Because it was the first time he came to the door, and Fang Yuan and Lan Caiyi had not officially married, it was forgotten when he was at his house, but in Lan Caiyi's house, it was naturally impossible to let them sleep together at night, Aunt Sun helped clean up a room, anyway, there were many rooms at home.

In order to be afraid that Fang Yuan would be alone at night, Lan Caiyi intimately sent out a small cotton jacket that was originally sticking to her - the universe is super invincible and cute baby, with her, she will not be lonely.

The little one was very curious about everything about her mother's house, the house here was bigger than the old grandfather's house, and she had never seen such a house, whether it was on the door, on the window, on the eaves, there were beautiful patterns.

The next day, everyone got up very early, because yesterday was tired of the day, and slept very early, especially the little guy was full of energy, just got up and ran to the yard to twist his ass and bend over, and then ran around the flower garden crazy, the beautiful name is exercise, the body is great, and the food is delicious!

Aunt Sun was also very surprised that Miss suddenly had such a big child, but since Mother Lan didn't say anything, she naturally wouldn't say much, and the little lady was also very cute, it was simply a little pistachio, which made Aunt Sun think of her grandson in her hometown, and she loved her very much, so she ran to the Beixinqiao Braised Boiled Shop early in the morning and bought the Braised Braised Boiled Shop and burned it.

In fact, Aunt Sun originally wanted to go to Lao Ciqikou to buy bean juice, but she was afraid that the little guy would not be used to it.

Sure enough, the stew is especially for the little guy's appetite, the thick old soup, the small intestine, the lungs, the fire is thorough but not sticky, the meat is rotten but not bad, Fang Yuan also enjoyed the benefits of the little guy, and ate an authentic Xia Jing breakfast, and then he learned how to do it, his sensitive sense of taste told him what ingredients were in it, the size of the fire, as long as he tried it a few more times, the taste was not difficult to make.

After breakfast, Papa Slam and Lan Caiyi were going to the factory, because Papa Slam needed to officially hand over the matter at hand to Papa Slam, and she didn't care if Papa Sappa really managed it himself, or if he was looking for a new manager in a headhunting company.

As for Mother Lan, she went to her grandfather's house with Fang Yuan when she was fine at home, and grandpa gave a special explanation yesterday.

When they arrived at their grandfather's house, they stood in the courtyard doing Tai Chi and waited for them.

"The old man didn't go out this morning in order to wait for you, and he usually has to go to Beihai Park to hang his throat at this time. "The second aunt saw them come over to greet them and said that the second uncle had already gone to work and asked for leave yesterday.

The hat alley where the old man lived has a long history and is the place where dignitaries and dignitaries of all dynasties lived. Starting from Nanluoguxiang and searching for its east and west wings, there are more than 20 listed cultural relics protection units in the 16 alleys, which shows how heavy the weight of this area is in terms of historical inheritance! And in this area, the one with the most listed protection, the highest level of courtyard buildings, and the most historical value is Mao'er Hutong.

In the Ming Dynasty, it was called Zitong Temple Wenchang Palace, and it was not until the Qing Dynasty that it was renamed today's "Maoer Hutong".

So don't look at the old man's small yard, which is not as big as Lan Caiyi's house, nor as gorgeous as her house, but in terms of value and location, it can completely explode Lan Caiyi's house, but this house is forbidden to be sold.

Walk west along Mao'er Hutong, walk for more than ten minutes, is Beihai Park, it is called Sanhai together with Zhonghai and Nanhai, and is also one of the most representative royal gardens, we heard "Let's swing the sculls" when we were children is Beihai Park, especially there are two lyrics in it, "The sea reflects the beautiful white tower, surrounded by green trees and red walls." It is a description of the main attraction of Beihai Park, the White Tower.

But Fang Yuan felt that it was a bit of a pit, it felt like the big stone piers were painted with white paint, there was nothing to look at, there were a few forts next to it, it was the summer vacation, and parents took their children to travel more, so many children rode on it to take pictures.

In addition, because of the high location, standing on the top just to have a panoramic view of Beihai Park, there are several temples under the white pagoda that are quite exquisite, but they are not allowed to enter.

Fortunately, the old man was more familiar with historical allusions, and he could say one or two things everywhere he went, which made Fang Yuan feel a little worthwhile.

