It's been half an hour since the security checkpoint was repaired.

Cheng Qiao was like a quail.

He's been a little too unlucky for the past two days.

The hot water in the school has always been very sufficient, and he can usually scald off a layer of his skin, but as soon as he released the water in the past two days, he couldn't help but wonder if he had a holiday hot water, after all, ......

He always felt that the last few hot times were not as high as his body temperature.

But the roommates don't seem to have that kind of feeling.

When Cheng Qiaoyi was frozen for the first time, the third child looked at him with a puzzled face, and said that the water temperature was just right.

The second child who went in after he took a shower also felt the same way.

Anyway, except for him, it seems that no matter who uses water, the temperature is normal.

I don't know why, Cheng Qiao suddenly remembered the dream point of being deducted to a negative value.

All of this seems to have happened after his dream point was deducted to a negative value, and he wouldn't be surprised if it really had something to do with his dream point.

When he thought of his dream, Cheng Qiaoyi had a headache.

He obviously watched so much of the basic knowledge of Sichuan opera, but he couldn't complete it by one percent.

Alas.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already completed several tasks, Cheng Qiaoyi really suspected that this task was just for fun, and there was no possibility of completing it at all.

The recent luck is really too evil, Cheng Qiao suddenly looked up at the stop sign consciously.

！！！

Got over?

He didn't play with his mobile phone at all along the way, and he could still pass the station?

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, and stretched out his hand to draw a line for himself: "Trouble let's go, someone wants to get out of the car!"

After a lot of waste, Cheng Qiaoyi finally got off the subway, sweating profusely.

He really didn't expect that he could be so hot on this day.

It's really hard!

If he had known that this road would be so difficult, Cheng Qiaoyi would never have stepped out of the bedroom door for half a step!

However, there is no regret medicine in the world.

After wasting all his strength, Cheng Qiaoyi finally stood at the door of his home.

The time displayed on the screen of his phone made him doubt his life.

"Tuk-tuk-"

Cheng Qiaoyi knocked on the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Su Limei quickly stopped what she was doing and came to open the door.

"Mom. ”

I don't know why, the bad luck along the way wanted to turn into tears the moment I saw Comrade Lao Su.

Su Limei looked at him a little strangely: "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong with you, why don't you come in?"

Cheng Qiao pursed his lips, took off his shoes without saying a word, and entered the house.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Limei was a little worried: "Also, why did it take so long for you to come back today?

"I ......"

Cheng Qiao thought about it, but still didn't tell the truth: "I just came out of school and was delayed for a while, and all my clothes were washed by me, so I came out dirty." ”

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Su Limei frowned: "Remember to wash your clothes on time if they are dirty, otherwise it will be bad to wear them dirty!"

Cheng Qiao nodded.

"If you think it's hard to wash, you can send it to the laundry, what are you delaying all day?"

Cheng Qiaoyi knew what Su Limei said, but he couldn't explain that it was because he helped his grandmother fall on the road.

Speaking out will only worry them for no reason.

Su Limei chattered for a long time, and seeing that Cheng Qiaoyi had been listening carefully, she gradually felt at ease.

The mother of the child is worried.

Every time Cheng Qiao came back, she couldn't help but talk for a long time.

Knowing that what she said didn't have much effect, the child must know what he should know when he is older, but she still can't help it.

Cheng Qiaoyi was not disgusted by listening to what she said.

As long as it is said well, not like Comrade Cheng Cheng, he will accept it if he disagrees.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiaoyi asked with some curiosity: "By the way, Mom, why didn't you see Dad?"

Speaking of Cheng Qingtong, Su Limei became angry: "He was talking to me just now, but he suddenly answered the phone and said that his wife had fallen, and he didn't even tell me, and went out directly!"

"Master?"

Cheng Qiaoyi tilted his head.

Seeing Cheng Qiaoyi's doubts, Su Limei nodded: "It was from the master's family that your father worshipped when he first enlightened Peking Opera." ”

Speaking of learning Peking Opera at the beginning......

What lingered in Cheng Qiaoyi's mind was Old Man Zhang's face, and Old Man Zhang's words lingered in his heart.

He couldn't help but ask, "Did you teach Danjiao?"

"I don't know about this," Su Limei smiled: "I haven't asked him either, I feel that it may be a trick to teach a face, right?"

No......

Let's get a corner!

But Cheng Qiaoyi didn't have the courage to say it.

Speaking of Peking Opera enlightenment, he sighed and sat down next to Su Limei: "That's right, Mom!"

"Huh?"

Cheng Qiao swallowed his saliva: "I'...... I worshipped a Master. ”

"Worship a Master?!"

Su Limei's face was full of surprise: "What master?"

Since he decided to say it, Cheng Qiaoyi did not hide it: "I am the master of Peking Opera." ”

Thinking of "Autumn River" that she watched not long ago, Su Limei was full of curiosity: "Have you really learned Peking Opera?"

"Hmmm......"

"Did you also act in "Autumn River"?"

Hearing the name "Autumn River", Cheng Qiaoyi looked up at her: "Mom, how do you know?"

"You're really acting?"

Su Limei didn't expect her to guess correctly: "Tell me quickly, don't you hate Peking Opera the most, how did you start learning?"

“…… The situation is compelling. ”

"Huh?"

"That is to say......" Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know how to explain: "It's just that I need to learn!"

Su Limei asked herself that she was a good mother, and she had never been estranged from her son like Lao Cheng, but this time she obviously felt that her son was hiding something from her.

However, the child didn't want to say, and she didn't want to ask, so she changed the subject: "Who is the teacher you worship?"

"Zhang Haowen. ”

"Zhang Haowen?"

Su Limei searched in her mind, the name was very familiar, but she didn't seem to have seen this name in the Peking Opera Company.

Cheng Qiaoyi explained: "He is a retired professor of the School of Literature and Literature of our school, and he used to learn Peking Opera from a serious teacher. ”

"Oh," Su Limei nodded, "Then which genre of Dan is he singing?"

Cheng Qiaoyi scratched the back of his head: "He plays the face of a little flower." ”

"Generational disciples?"

Cheng Qiao nodded, and suddenly stood up as if he remembered something and took an apple.

"Mom, I'm ......"

"Ahh

Cheng Qiaoyi closed his eyes in despair.

He didn't expect that he would be able to kick the coffee table with an apple, and he would kick himself down.

He still had a knife in his hand, and he made a straight cut in his hand.

Su Limei was taken aback by Cheng Qiaoyi's commotion, picked up the knife from the ground, and hurriedly helped him up: "You child, why are you always frizzy all day long?"