Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, a few doubts appeared on Cheng Qingtong's face.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Cheng Qiaoyi nodded heavily: "I know." ”

Cheng Qingtong raised his eyebrows: "Why did you suddenly say that?" In his memory, Cheng Qiaoyi basically didn't know much about Peking Opera: "I don't know what you are?"

“…… Dad, I mean really. ”

Cheng Qiao said and sat back on the sofa: "Dad, give me my mobile phone." ”

Cheng Qingtong handed over the phone, and Cheng Qiao pointed to the figure in the video throughout: "Do you think this looks like me?"

When Cheng Qingtong heard this, he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, and shook his head from the bottom of his heart: "The person in the video has basic skills in opera, but you don't." ”

？？？

Cheng Qiao didn't expect Cheng Qingtong to reply like this, to be honest, he really didn't think that the people in the video could see that they had opera skills.

Isn't the soul in the body all he?

Cheng Qingtong saw Cheng Qiaoyi's doubts, he stretched out his hand and paused: "Look here, this is Hua Dan's gesture." ”

Cheng Qiao leaned over to take a look, but he didn't expect it to be what he said.

Cheng Qingtong said with emotion: "This person is definitely a Hua Dan who has been practicing for a long time, and these basic things have been carved into his bones." As he spoke, he pulled the progress down to the middle: "Look here, the steps here are also Hua Dan's." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

It seems that they immediately knew why, after watching this video, Comrade Cheng, they couldn't recognize it at all, this was their son's reason!

But...... Seriously.

Cheng Qiaoyi looked at the inadvertent actions in the video, and his heart was inexplicably moved.

But...... In fact, this young man's bones should not be Hua Dan but Tsing Yi, his every move is in line with Hua Dan's performance just because of the practice of retreat during that period of time.

Cheng Qiaoyi still remembers that this young man who has sung Da Qingyi for most of his life has practiced Hua Dan's performance for so long, but he has only performed once in his life, and that time made him stay on that humble stage forever.

Cheng Qingtong didn't see the sadness in Cheng Qiao's eyes, and handed the phone to Su Limei: "Your son actually said that this person is him!"

"Really," Su Limei glared at him, "Qiaoqiao is joking with you, you know what people are talking about." ”

Cheng Qiao sighed helplessly when he heard the obvious distrust of the two of them, and changed his words: "I was joking just now, but I really know about sacrificing to Lao Lang God." ”

Looking at his serious look, Cheng Qingtong still didn't believe it: "You really didn't lie to me?"

"I'm telling the truth," Cheng Qiao nodded heavily: "Why am I lying to you?"

"Okay, if you really know, write me a copy of what you know, right?"

Cheng Qiao nodded: "Okay, then I'll show it to you after I've written it, right?"

"Then you go write first, right?" Cheng Qingtong didn't expect Cheng Qiaoyi to really admit to writing, originally thought that he was just talking and playing, and the words he said suddenly softened inexplicably: "Don't worry, write as much as you can, write as much as you can!"

…… Okay.

Although he participated in the worship of the old man god on March 18, Cheng Qiaoyi still did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to write down all the steps.

After all, he is just an ordinary participant in the dungeon, and the specific arrangement has nothing to do with him.

Su Limei looked at Cheng Qingtong, rolled her eyes secretly, and said in a low voice: "It's not that you don't know Qiaoqiao before you start learning Peking Opera, just now he didn't even know about the master brother!

Cheng Qingtong frowned.

Su Limei continued: "At that time, I told him about the master brother, and he didn't know about several plays. You just just let him write it, don't you just let him write it?"

Cheng Qingtong looked back at Cheng Qiaoyi, who was pondering, and said in a low voice: "But I think he seems to be very confident? Since he has already said that, let's believe him once, we don't have to rely on him for anything!"

Cheng Qiaoyi was still recalling what had happened in his copy in his mind, and he had no idea how they discussed him.

In the evening, he finally sorted out his memory.

When Cheng Qingtong got the heavy steps, a few traces of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He flipped through the things he had just sorted out. This was different from what he imagined, and many of the things in it matched what he remembered as it should be.

He didn't expect Cheng Qiaoyi to really know these things.

In the dead of night, the lights are bright.

Cheng Qingtong looked at this book, and the night passed unconsciously.

To be honest, there are not many professional languages about these things, and what is written is also some personal experience. But it made him inexplicably seem to see that era.

Cheng Qingtong realized that he knew that what Cheng Qiaoyi said was not nonsense, he sincerely wanted to contribute.

But......

Cheng Qingtong turned his head to look at Su Limei, who was sleeping next to him.

But both of them are wrong, as if they don't know much about the child anymore, and they don't trust it enough.

Cheng Qiaoyi said so many times that he knew the process of the sacrifice, but neither of them believed it.

