The charm of Peking Opera does not need to be said, people who understand it will naturally understand it, and people who don't understand it will listen to it.

Grandma Xing Mo and this group of old sisters loved to listen to Peking Opera when they were young, and their favorite corner was Pei Yizong, and the most frequented theater was the theater that Pei Yizong frequented.

It's a pity that Pei Yizong, like his ancestors, died young, and the younger brother who took over his class was not as good as him, and Grandma Xing Mo and other old sisters couldn't tolerate their ears being defiled, and gradually "lost their fans".

Later, it was not peaceful, and no one sang anymore, thinking of the special nature of Pei Pai's ghost play, Grandma Xing Mo and her old sisters thought that Pei Pai's ghost play had long been broken.

Now that they suddenly learned that there were descendants singing, they couldn't help but remember the past.

"The opening one is not good at singing, it's tender, and it takes a few years of practice. ”

"It's okay to sing Mu Guiying, this one called Lan Yanhai is the corner of Tianming Teahouse, right? ”

"This old Bao Gong has a really good voice, the top brand, it's a pity, there are few people who love to listen to this voice. ”

"How many are these? Why haven't you arrived at Pei Yuncang yet! I'm a little sleepy, hey, look, Grandma Xiaochuan is already asleep!"

If the old man was sleepy, he could sit there and fall asleep, as was the case with Grandma Boat, and if you came close to her and listened closely, you could hear a slight snoring.

"I'm a little sleepy, too. Grandma Xing Mo yawned and called the waiter standing at the door of the VIP room in, "Add some more tea, we want to drink some strong tea to refresh yourself." ”

The waiter's face was embarrassed: "Have you drunk strong tea in your stomach?"

"If you're not afraid that we're going to blackmail you, add less. ”

The waiter hurriedly laughed with a smiling face and exited with a teapot.

He didn't go to add tea, but went to the proprietress for help.

Lan Fengxian is in the box at the very edge of the second floor, which is her lounge and the best place for her to see the whole audience and the stage.

At this moment, Lan Fengxian, who was wearing a royal blue cloud brocade colorful butterfly cheongsam and her hair was simply tied behind her head with a hosta, was paying attention to Lan Yanqiao on the stage.

This is her apprentice who has recently stepped up training, and she learned to sing the song that Lan Fengxian was best at when she was popular - the matchmaker.

Lan Yanqiao has a pair of smart eyes, and when she sings Xipi Flowing Water, she performs the playful energy of the little red lady, and the corners of people's mouths can't help but rise.

Lan Fengxian slapped her fingers on the windowsill, with a satisfied smile on her face, as if she had seen Lan Yanqiao gradually become famous, and the Tianming Teahouse was full of guests.

"The hostess. ”

The waiter's call called Lan Fengxian back to his soul, Lan Fengxian turned his head, saw him carrying a tea kettle, and saw that the sign on it was a VIP room, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Fengxian drank medicine to ruin her throat when she took refuge, and after all these years, her throat has not been cured, and her voice is still rough and ugly.

"That's what you brought to our attention yesterday!"

Lan Fengxian snorted lightly: "You group of uneasy people, God knows how many things I have to tell you a day!"

"Ah Cang's nursery!"

Lan Fengxian raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and turned around to close the window of the private room, blocking out the hustle and bustle of the stage and preventing others from hearing their conversation.

The waiter complained bitterly: "Didn't you order us to pay attention to whether our teahouse has a nursery from Ah Cang yesterday?

A group of old ladies, the refreshments are all top expensive things, when our corners appeared, they didn't have a few good words, and now they said that they were sleepy listening to the play, and they wanted to drink strong tea, and they wanted to add tea to me, what if they drank a good one!"

After hearing this long complaint, Lan Fengxian frowned and asked, "How much did they consume?"

"Counting the private room fee, it is almost 200 yuan, but the bill has not been settled yet, and the person who booked the private room has deposited 400 yuan in advance, saying that he will wait for the people to leave and then settle the bill. ”

Lan Fengxian's brows furrowed even deeper: "The old ladies you said are sitting in the No. 1 VIP room?"

When the No. 1 VIP room was decided, Lan Fengxian heard that the guests had deposited 400 yuan in advance, so she was overjoyed to come to the high rollers, and specially asked the horns to be more energetic!

"No, five old ladies, each older than the other!"

In this way, it is really possible that Pei Xiaoque's parents are helping Ah Cang build momentum. Lan Fengxian muttered like this, and suddenly laughed again, "Even if I didn't hurt Ah Cang's child in vain, his nursery went to the top of other theater buildings to borrow the venue to publicize and publicize, and he spent a lot of money when he came to me! Okay, let's also give enough face, you give me the teapot, and I will personally go and bring tea to them." ”

The old ladies wanted to drink strong tea, and Lan Fengxian controlled the amount and carried the teapot to the No. 1 VIP room.

Entering the private room, Lan Fengxian looked at the five old ladies at a glance.

Before coming, Lan Fengxian also defined the five people as nurseries, and when she saw them at this time, Lan Fengxian was not sure.

After opening a teahouse for so many years, Lan Fengxian's eyesight was several grades higher than that of the waiter, and she could judge from the dress of the five old ladies at a glance that these people were by no means the kind of childcare that could be hired for money!

When Lan Fengxian looked at the five old ladies, the five old ladies were also looking at her.

The delicate grandmother shook her fan, and her critical gaze saw Lan Fengxian from head to toe, and then fell back and forth on her face, and said, "Look at your appearance, have you sung before?"

Lan Fengxian smiled faintly, and poured a cup for the delicate grandmother with a teapot: "You can see it accurately." ”

When the delicate grandmother heard Lan Fengxian's rough voice, she paused in shaking the fan and asked, "Is your voice bad?"

"Frightened. Lan Fengxian replied briefly, and then introduced herself, "Hello guests, I am Lan Fengxian, the proprietress of Tianming Teahouse, you can call me Xiaolan or Fengxian." ”

"Is there any elder in the family singing?" Grandma Xing Mo asked.

"Just look at her figure and know that it's a child's skill, do you still need to ask?" The delicate grandmother continued to talk, and pointed at Lan Fengxian with the fan in her hand and said, "Look at your age, you have to be more than 40 years old, right?" Is Lan Qingxue your parent?"

Lan Fengxian was stunned when she heard this: "Lan Qingxue is my eldest aunt." ”

The delicate grandmother glanced at Grandma Xing Mo proudly, put a fan against her chin, and closed her mouth with a smile on her face.

Grandma Xing Mo knew what kind of temper the old sister was, so she looked at Lan Fengxian carefully, nodded and said: "Look at your eyebrows and eyes, it is a bit of Lan Qingxue's taste, she sang the little red lady alive back then, and that aura is really not comparable to ordinary people!"

"You have heard my aunt's play, you must be old drama fans. I also heard Xiao Wang say, how many of you came to Ah Cang, because you know that he is the heir of the Pei faction's ghost play?"

"Yes, we only learned today that the inheritance of the Pei faction has not been broken, but when we found him, we found that he was singing "Xiaoshang River"!" Grandma Xing Mo's words were a little unhappy and disappointed.

Lan Fengxian is now completely sure that the few people in front of her are not nurseries!

What surprised Lan Fengxian even more was that the fans of Pei Pai's ghost show were really looking for a show!

Isn't it true that the people who go to other theaters are all childcare?

Lan Fengxian thought like this, her mind moved, and she said: "You are all old opera fans who have been listening to dramas all year round, and you must know the rules of ordering operas, how many of you ...... Do you want a play?"