There is a small courtyard in the courtyard-style house, Fu Nanxun walked through the corridor, his eyes always drifted uncontrollably to the flower beds in the courtyard, he had been gone for so many years, and these flower beds were pruned so much that he didn't recognize them.

Secretary Yu led Fu Nanxun away for a while, and then entered the old man's room.

Old man Fu has a lot of titles, he is the head of the Fu family class of this generation, and the opera garden he runs is called Fu Jialou, and he also serves as the president of the Opera Association.

Fu Nanxun was halfway through his practice, ran away, ran to be an artist, and forgot his ancestral craft.

"Do you know you're back?"

The old man leaned back in the leather boss's chair and slowly turned around.

Fu Nanxun asked Secretary Yu to lead him to sit down, looked up and looked carefully at his grandfather, who was afraid of him when he was a child, and was stunned to find that his hair was all white, and the dotted age spots spread along the folds of his sideburns to his cheeks, which was an old dragon clock that could not be hidden.

The grandfather who always stretched his face and asked him to tear his crotch and ask him to learn drama still couldn't withstand the blows of the years in the end.

Finally, Fu Nanxun softened first, "Yes, grandpa, I'm back." ”

"Have you figured it out?"

Of course he knows what it means to go home, a whole Fu family class, and that huge opera garden, will one day be handed over to him, he has been tumbling in the entertainment industry, and he has not yet worked hard to become famous, but he didn't expect to let Xu Chunqiu's song "The Drunken Concubine" be sung upset, and he came back in a trance and involuntarily.

"Figured it out. ”

The old man snorted coldly, obviously overjoyed in his heart, but on the surface, he unconsciously duplicity, "You have been playing outside for so many years, and your kung fu practice when you were a child has been wasted. ”

As soon as he blurted out, he thought it was going to be a bad thing, his grandson was the most annoying that he always talked about this matter, and in the past, he would have lowered his face and contradicted it, but somehow, today he nodded obediently and replied in agreement, "Yes, it's all deserted." ”

Fu Nanxun thought of "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home", when Xu Chunqiu had to get up at half past five in the morning, and the charm and elegance of his every move when he was performing on the streets and alleys, he was looking at his current mess, and sincerely agreed, he was indeed deserted.

"It's good to know," Old Man Fu made him embarrassed to criticize him with such a sincere attitude, so he only said, "Don't think about going on stage first, play the huqin with the orchestra first." ”

Fu Nanxun nodded, as if all the stubborn bones in the past had been softened into a puddle of water, what the old man Fu said he just nodded and agreed, it was rare that the grandfather and grandson did not argue, and finally the young man left the room with a straight back, leaving only the old man with his back to the direction of the door, and the moist eye sockets overflowed with warm liquid, rolling straight down the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

"Less," his voice choked slightly, "why did you say he suddenly wanted to come back?" ”

Secretary Yu pondered for a moment and handed over a tablet, "Xu is because of this." ”

The screen is on, it is a variety show, "Returning to the Garden".

The show has been updated for several episodes, and the old man looks down on variety shows the most on weekdays, but as soon as he saw Fu Nanxun showing his face inside, his eyes automatically followed, and when he reacted again, he had already watched it with relish.

"This girl is good, and she works well. ”

He looked at it, and the focus of his gaze involuntarily shifted to Xu Chunqiu's body.

He saw Fu Nanxun picking up some firewood that couldn't be burned like a fool, and asking the little girl to take into account his self-esteem and carefully teach him how to identify firewood behind his back, and he felt that his face was panicked for no reason.

His grandson is also in his twenties this year, and he will be twenty-four after the New Year, and he has to take care of the little girl who is a few years younger than others throughout the whole process, which is really useless.

After reading the first issue, Mr. Fu didn't see the key point for a long time, so he clicked on the second issue of "Returning to the Garden".

At the beginning, there is a shot of Xu Chunqiu practicing his voice barefoot on the ridge, and there is a large film densely packed on the barrage-

"Wuli Qiuqiu, is she working so hard?"

"It's called some people who look better than you and work harder than you!"

"This picture is so beautiful, it is really possible to take screenshots as wallpapers in every frame!"

"Where is this variety show, it's completely a movie-level picture!"

"Does anyone know what she is practicing, my friend who studies vocal music said that this doesn't seem to be the way to practice popular singing, nor is it bel canto or something......"

Three or five barrages floated past, and finally one of them touched the side, "Why do I think it seems to be the basic skill of opera?"

Old Man Fu recognized it almost at a glance, because he taught his disciples to raise their voices in this way in the troupe.

Judging from the fact that this little girl got up from bed at half past five in the morning and raised her voice, you can know that she is down-to-earth, serious, has solid basic skills, and is a good child.

However, as soon as the camera turned, it brought to his grandson, at seven o'clock in the morning, Xu Chunqiu came back lightly after practicing his voice, Fu Nanxun slept in the blue brick house like a pig, and it was not until half past seven that he opened his eyes with difficulty.

It's really better than people to die, and goods have to be thrown away, if it weren't for the fact that this is his own grandson, Old Man Fu quickly dispersed these not very good thoughts and continued to look down.

Then, he heard the four-different "play" that Fu Nanxun sang for his performance.

A skinny old man in a hurdle vest next to him spat at him and scolded him for "working too hard".

Mr. Fu: ......

This is not unjust at all, and it is indeed quite inferior.

I'm afraid this child is holding the wrong one, Old Man Fu thought, since the child was born, his parents have been nurturing on the ears, and he has not taken the road before he has taken it, so he hugged him on his knees and taught him, how could he teach such a ghost virtue.

However, if you think about it carefully, he has been rolling in the entertainment industry for so many years, and it is normal to forget the skills he learned when he was a child.

But is it because of this that he changed his mind and suddenly went home?

The young master of Liyuan, who has been away from home for many years, finally recognized that he was a vegetable competition, and wanted to pick up the poor skills he had laid when he was a child?

Isn't this a bit thin?

Old Man Fu was suspicious and continued to look down.

Only to hear a clear sound of "Island Ice Wheel Beginning Turning" drilled straight into his ears, shocking his whole body, and the three souls and seven spirits seemed to swing slightly.

This is the reason why he went home, the old man thought firmly.