"Therefore, don't just look at the scenery when you come to Beijing, the most beautiful scenery in the world is always nature, and no matter how perfect the artificial creation is, it is not as good as Zhong Lingyu's embroidery of nature, so to see the culture and history in Beijing. You have time to take the little one to the National Museum of China to learn about the splendid history and culture of the motherland. "The old man is very talkative.

"Isn't the National Museum the Palace Museum?" In Fang Yuan's impression, the Palace Museum seemed to be more famous.

"The Palace Museum? What's there to see in there? It's all some rags from the former Qing Dynasty, can it represent the culture of 5,000 years at noon? Besides, the good things in the Qing Palace are long gone in the Palace Museum. The old man said with great disdain.

"Where is that?" Fang Yuan was curious.

The old man glanced in the southeast direction, and Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment before he understood.

Therefore, the fame of Beihai is almost known to the whole world, but because of its scenery, it is unparalleled in the world? Surely not, the beauty is its heritage, humanities, and history.

But the little guy is full of interest, she is used to seeing the vastness of the sea, at first glance this small pond-like place is also called the sea, feel very novel, especially on Qionghua Island, the mountain is rugged, there is no intact road at all, but the little guy gets up is inexhaustible strength, and picks a rugged place to walk, and then rides on the raised strange rock to let her father take a picture of her.

Wait to come down from the mountain, it is the Yuanfan Pavilion, next to the Yuanfan Pavilion is the cruise ship dock, many parents take their children to swing the sculls, of course, there are no sculls now, they are all electric and pedaled.

The little guy was very moved when he saw it, and he grabbed his father's arm and asked him to take him to rowing too, but the old man was so old, how could Fang Yuan dare to take him to rowing.

"Next time Dad brings you here, let's go around other places with Grandpa Tai today, okay?" Fang Yuan picked her up.

"No, I'm going to row now, other children are rowing, why can't the baby?" said the little guy with his neck up.

At this time, the old man spoke, "You take her there, I just sit here and rest for a while." ”

After all, the old man is old, although his body is still quite tough, but he is also a little tired from climbing Qionghua Island just now.

When Fang Yuan took the little guy to swim around the lake, he saw the old man talking to a group of old men and women from a distance, some of them were holding flutes, some were holding erhu, some were holding pipa, and some were knee-swinging guzheng, etc., as if they were an elderly band.

He took the little one and walked over, and before he could get closer, he heard one of the silver-haired old ladies open her mouth and sing.

What a beautiful jasmine

What a beautiful jasmine

Fragrant and beautiful

It's fragrant and white

Let me take you off

Give it to someone else's home

Jasmine, jasmine

Even though Fang Yuan didn't know much about music, he also knew that this song was called "Jasmine", and its melody was beautiful, clear, tactful, fluctuating smoothly, and his feelings were delicate. When it was sung in the mouth of the old lady, it still had a light and lively feeling.

When the old lady finished singing, the people around her applauded, and those who knew each other shouted, "Teacher Xu, sing again." ”

Fang Yuan pulled the little guy and walked over quietly, standing behind the old man.

When Teacher Xu heard this, he smiled and said, "Don't sing, don't sing, go home and take your grandson." "A mouthful of Wu Nong's soft language is very good.

"Teacher Xu, you can sing it again, you sing really well. Everyone demanded in unison.

They are all old acquaintances, but after everyone's strong request, Mr. Xu finally agreed to sing again.

Remembering the accompanying music, Mr. Xu posed and sang first: "What a beautiful jasmine flower." ”

The little one stood by and sang in a whisper, "What a beautiful jasmine." ”

Teacher Xu then sang, "The fragrance is beautiful and full of branches. ”

The little one sang in a slightly louder voice: "The fragrance is beautiful and full of branches." ”

Teacher Xu sang a sentence, the little guy sang a sentence, his voice became higher and higher, and he completely entered a state of selflessness, the old lady also found out, slowly lowered her voice, and finally it could even be said that she was not singing, but reminding the little guy's lyrics, and the eyes of the people around her all turned from Teacher Xu's body to her.

The old man also turned his head and looked at the little one with a look of surprise on his face.

The little one's little milk voice echoed in the park, and the song "Jasmine" sang from her mouth with a childlike joy, and the rhythm was very accurate.

