Next to the cultural square of Beilang Village is the nearby famous Huanxi Flower Park!

Although this is just a corner park squeezed out of the city space and surrounded by the small Huanxi Lake, the bright and warm sunlight spreads down in summer, the lush trees and dense shrubs are shining with fresh green, and the pink, purple and beige flowers are also reflected in the bright colors of the lake......

This is already a rare little freshness in a big city like a steel forest!

In Huanxi Lake, beautiful goldfish are chasing the fallen petals in groups, and next to Huanxi Lake, three teenagers in the flowering season are also chasing me, and their cheerful and light laughter is also wafting in the sweet air with flowers.

"Feifei, hurry up!"

"Yiyi, you wait for me!"

"You're so slow, I've got a computer with me!"

Yang Ruoyi and her friends stepped on the fine sunlight and ran into the teahouse opened by her family by the lake.

"Once upon a time" is the name on the signboard.

Just like the name, although there are a lot of white-haired or bald old men in the teahouse rubbing mahjong, but the movement is not big, one by one lazily pushing out the mahjong tiles, like their current desireless, non-fighting and non-grabbing old age.

Of course, there are exceptions, there is a table near the lake, and two grumpy old men are scolding while building the Great Wall.

"Thirty or fifty thousand hit three, four, forty thousand, do you still dare to fight?" The old man in a white linen Tang suit with a little dark brown old spot on his face is surnamed Fu, his name is Fu Taining, and he is also the grandfather Fu that Yang Ruoyi told his father before.

The old man in a yellowed undershirt and in high spirits on the line with him is called Li Dade, he is like a powder keg, burning at a point, mahjong is slapped on the table, and he does not reason with Lao Fu: "Why don't you dare to fight? Support the bold to death, starve to death the cowardly!"

"If you hadn't called the old willow bar to blossom, the next touch row would be my self-touching ......"

The two old men quarreled fiercely, but the others were not used to it, and they had no interest in persuading peace. Who made them usually do not deal with each other like this, and verbal confrontations have long become commonplace?

"Yiyi, where is your father, ask him to come over and comment on the theory!" Fu Taining raised his head and saw Yang Ruoyi and them sneaking in, so he shouted.

"Hehe, Grandpa Fu......" Yang Ruoyi also wanted to sneak to the second floor of the teahouse with her friends to play, but she didn't expect to be discovered, she pulled the hem of her clothes, and laughed a little weakly, "I don't know what my dad is doing, didn't he come to the teahouse?"

"Wu Maocai's kid can't do it, he doesn't have a little position, he knows and mud. Fu Taining waved his hand and sent Yang Ruoyi away, he quarreled with Li Dade for a few more words, and when Lao Liu, who had just won the card, lost the dice, they all shut up and continued to invest in the next game of "battle".

......

Yang Ruoyi and they came to the teahouse to play, the main reason is that the environment here is good, next to the park is very eye-catching, and there is a fast Wifi!

The second floor of the teahouse is relatively large, and it was originally designed to be a restaurant box, but Yang Han was troublesome and didn't want the business to be too good, so he left the second floor empty.

Part of the second floor is used as a living area, which was renovated and left for the teahouse "shopkeeper" Wu Maocai and his daughter-in-law to live in. In addition, two boxes were opened by Yang Han and made into his own office - of course, it was basically useless, because Yang Han came downstairs to accompany those old men to chat.

On the contrary, Yang Ruoyi would come here on weekends to do her homework.

Yang Ruoyi knew that her father rarely came to the second floor of the teahouse, so she brought her friends over to "do something".

"What I want to sing is Lu Miaoling's "Flying to a Happy Place", and Feifei sings Lu Yuning's "Torment". Yang Ruoyi handed out his soft sheepskin notebook, on which two song titles were written in neat and neat small characters.

""The Birth of a Girl Group", what are the requirements for the audition? I think you should sing and dance, right? Are you just going to sing?" Peng Xueyuan took the account book, pushed his glasses, and asked suspiciously.

