Although it doesn't seem like there's much of a problem with what Lin Xi said, what if I still want to beat him?

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, scooped the book into his bag, and turned back to Lin Xi and said.

"Second child, you go back by yourself first, I have something to do now. ”

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Lin Xi immediately showed an obscene smile and said: "I understand, I understand, you go quickly, I won't delay you." ”

……

To be honest, seeing his obscene face, Cheng Qiao really wanted to slap him.

However, he also made an appointment with Zhang Haowen to practice "Autumn River".

There are many opportunities to call roommates to death, but there is not much time to practice with the big guy.

Cheng Qiao thought about this very clearly.

When he came to the agreed place, the old man had already changed into his practice clothes and was practicing.

"A boat in the Qiujiang River, with fishing hooks on both sides, catching fresh fish and wine, where is such happiness, where is it. ”

As soon as the finale poem came out, Cheng Qiao instantly felt that the air in the room became vivid.

He hurriedly threw his schoolbag to the wall, put a practice uniform on himself, grabbed the dust, and stood on the other side of Zhang Haowen.

Seeing Cheng Qiaoyi standing beside him, Zhang Haowen did not pause, and continued to read: "Hehe, who is my Dao, it turned out to be the turtledove of the Fence Forest." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi put the dust on his left arm and cleared his throat silently: "How do you say this?"

"You're a goo!hahahahaha!" Zhang Haowen half-squatted and gestured with his hand: "Auntie, what are you doing calling the old man?"

Cheng Qiao hunched his back and took two steps forward: "May I ask my father-in-law, did you go down to the river from the morning, or did you just go down to the river?"

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's recitation, Zhang Haowen frowned unconsciously.

"The daughter sings in vain, your words are still not good. ”

"Huh?"

Seeing Cheng Qiaoyi's doubts, Zhang Haowen spoke: "I'm half-Jingbai and half-Chuanbai, what's the matter with you? I saw that you sang okay, so I didn't think too much about anything else, but now what you say in Chuanbai is about to catch up with me." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi really knows this problem.

He discovered early on that the "Autumn River" he learned in the system seemed to have a heavier Sichuan flavor. But he didn't pay too much attention to this problem, and now that he was pointed out, Cheng Qiao felt that his face was about to burn.

"Grandpa Zhang...... Why don't you let me watch this video first?"

"Watch the video now?" Zhang Haowen's face was about to wrinkle: "What did you do earlier?"

He asked Cheng Qiaoyi to act in this play together, that is, he was quite familiar with this play.

When Cheng Qiao heard this, he scratched his head embarrassedly: "What I learned before is what I just sang." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Haowen raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of doubts: "Where did you learn that version?"

"That's, that's what an old gentleman taught me. Cheng Qiao was in a hurry: "I don't know that old gentleman, I met by chance, and he taught me this play." ”

"Then why did he teach you this play?"

It stands to reason that the inheritance of opera attaches great importance to the inheritance of teachers, and generally does not teach outsiders to sing. Regardless of whether the apprentices are true disciples or not, they must first worship the god of Lao Lang.

Cheng Qiao was stunned when he was asked, and various reasons flashed in his mind.

He said hesitantly: "Maybe it's because my parents are both opera actors, and he knows my parents?"

"Your parents are both opera actors?" Zhang Haowen was surprised: "Then why don't you learn from your parents, you can't even pronounce it." ”

As he spoke, he looked Cheng Qiaoyi up and down, his eyes flashed with a strange light, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing that the topic was revealed, Cheng Qiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

You can't talk about the system, and even the system doesn't seem to be useful in normal times......

"It's not like I used to be ignorant, I always worked with them when my parents wanted me to learn. The first half of the sentence is true, and the second half of the sentence is a little worrying: "I just want to surprise them after I practice." ”

It's fake to surprise them, it's true that I want them to post videos in the circle of friends that are not so embarrassing.

But Zhang Haowen obviously didn't understand Cheng Qiaoyi's true thoughts, and he couldn't bear to continue to hit him when he looked at the face of the young man Gang.

"Why don't you try to finish this play with what you've learned now? I'll be with you. ”

Hearing this, Cheng Qiaoyi certainly had no reason to refuse.

Although I am not particularly confident in how far I can perform now, it is much better than changing to a new way of singing.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiaoyi opened the scene according to his own thoughts.

He retreated behind the curtain according to his memory, and opened his mouth to sing: "Hurriedly leave the gate of the nunnery without permission......"

Immediately after, small steps came on......

Appearance......

Acting Figures......

Cheng Qiaoyi performed step by step according to his memory. The figure has gradually gained a bit of flavor from the complete stiffness at the beginning to the end.

The wrinkles on Zhang Haowen's face have also been smoothed out a lot unconsciously.

The end of the play.

"You're really good," Zhang Haowen commented with unfinished words: "It's just that your basic skills are not good, you have to practice, and no one can help you." ”

"Uh-huh, I know. ”

"It's useless for you to just know. Zhang Haowen looked at Cheng Qiao, and unconsciously took the pampering of the younger generation in his eyes: "You can play all the performances, which shows that you have really worked hard." But you have to work harder, stupid bird flies first. ”

Cheng Qiao collapsed on the ground tiredly, wiped his sweat, and nodded vigorously.

"Grandpa Zhang, I know all this, I usually practice. ”

"Okay, you know. Zhang Haowen thought about it and continued to instruct: "Although you have to perform on stage at that time, you don't have to be too tired." You don't need to be too professional, they can't understand it, you just do your best. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi naturally knows this.

He smiled undeniably, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Zhang Haowen has lived for many years, so he naturally saw through his thoughts at once.

Young people have to work a little hard, and they can be crazy about everything. If you don't even have the strength to fight, then there is no need for guidance.

Of course, hard work does not necessarily mean that you will succeed.

But even if he knew, Zhang Haowen would not say such frustrating words to hit people.

Looking at Cheng Qiaoyi's combative appearance, the smile on his face never dissipated.

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know that Zhang Haowen thought so much at once.

He sat on the ground for a while, and when he felt that he was not too tired, he got up.

If you want to be the best at what you do, practice is not just talking.

Cheng Qiaoyi set a goal in his heart.

Start with an hour-long round.

After all......

In the study of "Autumn River" drawn by the system, Yuanchang was the first thing that almost killed him.