recommended Cheng Qiao to go to the Peking Opera Company, and Cheng Qingtong couldn't say whether he should or not.

As the head of the Second Troupe of the Tianjin Peking Opera Company, he naturally had some ways to get him in, but what he was afraid of was that he would not be able to convince the public.

Cheng Qingtong took a sip of noodle soup and said, "You can go to the Peking Opera House with me, and by the way, talk to the big guy about the content of the sacrifice you wrote." ”

"Huh?"

Cheng Qiao's mouth stopped, and he swallowed the mouthful: "I'm going to the Peking Opera Company?"

Cheng Qiaoyi really didn't expect that he would be able to follow him to the Peking Opera Company.

When he was a child, Comrade Cheng didn't think about taking him to the Peking Opera Company in Chongqing City to sign up for a junior class or something, but he didn't go anywhere. Later, when he came to Jinshi, he was the same. Then he grew up, and no one ever spoke of it again.

Cheng Qingtong squeezed out a sentence from his throat dryly: "Hmm." ”

Listening to him, Su Limei was about to die next to her.

I always knew that Comrade Lao Cheng was angry, but he had no beginning or end, and he didn't know how to say it, which really made her a little helpless, she sighed and took the words, and opened her mouth to explain: "Your father just said that you also like Peking Opera now, thinking that the small platform that you have been confined to the school is not very good, so I want to take you to see and see." ”

Listening to Su Limei's explanation, Cheng Qiao nodded.

He turned his head to look at Cheng Qingtong.

Recently, the fear of Comrade Lao Cheng in his heart has dissipated little by little, and he found that Comrade Lao Cheng is hard-mouthed, but in fact, his heart is very soft.

A smile appeared on his face, and he reached out to pull Cheng Qingtong's wrist: "Then thank you, Dad!

Cheng Qingtong moved his wrist a little uncomfortably, and quietly rescued himself from his hands.

He glared: "Don't do anything all day long!" As he spoke, his gaze fell back into the bowl, avoiding Cheng Qiaoyi's burning gaze: "When you're done eating, go clean up, and when I'm done, we'll go." ”

"Is my mom going?"

"I'm not going, I'm going out today for something. Su Limei just replied when she heard it, and couldn't help but add after she finished speaking: "If you go to have fun today, remember to have fun!"

Hearing her words, Cheng Qingtong frowned a little disapprovingly: "What do you mean to play? Cheng Qiaoyi, he is going to the Peking Opera Company now because of work, if he can do a good job in this aspect, we can also pay him a little salary." ”

Su Limei hooked her lips when she heard this: "Then you still want to get him a formal contract?"

Cheng Qingtong lost his temper by Su Limei's words, and sighed helplessly: "How a loving mother is a failure." ”

Su Limei poked his bald head with some amusement: "You're fierce." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

To be honest, he felt that the wattage of his light bulb was a bit high.

Finding an excuse, Cheng Qiaoyi slipped away from the dining table, closed the door and lay on the bed and clicked on the thousand degrees.

To be honest, Comrade Cheng's words made him a little flustered.

didn't say anything else, but the sentence he kept saying that he went to the Peking Opera Company for work already made him panic.

He is still very clear about his level, not to mention anything else, the four skills and five methods are not comprehensible, and there is only one "Autumn River" that can be performed, and it is an improved version.

If you really go to the Peking Opera Company, then you can't be poked in the back and scolded for being a relation?

His gaze returned to the phone screen, and the results of the search were already out.

[Q: How to improve the level of Peking Opera in a short time?]

[Answer: Wash and sleep, there is everything in your dreams.] 】

……

Cheng Qiaoyi reluctantly closed this page and changed to a new search:

[Why don't you understand but pretend to be very powerful?]

He flipped through a few pages and replied, all teaching people how to pretend to be forced, and it was of no use to him at all.

Cheng Qiao sighed, and the panic in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

He got up and paced around the room, walked and lay back in bed.

He looked at the date on his phone, wondering if he could learn more if he postponed his trip to the Peking Opera Company.

Thinking of this, he opened the door and asked loudly, "Dad, can I go back in a few days?"

Hearing his words, Cheng Qingtong walked out of the master bedroom and stood in the lounge with some doubts: "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Qiaoyi repeated.

Hearing his words clearly, Cheng Qingtong frowned: "You don't want to go to the Peking Opera now?"

Cheng Qiaoyi explained a little embarrassed: "I don't know anything yet, I'm a little embarrassed to go...... Shall we delay it for two days?"

"No! you ......"

Hearing Cheng Qingtong's stiff tone, Su Limei put down her phone and interrupted: "Okay, Qiaoqiao, if you don't want to go now, just wait a few days, anyway, it's still early, so we don't have to rush." ”

After speaking, she turned her head to look at Cheng Qingtong: "The child has just been learning Peking Opera for a few days? You said that you took him to the Peking Opera Company for work, don't you add pressure to others?"