"Feifei should be singing and dancing at the same time, you help her find another choreographer with the accompaniment of this song, and see if she can find something more beautiful. Yang Ruoyi smiled generously, "I forget it, I can't dance, I don't have a foundation, and it's too late to learn now!"

In terms of talent, Yang Ruoyi knows that she can't compare with Feifei......

Tang Wenfei's parents are unreliable, but they are willing to spend money to train their children! Tang Wenfei has been dancing Latin since elementary school, and she used to win the championship of the children's group in the city, but she practiced less after she went to junior high school, but the foundation is there! She can also play a hand of guzheng......

Of course, Yang Ruoyi is not all useless, she sings very well!

"Your voice is very good for singing! You are also very talented in rhythm!"

And there is one thing that Yang Ruoyi doesn't know, in the second year of junior high school, Cai Hongzhuo, a music teacher in their class who once graduated from the Modu Conservatory of Music, made a special home visit because of his talents, and suggested to Yang Han that Yang Ruoyi should study music and focus on the art examination in high school.

Of course, Yang Han politely rejected Mr. Cai, he still hopes that his daughter can have an ordinary, happy and happy life. So in the end, it was over......

However, because of Teacher Cai's enlightenment, Yang Ruoyi not only learned to simply ventilate, but her interest in singing was also completely stimulated!

That's why she signed up for "The Birth of a Girl Group" with Tang Wenfei.

"If you don't dance, will the chances of being selected be very low, very low? Unless you really sing very well, I think there is hope. Peng Xueyuan scratched his head.

"It seems like this, last year I could only sing, and I couldn't get an A. Tang Wenfei looked at his little friend and said softly, "We won't be able to practice!"

Seeing that the two good friends were trying their best to persuade him, Yang Ruoyi also hesitated.

"Okay then! Peng Peng, you can help me find a choreographer, Fei Fei......" Yang Ruoyi knew that if she wanted to make achievements to gain her father's approval, she would have to put in two hundred percent of her efforts, so she made up her mind and said firmly, "You teach me to dance, I must practice this week!"

"Okay!" Tang Wenfei's temper was a little tepid, and she was also infected by Yang Ruoyi's energetic smile, and she also laughed happily.

......

Upstairs, when the three little ones were discussing the choreography in full swing, wearing a straw hat with a bit of cowboy style, Yang Han came to the teahouse in a beautiful way under the scorching summer day.

"Uncle Guo, morning!"

"Uncle Jianyi, how's your luck today?"

"Old Guangye, don't smoke so much......"

The people who came to play in the teahouse were basically some regular customers, and Yang Han was very familiar with them, and he was greeting them all the way.

On the other side of the counter, Wu Maocai, who usually has no sense of existence, that is, the middle-aged man called "Wubo" in Yiyi's mouth, doesn't know when he has stood up behind the counter.

Wu Maocai has a mediocre appearance, that is, he is tall and has broad shoulders, and he does not look like a southerner's physique. But now he picked up the kettle to make tea for Yang Han, his movements were light and calm, and he had a great sense of disobedience compared to his big man.

"Yi Yi is upstairs, with Fei Fei and Peng Peng. Wu Maocai finished making tea and turned to talk to Yang Han, who was hanging a cowboy straw hat on the wall.

"Let them play in my office, it's a rare summer vacation. Yang Han nodded with a smile.

Facing the slow fan, I took a sip of the faint taste of Tieguanyin, and my body that was hot and baked by the sun just now felt a little cool. In the middle of summer in this Yangcheng, the sun is more and more scorching until noon!

However, Yang Han didn't have a chance to relax when he came to the teahouse.

didn't wait for him to drink two more sips of tea, and when they saw him, Fu Taining, Li Dade and other old men shouted for him to come over to evaluate the theory.

Halfway through, an old man with two golden dentures stopped him: "Xiao Yang, you, are you still the chicken feet you made two days ago?"