And the last time Su Limei told him about Cheng Qiaoyi's apprenticeship, he didn't pay attention to it at all, but now he suddenly remembered that he hadn't even asked who he worshipped.

Thinking of this, Qingtong couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes turned back to the newly ordered A4 paper.

If he really wants to learn Peking Opera...... Then really take him to the troupe for real practice.

After all, it's hard to really learn well from someone who doesn't know who it is, and who still sings a little flower face.

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know that he had slept all night, and Cheng Qingtong's attitude towards him had changed......

……

Cheng Qiaoyi had a rare sleep.

Since the end of the semester is approaching, he goes to bed late and wakes up early every day, looking forward to the day when he can review all the knowledge he has learned in the semester.

At this moment, he was suddenly lazy, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, sat up and pulled the curtain open.

It was already dawn, and with the sun, he aggressively reached into the house.

"Qiaoqiao! You woke up?"

Su Limei knocked on the door: "I heard the sound of you pulling the curtains, when you get up, hurry up and wash up, and then come over to eat!"

"Okay! right away!"

Answered, Su Limei, Cheng Qiao got out of bed slowly, took out a loose set of clothes from the closet, changed into the door of the room, and walked out of the room.

The room was empty, and every time he got up before, he could see that Cheng Qingtong, who was sitting in the living room and reading, was also gone. Only Comrade Lao Su sat at the table and ate noodles.

As soon as Cheng Qiao came out, Su Limei said: "You wash upstairs, your father slept a little late last night, if you wash in our house, I'm afraid of disturbing him!"

Cheng Qiao nodded, and went down the stairs in three steps and two steps.

Standing in the bathroom, Cheng Qiao unconsciously put on a mask on himself.

Since learning Peking Opera, his relationship with the third child has become more "in the same stream" at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

In the past, he used to laugh at him for not being a boy all day long, and he also learned how to wear facial masks from girls. It turned out that it was his turn now.

He still remembers his original appearance, except that his face was indeed a little dry and a little peeling, it was quite perfect.

Under Zhu Qining's flickering, Cheng Qiaoyi also began to involuntarily take care of his skin,—— preparing for the next dress.

"Qiaoqiao, don't you have it yet?"

Seeing that Cheng Qiaoyi didn't come out, Su Limei was a little impatient: "Your noodles are about to be together!"

Hearing her words, Cheng Qiaoyi hurriedly took off the mask on his face: "I'm fine!

With that, he sat down at the table.

In the bowl is the small noodles that their family has always liked to eat. However, because it can be done by the family, Cheng Qiaoyi always feels that he does not have the feeling of eating in his hometown in Sichuan and Chongqing, but it is still much better than what is sold outside Tianjin City.

Cheng Qiao took a bite of the noodles and couldn't help but praise: "Mom!

"Poor mouth!" Su Limei scolded, but with a smile on her face: "If you like to eat, eat more, if you don't have enough food, Mom will make it for you!"

Cheng Qiao nodded, stuffed the noodles in his mouth, and spoke indistinctly: "Mom! I'm almost enough!"

Su Limei couldn't understand what he said, and still had a familiar smile on her face: "You stupid boy, eat slowly, don't worry, no one will rob you." ”

Cheng Qiao swallowed: "I know!" As he spoke, he picked out a pinch of noodles again and stuffed them into his mouth.

Cheng Qingtong saw this as soon as he got up, frowned, and scolded: "When you eat, you have to chew and swallow slowly, what do you look like like this!"

Hearing Cheng Qingtong's words, Cheng Qiaoyi's chopsticks paused in the air, bit off the noodles, and took a deep breath.

Cheng Qingtong continued: "How old are you, and you still want me to teach you to eat?"

Su Limei was also shocked when she heard his words.

She didn't expect Cheng Qingtong to get up early in the morning and be so angry, she glanced at her.

Cheng Qingtong reacted this time, and he didn't seem to control his temper.

He swallowed, and the tone of his speech was obviously lowered: "I just said that just for your good health, I didn't want to scold you!"

Cheng Qiao said sullenly: "I know." ”

Cheng Qingtong has always been accustomed to singing with a flower face, and his flower face has a prominent personality, and over time, he will inevitably get a little contaminated. He didn't know what to say for a while, the father and son didn't say a word to sit down, only Cheng Qiao's sound of snorting.

Su Limei sighed when she saw this, went into the kitchen and brought a bowl of noodles to Cheng Qingtong, she whispered in her ear, "Didn't you say that you want your children to go to the troupe to learn something?" Why did you start losing your temper when you got up early in the morning?"

Cheng Qingtong swallowed his saliva, glanced at Cheng Qiaoyi, and saw that he didn't raise his head, so he replied in a low voice: "Didn't I forget that just now? I'll tell him after I've finished eating in a while." ”