"The "Wangjiang Pavilion" he sang?"

Su Limei was a little puzzled: "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Qiaoyi explained: "Mom, you don't know, Dad's "Wangjiang Pavilion" is old. ”

Seeing that Su Limei was still confused, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but talk about what he encountered on the subway.

Hearing what Cheng Qiaoyi said, Su Limei couldn't help laughing.

She knew that Cheng Qingtong would sing "Wangjiang Pavilion", but she didn't know that his singing segment was intercepted by so many people to make jokes.

"Really, don't you say that I didn't know that your father still had this talent" Su Limei smiled on her face: "When you eat later, remember to remind me, we have to let him sing." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi also had a smile on his face, and glanced back at the closed master bedroom door.

"Mom, there's more you don't know. Cheng Qiaoyi suddenly remembered that he had learned "Autumn River": "I am also a person who can sing a little now." ”

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, the spatula in Su Limei's hand paused in the air: "What did you say?

"yes, I'll sing a little bit of 'Autumn River' right now. ”

Su Limei naturally knows the play "Autumn River".

The difficulty of this play is not in the singing, but in the figure.

However, even so, Su Limei was also full of doubts.

She still remembers that Cheng Qiaoyi was unwilling to learn drama before.

"Why did you suddenly remember to learn this play?"

Cheng Qiaoyi's old face was flushed, and he was embarrassed to say that he was forced by the system, so he thought about it and said, "I...... Isn't it just ...... I?"

Su Limei was very familiar with the slightly embarrassed look on Cheng Qiaoyi's face, and made up for his words in her heart.

He probably felt that he was basically not a little ashamed, and he was too embarrassed to say it.

Thinking of this, Su Limei felt that it was necessary to carry forward her role as an excellent parent: "Qiaoqiao, this play is very difficult, and my mother doesn't know much about it." If you want to learn, you can come to your mother to discuss it. ”

"Well, Mom, I'll come to you next time if I want to learn. Cheng Qiao smiled and skimmed over the matter lightly: "By the way, my scholarship has been issued recently, do you have anything you want?"

Hearing her son's words, Su Limei was quickly diverted from the topic.

She turned around and gave a blank look: "You don't know if you have money, what do you have to buy?"

"Mom, don't I want to use my own money to give you some gifts?

……

Cheng Qiaoyi himself was about to believe this, let alone Su Limei

She looked at her son's determined eyes, and when she came to her mouth, she choked back the words that came to her mouth, and sighed: "Then you must not buy too expensive." Mom can buy expensive things by herself, you just buy some practical ones at home. ”

Cheng Qiao responded again and again, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The drama system cannot be said.

Even if the person it wanted to bind at the beginning was actually Comrade Lao Cheng......

But it's still bound to the wrong person.

Therefore, in order to keep the system from being exposed, then the best way is to behave like the original and not understand opera at all.

Cheng Qiaoyi knows that they have 10,000 layers of filters on themselves.

Only a few signs of singing clips are exposed. Then it's a good way to sing well, and you have to send it to Moments so that all your friends can see it.

As long as they make a shot......

Then almost half of the opera industry can see his shameful performance.

Although I know that I will stand on the stage one day, that will be a matter for the future, and it will not be ashamed to have a solid foundation of Peking Opera at that time.

Wait a minute!?

Peking Opera has a solid foundation!?

Cheng Qiaoyi was taken aback by the idea that came to him inexplicably, he didn't expect that he would be able to accept the question of learning Peking Opera so quickly.

As a result, he didn't know what he had eaten as a happy meal.

I even forgot about letting Comrade Lao Cheng sing "Wangjiang Pavilion".

Cheng Qiao returned to his bedroom late at night and lay on the bed, his mind full of learning Peking Opera by himself.

Learning Peking Opera is hard, he knows this.

But the key is not whether learning Peking Opera is bitter or not, but whether he can move. As an otaku, he spends at least half a week in bed. Obviously, you can't practice the basic skills of Peking Opera while lying in bed, and you must go out to practice if you want to practice.

Cheng Qiaoyi asked himself if he was a face-saving person.

He still remembered that Comrade Cheng and the others got up early in the morning to shout, and he really didn't dare to imagine what kind of onlookers he would arouse if he went out to practice like them.

Cheng Qiaoyi doesn't want to be famous for the time being.

It's good to be alive, so why can't you think about it?

……

Following.

Cheng Qiaoyi looked at the wall in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, although he said no, in fact, his body was quite honest.

He still remembered what Comrade Lao Su once told him.

The shouting voice of Peking Opera is not like "Miya" and "Mom" like singing, and a long "babbling" seems to tear the sky.

Comrade Lao Su once told him that in order to shout a good voice, the old artists still practiced their voices on the side of the city wall in winter, and the water vapor exhaled was frozen on the city wall.

Cheng Qiaoyi asked himself if it was impossible to reach the level of an old artist, so he just shouted in a low voice to try.

Although this was the first time he had tried to do so in this world, he quickly found a point to speak.

Recalling the singing section of "Autumn River" in his memory, Cheng Qiaoyi slowly opened his mouth.

"I eagerly got on the fishing boat and left the ferry, hoping for smooth sailing and rapids.

went to Lin'an to reunite with Pan Lang, abandoned the monk's clothes and changed into a red outfit to tie the knot.

The gossip is non-stop, and I am constantly lovesick and worried. ”

？？？

Cheng Qiaoyi could clearly feel that the voice he sang was completely different from what he imagined. The obvious male voice can't even compare to the voice when he was learning to play.

Cheng Qiao cleared his throat, swallowed his saliva deeply, and opened his mouth again: "A river of spring water flows eastward, and the boat can carry a few sorrows."

The old man is loyal and extraordinary, and the flying boat breaks the waves. ”

…… The key is all about the key, that is, how to listen to how it is wrong.

"Young man, do you want to learn Peking Opera?" Just as Cheng Qiaoyi was immersed in his inexplicable voice, an old voice interrupted his thoughts: "Danjiao is not sung by you like this. ”

Cheng Qiao was slightly stunned.

He didn't expect that he had already found a rather remote place, and he would be discovered. He turned around a little embarrassed, only to see an old man he had never seen before.

The old man didn't feel Cheng Qiaoyi's embarrassment at all, but smiled: "Young man, do you want to perform this play too?"

"Perform this play?"

"Yes," the old man was in good spirits, and he was full of energy when he spoke, foaming at the mouth: "Isn't there a show recently? As a result, who knew that the young people in our school's Peking Opera Club were so uncompetitive, they had never heard of this play. ”

Cheng Qiao was stunned when he heard it.

He understood every word of what the old man said, but when put together, he felt an inexplicable bewilderment.

"So ......"

"So you want to play this play with me? I can take you. The old man's face was full of anticipation: "I just listened to you sing, except for the wrong pronunciation, you are already very good." ”

I don't know what kind of mentality I had, but when I heard the old man's words, Cheng Qiao agreed without thinking about it.

By the way, I also made an appointment with him, and I came here with him every morning to shout, and I had time to walk together.