As she spoke, she complained in a low voice: "You can't speak yourself and rely on me as a 'loving mother and a loser'?"

Cheng Qingtong heard it clearly, pursed his lips slightly, went downstairs and sat side by side with Su Limei on the sofa, and looked up: "...... I won't force you anymore, just go in a few days. But after a while there is a box sealing scene, and you can't put it off until after that. ”

Cheng Qiao nodded and gratefully gave Su Limei a look.

But even if he doesn't go to the Peking Opera Troupe, Cheng Qingtong is still a little worried about him, thinks about it and opens his mouth and says: "I won't go to the Peking Opera Troupe today, have you figured out what to do?"

Cheng Qiaoyi shook his head: "I should be resting at home today, right?"

Listening to his salted words, Cheng Qingtong searched in his memory and said, "Don't stay at home all day long, do you want to be moldy or grow mushrooms?

"You're going?"

Cheng Qiaoyi was a little surprised: "But his old man is in the hospital now." ”

"That's just right," Cheng Qingtong said: "My sister has been in the hospital recently, and if you go to the hospital, I can take you to meet her by the way." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

There are so many hospitals in the whole city of Tsu, are you sure they are in the same hospital?

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, but still succumbed to the obscenity of Comrade Cheng.

He went back to his room and changed into the clothes he was wearing outside, and sprayed a little citrus perfume on his body.

Lately, he's been getting more and more like a dog by the old perverts in the dorm.

Cheng Qingtong put on his coat and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he watched Cheng Qiaoyi's series of actions.

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the children have grown up.

He still remembered the slug, and when he saw him come back, he would rush into his father's arms, shouting "Daddy, Daddy!" with joy.

Right now......

Cheng Qingtong didn't know when it started, Cheng Qiaoyi became more and more estranged from him.

He searched his memory.

Maybe...... Maybe it was when he threw himself into his arms when he was still a child, but he pulled him out of his arms, regardless of the two lines of tears on his face, when he taught him that boys have to look like boys?

Cheng Qingtong sighed slightly.

After playing the strict father for so many years, he no longer remembers his attitude towards him at the beginning.

In my memory, the young man who held the child and smiled brightly has gradually lost his trace.

Cheng Qiao didn't know that Comrade Cheng was behind him, just watch him spray a little perfume to make up so much brain.

He raised his sleeves and sniffed it slightly, the smell was faint, and it was just right to go out, so he went out of the bathroom.

"Done?" asked Cheng Qingtong with raised eyes.

Cheng Qiao nodded: "Okay, let's go." ”

As he spoke, he sat on a small stool and put on his shoes, and shouted to Comrade Su in the master bedroom at the top of his voice: "Mom! I'm out!"

Hearing his voice, Cheng Qingtong raised his eyes in some surprise: "Why don't you usually say hello to me?"

“…… I," Cheng Qiaoyi was asked by his words, and he didn't know how to answer for a while: "I, I just remembered today, then I'll greet you in the future, right?"

Cheng Qingtong just asked casually, but he didn't expect him to answer seriously, with a smile in his eyes: "Okay, are you dressed?" ”

Cheng Qiaoyi followed behind Comrade Cheng and went downstairs together.

Following Comrade Lao Cheng is much happier than going out by himself.

At least you won't be hungry in the cold wind and can't wait for the car.

Sitting in the car, Comrade Lao Cheng twisted the key, heard the sound of the engine, and turned on the heating in an instant with lightning speed.

"Can you sit in the front?" Cheng Qingtong spoke: "Anyway, it's just the two of us, it's not easy for us to talk when you sit in the back." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

Is this serious?

Cheng Qiao sneered, but he still sat honestly in the co-pilot.

Usually Comrade Lao Cheng drives, he always sits in the back seat, and the two of them don't say a word from the beginning of getting in the car, only saying a polite and polite "bye-bye" when they get out of the car.

Seeing Cheng Qiao sitting over, Cheng Qingtong smiled and opened a topic bluntly: "You seem to be wearing a little little when you go out today, are you cold?"

“…… OK. ”

"You young people are frost-resistant," Cheng Qingtong drove out of the community slowly: "I was like you when I was your age." ”

Cheng Qiao nodded a little.

"Wear more in the winter, it's in the north. Cheng Qingtong continued to speak: "Alas, think about it, we have been here for so many years. ”

Speaking of this, Cheng Qiaoyi had a little desire to answer: "Yes." ”

The scenery outside the window is completely different from that of Chongqing.

Compared with the city that does not have a little ups and downs at a glance, he still prefers the uphill and downhill slopes of Yushi.

However, the efficiency of the Peking Opera Company in Chongqing City was not very good, and Comrade Lao Cheng took him to the city.

From being completely unfamiliar to gradually integrating, in fact, it is only a few years.

"The years are urging people to grow old," Cheng Qingtong waited for the traffic light, his eyes full of nostalgia: "Do you hate me?"

Cheng Qiaoyi was a little confused by his sudden words: "Why hate?"