Han Caiwei handed the phone to Han Pingzheng and said, "Grandpa, Uncle Yan's phone, there was something wrong with the phone just now, so the connection was disconnected!"

After speaking, Han Caiwei couldn't help laughing.

Han Pingzheng also glared at her "viciously" and reached out to take the phone.

Han Caiwei stood aside, ready to listen to what Grandpa would say this time.

Han Pingzheng took the phone, looking like nothing had happened just now, and said, "Xiao Yan, you can tell me what happened just now, and explain the child's situation clearly!"

Yan Zhengqing was also stunned, he was originally going to say these words, to dispel the other party's sudden anger, but he didn't expect Han Pingzheng to become peaceful.

Yan Zhengqing couldn't help but think of the girl called "Cai Wei", everyone who has seen this girl will be full of praise for it, not to mention Rongzi, the main thing is this temperament and the ability to deal with people, every sentence is so appropriate and appropriate, so that you can feel the child's upbringing and knowledge.

Compare it with her grandfather Han Pingzheng, everyone is teasing behind her back, fortunately she didn't follow Han Lao!

Yan Zhengqing said, "Just last night, I was reading at home, and I heard the sound of sitting in the palace singing outside the window, and I didn't care at first, after all, many of us upstairs are from the Peking Opera Company, and I thought it was a recording.

But after I listened to a few words, I found that the person who sang the Princess of the Iron Mirror was Pei Jingqi next door, I thought it was him who was practicing, but suddenly an old voice came from behind, it was Yang Yanhui who was singing, that voice, even through the window, I could feel the strength, the voice was sharp, calm, high but not broken, high but not floating, particularly stable,

But the most important thing is his timbre, I have listened to the drama for so many years, and I guess only those masters when they are young, the sound of that period can be compared to it. ”

After Han Pingzheng listened, he also pondered for a moment and said, "Do you mean to say that the kid who sang Yang Yanhui is the person named Pei Yanzhi you said?"

Yan Zhengqing said, "That's right, after listening, I couldn't help it, I thought it was a Peking Opera master, so I hurried to the next door, wanting to meet this old actor, and it turned out that the person who sang at that time was Pei Yanzhi, and he also sang a Ganlu Temple in front of me, using our Yan faction singing!"

Han Pingzheng couldn't help frowning, and said, "Ganlu Temple, that's my Ma Sect's specialty, your Yan Sect is not as good as our Ma Sect in this play!"

Although Yan Zhengqing knew that the other party was a generation older than him, he would not give in on this kind of issue, and said dissatisfiedly, "Uncle Han, it is a bit arbitrary to say this, I admit that your Ma faction's Ganlu Temple is perfect, and Master Ma's performance is also impeccable, but our Yan faction's Ganlu Temple also has a unique flavor, and there are many people who like our Yan faction's Ganlu Temple!"

Han Pingzheng's eyes widened and said, "Heh, you are a little strict, you are still unconvinced, if you are not convinced, let's compare the two of us to see who has more audiences!"

Yan Zhengqing was blocked and had nothing to say, but on the other side was the successor of the Ma faction recognized by all the descendants of the Ma faction, the one who was most like Master Ma, and he was just an ordinary descendant of the Yan faction.

There is such a saying in the Peking Opera industry for quite a few years, "There is no life and no Tan", which shows how majestic the Tan school was at the beginning, and now, the Tan family has developed to the seventh generation, which is the living fossil of the entire Peking Opera industry.

And Ma Pai, a master of Ma Lianliang is enough, an existence with the same name as Mr. Mei Lanfang, a mountain that both predecessors and future generations should look up to.

Yan Zhengqing said a little sullenly, "Uncle Han, you can't bully the small with the big!"

Han Pingzheng said with a smile, "What is there in the Peking Opera industry to bully the small, we have such an old saying in the Peking Opera industry, don't bully the young! I'm so old, my strength is definitely not as thick as you, who bullies whom!"

Yan Zhengqing's side was also depressed, what's the matter, why is it that our Yan family is going to PK with your horse faction, this Uncle Han is too out of tune!

Han Caiwei here also couldn't stand it anymore, and said softly, "Grandpa, don't make trouble, get down to business!"

Han Pingzheng smiled and said, "Okay, don't you dare, forget it, what are you going to say about that Pei?"

Han Caiwei couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "Pei Yanzhi!"

Han Pingzheng sighed for a moment and said, "Yes, you continue to talk about that Pei Yanzhi!"

Yan Zhengqing felt that his emotions were a little chaotic now, and he didn't know where to start, so he said with some frustration, "Oh, I said Uncle Han, you must believe me, this kid is definitely a genius who sings old students, you must meet this child, I heard that his family is preparing to find him an old master!"

Han Pingzheng asked with some doubts, "Then aren't you the first to get the moon near the water, although your strict faction is not as good as our horse faction, but you can also be regarded as one of the four great susheng!"

The more Yan Zhengqing listened, the more harsh he became, what is called Yan faction is not as good as Ma faction, what is called is also counted, but Yan Zhengqing said silently in his heart, not angry, not angry, not angry......

Yan Zhengqing forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his heart and explained, "I want to accept apprentices, but people have no intention of worshipping Yanmen, even if I want to pull the junior brother, no one is willing!"

Han Pingzheng also laughed when he heard this, and said, "I'll just say that your Yan faction is declining, don't you want to catch up with people, do you say that you are not as good as our Ma faction! Hey, hey, why is there no sound, is it disconnected again?"

Han Ping was looking at the phone with a puzzled expression.

Han Caiwei stood aside helplessly, reached out and "snatched" the phone from Han Pingzheng's hand, put it on the phone, looked distressed, and said, "Grandpa! Look at how you talk, you are hanging up the phone with Uncle Yan angry!"

Han Pingzheng smiled and said, "Cai Wei, is there anything wrong with what Grandpa said just now, originally our Ma faction was stronger than their Yan faction, you see that there are still a few people in their Yan faction, and our Ma faction, that is a strong soldier and a strong horse, is it comparable?"

Looking at Han Pingzheng, who looked proud, Han Caiwei also rolled her eyes, turned around, walked to the door, and when she arrived at the door, she looked back and said, "Does the strength of the Ma faction have anything to do with you?"

After speaking, Han Caiwei disappeared at the gate, leaving Han Pingzheng in a daze.