your quick-wittedness, you can even do the Jingyun drum, let alone the most orthodox Peking opera.
Qin Guan looked quite serious. He couldn't tell her that his singing skills and postures had been chosen by Teacher Rong according to the characteristics of his profession. As for the Plum School, it was the opposite of what he was supposed to be.
The other party was a monkey. What did you want him to teach? Flirting with him?
Before Qin Guan could refuse, Xu Xiaoxiao realized that Qin Guan could sing. According to his girlfriend, Qin Guan must have learned from a master.
"Teacher! Help! "
I'm not Tang Seng!
Xu grabbed Qin Guan's sleeve.
"You have to teach me. I want to amaze the world at my grandfather's birthday party."
Guess why this child was so anxious? It was because their family was too big. The Xu family, which was born in the south, had four grandfathers. From the first grandpa to the fourth grandpa, there was no need to mention the younger generation in the United States.
If he wanted to get the attention of his family, he had to fight for it. It was a pity that Xu Xiaoxiao was favored at home, but once he went out, he became quiet. He was a typical bully at home.
It couldn't be helped. As the eldest son, his father had told him to keep a low profile in front of outsiders since he was young.
"But I only know how to sing the part of a young man. I'm best at cross-acting. I'm not proficient in the part of a young man like you. I only know a little."
Qin Guan and Xu Xiaoxiao looked at each other. The old man liked to celebrate his birthday. What should he teach? Cong Nianwei was more meticulous than the two men.
Cong Nianwei was more meticulous than the two men. She pulled Qin Guan's sleeve and said, "Are you stupid? The most traditional birthday celebration in Beijing Opera starts with Magu. Xu Xiaoxiao is not big and strong, so he can sing Magu."
The monkey was freed in an instant.
Qin Guan looked at Xu Xiaoxiao, who looked happy. The idea was much better than Sun Wukong beating Pan Jinlian three times. Qin Guan nodded in agreement immediately. Since the boy was willing, there was no reason for him to refuse.
"Let's get down to business." Xu thought that Qin Guan was going to ask him when the class would begin, but Qin Guan pointed to an empty table and said, "Serve us the dumplings first. I'm not full yet."
Xu rolled his eyes. At the same time, Su San bowed to Xu and left the stage.
"Qin Guan, if you can sing on my stage today, no matter how good or bad you are, I'll give you a 30% discount when you eat in the future. I'll sell it to you."
"What? Can you make the decision for this restaurant? "
"Of course. I'll get you a gold card."
"Okay. You cook the dumplings and I'll sing on the stage. The dumplings won't be hot after I sing." Cong Nianwei was happy.
Cong Nianwei was quite happy. The prices in New York were so high that they had calculated the night before. If they wanted to live a good life, they would need at least 100,000 dollars after deducting their tuition fees. Even a mosquito's leg was meat.
"Hey, don't go up like that. Go backstage and draw first."
When he reached the backstage, he saw Su San removing her makeup. She was quite satisfied with the high salary offered by the Peking Opera actress.
Now the classmate of the boss's son was going to make trouble on the stage. The middle-aged woman sighed at the thought.
The Chinese are really wasting the quintessence of Chinese culture. Before she could react, Qin Guan had already drawn himself a pretty actress with some paints.
His beautiful eyebrows were raised, his eyes were watery, his hair was pinned, and his cheeks were flushed. He was a handsome young man, but in front of everyone, he had transformed into a young woman who was lost in thought.
Qin Guan put on his cyan sleeves and sang, "Xu Xiaoxiao, lead the way!"
Beautiful!
The woman stood up with a clatter. The stool behind her almost fell to the ground. No way! Does he want to watch again?
Su San was not in a hurry to leave. Fortunately, the robe was loose and bright, so Qin Guan did not wear it as a dress. It covered his shoes.
"Ah..."
"Yaochi has received the Holy Mother's teaching. She turns around and takes a bottle of wine..."
Hua Dan is beautiful because of her youth, while the cyan dress is beautiful because of the passage of time. Anger, happiness, laughter, anger...
One was shy, one was sad, one was in love, and one was resentful.
She held her hands, crossed her wrists, turned around, and paced back and forth. The fluttering sleeves, the wandering eyes, the orchid shape of her fingertips, and the charming face...
The guests were fascinated. It was as if a woman with a story was telling her heartfelt story on the other side of time and space.
Men looked at Hua Dan for romantic love, while women looked at Hua Dan for a lifetime of sadness...
Her cyan dress was fluttering in the wind, and her sleeves were fluttering in the wind.
The foreigners below had never seen such a scene before. Their eyes were sparkling, and their gestures were seductive. The saliva of this group of people was like a Niagara Waterfall!
Qin Guan stopped talking and left the stage. Before he could remove half of his makeup, Su San grabbed his arm. "Tell me who your teacher is!"
"Granny Rong..." Qin Guan stared at the excited woman with his innocent eyes. Xu Xiaoxiao, who was leaning against the door, was staring at Qin Guan. Feeling brave and righteous, Qin Guan stepped forward and said sternly, "What do you want? Let go of Qin Guan!"
Does your father know that you are a hero?
"Who is Granny Rong? Is there a teacher of Peking Opera in our country? "
"Yes. Granny Rong recommended me to learn Peking Opera for a while. Strictly speaking, I learned from Mr. Hu Wenge. He taught me a thing or two..."
"No wonder. I was wondering how Professor Li Susheng is doing. How is he? "
She was the other female student of the Plum School. She and Hu Wenge were of the same generation. They were both well-respected. Qin Guan nodded. "Very well. Professor Li has been singing and teaching many students."
Su San let go of Qin Guan's sleeve, letting out a sigh of relief. Her teacher was living a good life. She was relieved that her student hadn't given up halfway.
However, the boy, who had only been taught a little, was so good at singing. She had thought that Peking Opera had to find a new way out. She had resolutely gone abroad to explore the world. Had she made the wrong decision?
There was no soil for Peking Opera to breed here, and she, who had not practiced for a long time, had even started to feel rusty. As for the red-nosed and green-eyed guests below the stage, how many of them could understand, and how many of them came for Peking Opera?
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