Shen Hanyang watched the jokes of black idols for more than an hour, and the more he watched it, the more interesting he felt.

The funniest thing is that he found that some black fans have been paying attention to those idols for longer than most true love fans, which made him feel a novelty.

Is this black and black out of feelings?

It's amazing!

When they were fascinated by it, Wen Qian and the others walked over from the corridor, interrupting Shen Hanyang's interest.

He raised his head, saw Wen Qian's depressed expression, followed by the smiling opera teacher, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, and asked, "Wen Qian, why are you in such a low mood?"

Wen Qian sighed and looked at him with a complicated face: "The ventilation of Kunqu Opera is really too difficult to learn. ”

Just now she learned to sing Shen Hanyang's part with the opera teacher, singing and singing, and she found that she was not angry enough!

Known as the little diva of iron lungs, she actually has a time when she is not full of energy, and even Shen Hanyang can sing, but she can't, which has dealt a big blow to her self-confidence.

After listening to this, Shen Hanyang showed a clear look, and comforted her: "Although there are commonalities between singing and singing, there are also big differences, the singing words of Kunqu Opera are of different lengths, the rhythm is different, and some breaths still need to be memorized separately, so it is normal for you to learn it." ”

Wen Qian listened, his face showed a hint of relief, and then he listened to Shen Hanyang continue: "Your current singing skills are enough, Lao Luo said that there are not many pop singers who really practice ventilation and stealing qi to the extreme, only Zhang Xueyao, Zhang Rongfa and me, and a few dozen people. ”

Zhang Xueyao, the god of songs, Zhang Rongfa, the mentor of The Voice, and Shen Hanyang......

Something strange seems to have been mixed in here, right?

The smile on Wen Qian's face slowly converged, and he said with a black line: "If you don't brag, you can die!"

Shen Hanyang shrugged slightly.

He has memorized his mouth since he was a child, and his mastery of breath and rhythm is almost deep in the bone marrow, and Lao Luo was full of praise for him when he found this, which was one of the few virtues that he was praised by Lao Luo, so he remembered it.

Seeing that she was questioned by Wen Qian, she only felt that because she had different ideas from Lao Luo and them, she wanted to raise the bar, so she didn't explain.

The opera teacher on the side was a little dumbfounded, and defended him: "Shen Hanyang's breath has definitely been tempered a thousand times, Wen Qian, you should ask him for advice, it will be good for you to improve your singing skills." ”

Wen Qian learned a lot from this opera teacher and admired her very much, but let her ask Shen Hanyang?

Is he good for me to teach!

She snorted arrogantly and said to Shen Han Yang, "What are you eating today?"

Shen Hanyang thought for a while and said, "It's almost the New Year, let's get you rice cakes to eat." ”

"I like it!"

Wen Qian immediately left her saliva, and her eyes gradually lit up, as soon as she thought of horseshoe cake, taro cake, and radish cake, her saliva flowed out, and the coconut milk rice cake was also good!

Bidding farewell to the opera teacher, she followed Shen Hanyang into the car with great expectations, and the driver drove the car in the direction of the vegetable market.

Sitting in the car, Shen Hanyang looked at Wen Qian, who was about to have a little star in her eyes, and felt as if she had misunderstood something.

The car drove for a while, and Shen Hanyang wanted to explain to him what rice cakes were in the usual sense, but at this time, a sharp brake sounded, and the car stopped suddenly, and the strong inertia made the people in the whole vehicle rush forward!

After stepping on the brakes, the driver broke out in a cold sweat, turned his face in panic and said, "It seems to have hit someone!"

Wen Qian was startled, and his eyes widened in fear: "Then what should I do?"

Shen Hanyang frowned slightly, he didn't hear the sound of the car touching something just now, and he felt that the person who suddenly came out of the corner was a little evil.

When he raised his face and looked at the ground, he saw an old man lying more than a meter away from the car, and he kept squirming in front of the car......

This is the encounter with porcelain!

Shen Hanyang had a hellish expression on his face, touching the porcelain and touching the TV station, especially the program team that recorded the whole process, this person was too unlucky, right?

He couldn't hold back a sneer, and said to the staff: "You all don't move in the car, I'll go down by myself, remember to turn on the video!" After speaking, he opened the door and got out of the car in Wen Qian's worried eyes.

Coming to the highway, Shen Hanyang glanced around, found that there was no camera, and then looked at the old man who was lying on the ground and screaming in pain, but was full of anger, and was even more sure that he was touching porcelain.

Shen Hanyang showed a panicked expression, walked up to the old man, and said, "Are you okay, do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

The old man's expression was distorted: "Oh...... Don't touch me, my leg looks like it's broken......"

Shen Hanyang sighed, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and said, "My leg is broken, then I'll call an ambulance for you!"

The old man stared at him, looked at the logo on the car again, made a look of self-recognition unlucky, and sighed: "Alas, I don't mean to see you, it's very busy during the New Year, so I won't trouble you." Well, you give me some money, and I'll go to the hospital myself. ”

"Well, okay. ”

Shen Hanyang nodded, turned his pants pocket out, took out a handful of change, stretched out his hand and said, "Do you see these enough?"

The old man's cheeks twitched fiercely, his eyes widened, and he turned into a fierce face: "You play me, give me 20,000 yuan, my son is a lawyer, you can wait for a lawsuit if you have a penny!"

"Hehe, your son is a lawyer, so do you know what I do? ”

Shen Hanyang saw him show his true face, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he looked at him with gloomy eyes: "My money is earned with my life, I can give you money, but I'm afraid that you will have a life to spend it." ”

The old man looked at his evil smiling face, felt a chill behind him, and shivered involuntarily.

Just when he felt that there was something wrong with the person in front of him, Shen Hanyang looked left and right, and then looked at the small lake with a layer of ice on the side of the road, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, he turned his face nervously, and shouted at the car: "There is no monitoring here, there is no one on the road, the brothers all get out of the car and throw this old man into the ice hole!"

Damn, I've met an outlaw?!

It's still the kind that has a human life on its hands!

The old man was instantly frightened into a cold sweat, and suddenly his legs were not lame, he jumped up, turned around the corner, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye......

In the car, Wen Qian looked confused, stared at the big eyes and said, "This is the ...... What's the situation?"

At this time, the choreographer of the program group finally reacted and met the porcelain, and couldn't help laughing.

Shen Hanyang is also too bad, he actually scares the old man so much!

Well done!

Having said that, Shen Hanyang's acting skills are good, looking at the look in the car just now, he actually believed that Shen Hanyang really wanted to throw the old man into the river!