"Comber, you said lemon passion fruit chicken feet, it's delicious, isn't it? I made it myself, and I didn't sell it in our teahouse. If you still want to eat, I'll do it and I'll send you some more. Yang Han gently patted the back of the other party's wrinkled hand, and smiled in a very kind tone like coaxing a child.

"Good, good!" Comber grinned happily, smiling like a child.

"Xiao Yang, you can't favor one over the other!" the other old men also coaxed.

......

The teahouse was rebuilt more than half a century ago into a small wooden restaurant, and because it is a building made of wood, the sound insulation effect is certainly not so good, and the noise downstairs can be faintly transmitted to the upstairs.

The sound of mahjong collision in front is not so obvious, because everyone is used to it. Now mixed with some loud noises and cheers, it seems a bit abrupt!

"Is Uncle Yang coming?" Tang Wenfei was a little uneasy, she gently shook Yang Ruoyi's arm and asked in a low voice.

Yang Ruoyi watched the dancing video very devotedly just now, and was deaf to the sounds of the outside world, and now she was woken up by her friends, and only then did she notice the movement downstairs.

"I'll take a look!" Yang Ruoyi put the computer on the sofa and hurriedly ran out.

As soon as she walked up the stairs, Yang Ruoyi heard a sharp but tactful voice singing:

"Su San left HD County and will come to ...... in front of Dazha (Street)"

Yang Ruoyi trembled when she heard this voice, because she looked out from the guardrail of the stairs and saw that the person who sang was her father!

No, it should be said that the person who is singing Peking Opera in falsetto is his father!

Actually, it's not the first time Yang Ruoyi has seen such a scene, because Dad occasionally hums two paragraphs with these old grandfathers who like Peking Opera and Cantonese Opera in the teahouse!

It's just that she hadn't taken it very seriously before—after all, these traditional dramas were still a little too esoteric (antique) for a sixteen-year-old girl.

Today, I suddenly heard my father singing this paragraph, the falsetto sounded very weird, and there was no accompaniment and every word was dragged long, it should have been very awkward, but Yang Ruoyi inexplicably felt that it sounded good......

"Gentlemen of the past, listen to me......"

It's kind of interesting!

Yang Ruoyi squatted on the stairs, pulling the guardrail and sneaking at her father in the crowd.

He was like being stared at by the stars and the moon, and was watched by these old grandfathers in the teahouse with appreciative eyes - as if mahjong was not fragrant, these old men all sat happily on their chairs one by one, and turned around to listen to Yang Han's singing.

"Let's just say that Su San will break his life, and he will become a dog and a horse in the next life, I will be, report, and return ah......" A very short classic Peking Opera singing segment was sung.

"Okay!" shouted good and suddenly resounded throughout the teahouse, and almost every old man was clapping his hands.

Yang Ruoyi looked at the excitement and blush on their old faces, and the smiles from the heart, and she was also inexplicably shocked in her heart.

"One more, one more!" Fu Taining shouted in a heckling voice.

"Thank you, old men, for your support, take a break, and let me think about what to sing first. Yang Han returned the salute with his fist, he took the tea handed by Wu Maocai, put it aside, and said with a smile.

His own voice is not very suitable for singing high notes, and he can only rely on skills to sing falsetto to fool the past, so after singing two stanzas, he still has to take a break and nourish his voice.

Just now, while Yang Han was resting, Yang Ruoyi hurriedly ran upstairs, and the young figure blew into the office like the wind: "Peng Peng, quickly take your mobile phone and come over to record my father singing Peking Opera!"

When Yang Ruoyi ran back with his two friends and squeezed on the stairs to peek, Yang Han was ready to start singing again, but he didn't plan to sing traditional Peking Opera this time.

"Sing a simpler, little song with a little Beijing flavor!" Yang Han picked up a folding fan next to him, opened it, and shook it gently as if he was fanning the wind, and said with a smile.