Looking at the little man who looked like a little angel, everyone seemed to hold their breath, for fear of disturbing her.

When she finished singing a song, the people around her did not hesitate to send warm palms, and the little guy was shocked and shy in the arms of his father behind him.

There were all voices of admiration all around, and they all envied Fang Yuan for having such a lovely and smart daughter.

"This is my family, my great-grandson, haha....... The old man happily said to everyone, don't mention the smugness.

"Old man, you have a successor. The old man laughed.

"Your great-grandson, is this a child in a little colorful clothes?" asked Teacher Xu as he walked over, squatted down and looked at the little guy.

At this time, the little guy was already poking his head out of his father's arms and looked at Teacher Xu in front of him with a little curiosity.

Mr. Xu is about 60 years old, with silver hair, a silk scarf tied around his neck, and a Chinese-style silk dress, which looks very temperamental.

"Don't be afraid, come to grandma, grandma also taught your mother to sing back then!" Mr. Xu is also kind and kind-eyed, and he is very good when he speaks.

The little one quickly let down his guard and stepped out of his father's arms.

"You really look like your mother, and your talent is also very good!" Teacher Xu touched her little face.

Then he raised his head and said to Old Man Lan: "This kid has a good timbre and a strong sense of rhythm, are you going to let her inherit your mantle?"

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then shook his head with a smile, "Forget it, forget it, I'll teach her if she's interested in learning, and I won't force it if she's not interested in learning." ”

Teacher Xu stood up and said with a smile, "It's still the old man, you can see it." ”

The old man just smiled when he heard this, and then the other party said, "Let's go, I'll take you around again." ”

But it was clear that he was not in high spirits.

Fang Yuan pulled the little guy silently, and you followed behind him.

After a while, the old man suddenly said: "When I was young, I learned the big drum, sang Yue Opera, and finally sang Peking Opera and ate a mouthful of food, but I didn't expect that none of my children inherited my mantle, in fact, I also blamed me, in the past, the opera belonged to the lower third-rate, and I didn't let the children learn to sing with me, but I didn't expect that with the improvement of life, it has become an art." ”

The old man smiled as if deprecating himself.

"Drama itself is a kind of national art, an important part of the Chinese national culture, the quintessence of the country, and a ...... of the world cultural heritage. ”

The old man waved his hand to interrupt him and continued, "Later, I also accepted many disciples one after another, but none of them were talented, and they couldn't endure hardships, so I couldn't find a good seedling, but I was a short-lived ghost, I got tuberculosis at a young age, and I died in a few years." ”

"Later, I also stopped thinking about the disciples, until Caiyi was born, she was very talented, so when I was a child, I also intended to train her, but good guy, this girl's temperament is wilder than a few boys in the family, and she is an assertive master, and she gave up the road of art directly in high school. The old man said with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Fang Yuan stretched out his hand to hold his arm, the little guy saw it, and also wanted to hold his father's arm, but he was too short, and he couldn't reach his toes after padding it a few times, so he could only stuff his little hand in his father's palm in the end.

The old man looked at her little appearance, reached out and touched her head, "This little guy's talent is as good as her mother's." ”

"In that case, old man, you can teach the little guy to sing!" Fang Yuan hurriedly helped.

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this, but then shook his head, "Forget it, I'm old, and I don't have the energy to teach, and she has her life, so you can't force it." ”

"You can teach her some basic skills, if she likes it, then let her learn it, and if she doesn't like it, forget it. Fang Yuan hurriedly said, in order to please the old man, he even sold his own daughter, as for the little guy who didn't know anything, when his father saw it, he gave him a big smile.

The old man thought for a while and said: "That's fine, even if you don't like it in the future, it's always good to learn more things, and besides, art is all figured out, and it's fast to learn other things." ”

Fang Yuan was talking to the old man here, and suddenly felt that someone was staring at him, his five senses were sensitive, as long as someone's gaze stayed on him for a long time, he would notice something, so he subconsciously followed his gaze and looked over.

It turned out to be a middle-aged couple, the woman was still holding a child in her arms, she was leaning on her shoulder and falling asleep, seeing Fang Yuan looking over, the man grinned at him, a simple and loyal appearance, Fang Yuan nodded, looked away, and pulled Xinxin to continue chatting with the old man.