North Gate Lane, Magpie Alley, No. 103.

This is a small courtyard, the surrounding is very secluded, there is no one in the alley, only heard from the courtyard of No. 103 from the burst of drama, and occasionally a few shouts.

In the courtyard, the ancient acacia soared to the sky, and the thick shade sprinkled the ground, an old man in a white sweatshirt, holding a big pu fan in his hand, sat on a chaise longue under the shade of the tree, closed his eyes slightly, and was drowsy.

A beautiful woman, about twenty years old, looks like a gentleman, a girl of this era, actually wears two retro braids, but she doesn't look rustic at all, with a bookish atmosphere, like a lady who came out of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Grandpa! The phone is ringing! It's Uncle Yan calling, saying that I have something to do with you!" the woman walked up to the old man and called softly.

The old man opened his eyes, looked at the woman, and smiled slightly, "It's Cai Wei, oops, I'm asleep, it's really not energetic! Who did you say called?"

"Yan Zhengqing, Uncle Yan!"

"Oh, Xiao Yan, what's the matter?"

"I don't know, so I said that it's a good thing to find you, mysterious and secretive!"

The old man sat up reluctantly, walked into the house, saw the microphone next to the telephone, and reached out to pick it up.

"Hey, Xiao Yan, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Han, I'm sorry to disturb your rest!" On the other side of the microphone, Yan Zhengqing's voice came.

This old man is the soul of the Ma faction, Han Pingzheng.

Han Pingzheng said impatiently, "Okay, I'm already bothered, don't ink, let's talk, what's the matter?"

Yan Zhengqing also had a black line on his face over there, knowing that this uncle had a big temper, he didn't care too much, and said, "Uncle Han, I found a genius of an old Peking Opera student!"

Han Pingzheng didn't have a trace of turmoil in his heart, and said disdainfully, "Xiao Yan, the Peking Opera talents I have seen in my life are no less than the rice you have eaten." ”

Yan Zhengqing couldn't help complaining, I never eat rice, of course you have seen more people than I have eaten.

Yan Zhengqing was not discouraged, and said, "Uncle Han, this is different, his voice, his timbre, is the only one I have seen in my life, you should also know my ears, my hearing is absolutely fine, this child's voice is unique, and he is the best candidate to sing the old student!"

Han Pingzheng had also heard of Yan Zhengqing's nickname, "Yan Yi'er", however, Han Pingzheng was not a person who was so easily impressed, so he couldn't help but say, "What does it have to do with me whether it is the best candidate to sing the old student, besides, since it is a good seedling, why don't you Yan Zhengqing accept it, and renew the incense for your Yan faction, why recommend it to me, I don't believe that our two have such a good relationship!"

Yan Zhengqing was also in a cold sweat, and said with a wry smile, "Uncle Han is aware of everything, I don't know if you have heard of Pei Yanzhi, who has been very popular on the Internet recently!"

Han Pingzheng was originally sitting on the Taishi chair, looking like a big horse golden knife, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but straighten his waist, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, and said, "Are you talking about Pei Yanzhi who died with the neon people?"

"It's him!"

"It's so popular, I'm not a person who doesn't have access to the Internet at home, of course I know, what do you mean? Just say it, don't grind!" Han Pingzheng was a little impatient.

Yan Zhengqing wiped the sweat from his head and said, "The genius I introduced to you is Pei Yanzhi's great-grandson, and now the third generation of the Pei family, there is only one word difference from Pei Yanzhi's name, called Pei Yanzhi, his Yan is next to the word king, plus a double flame." ”

Han Pingzheng frowned and said, "Xiao Yan, how old is this child?"

Yan Zhengqing said, "It's said that it's a child, but it's actually not too young, and I'm in my twenties this year!"

Han Pingzheng's brows furrowed even tighter, and he asked, "Hasn't he ever studied drama?"

Yan Zhengqing said, "I have been learning drama since I was a child, and he has learned the Pei family Qingyi and the high-ranking Dao Ma Dan!

Han Pingzheng finally couldn't help it, slapped the table fiercely, and yelled at the phone, "Yan Zhengqing, are you teasing me, a person who has been singing for more than ten years said that he is suitable for singing old students, you still dare to say that your ears are fine, you should go to the hospital to see your ears!"

After speaking, Han Pingzheng hung up the phone directly, looking angry, sitting on the Taishi chair, his eyes wide.

Han Caiwei walked in from outside, holding the pu fan that Han Pingzheng threw on the rocking chair outside, looked at Han Pingzheng who was puffing up, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Grandpa, what's wrong, who provoked you!"

Han Pingzheng looked aggrieved, pointed to the phone and said, "Who? Who else can it be, it's not this Xiao Yan, Cai Wei, you come to tell grandpa, a child who has studied Tsing Yi and Dao Ma Dan for more than ten years, and now comes to learn from the old students, what is the situation!"

Han Caiwei pondered for a moment and said, "What you just said, is it what Uncle Yan said?"

Han Pingzheng nodded and said angrily, "Who else can he be, don't you say this is nonsense?"

Han Caiwei also smiled slightly, and handed the pu fan in her hand to Han Pingzheng, Han Pingzheng lost his temper, it was hot all over, took it, and slapped it a few times to relieve the anger in his heart a little.

Han Caiwei said softly, "Grandpa, I don't think Uncle Yan should be the kind of person who talks about it, since he said so, there must be a reason for him, after all, his nickname is Yan Yi'er, there are wrong names in this world, but there is absolutely no wrong nickname!"

The pu fan in Han Pingzheng's hand slowly stopped, revealing a look of surprise, and said with some suspicion, "Is there really such a person, who has studied Danjiao for more than ten years, and suddenly feels that he is suitable for singing old students, so his master has never discovered this?"

By the way, just now he said that he learned the sword and horse, that is Gao Linhai, and now there is only one of them, what a mistake!"

Looking at Han Pingzheng, who began to accuse the high faction, Han Caiwei couldn't help but chuckle, grandpa has this temper, and there is no room for a grain of sand in his eyes.

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

Han Pingzheng glanced at the phone, and then motioned for Han Caiwei to answer.

Han Caiwei pursed her lips and reached out to pick up the phone with a smile.

"Hey, who's going to find someone?"

"Cai Wei, your Uncle Yan, the phone was suddenly disconnected just now, didn't I call quickly?" Yan Zhengqing said very politely over there.

Han Caiwei glanced at Han Pingzheng with a smile, and Han Pingzheng was shaking the pu fan there with an indifferent face, looking like it was a problem with the phone just now, not the phone I hung up.