As soon as these words came out, Cheng Qiaoyi realized that it seemed a little wrong for him to say this.

…… He is a young student who has been practicing Chinese opera for a year and a half to turn into Peking Opera, and he is not a salted fish like him who has no foundation and has only been exposed to Peking Opera for less than a quarter.

The smile on Ye Mao's face deepened when he heard this: "Okay! Let's all come on! When the time comes, we will all enter the Peking Opera Company!"

……

Don't pass Ye Mao, Cheng Qiaoyi waited at the door for a while, Comrade Cheng, and the two returned home together.

When she got home, Su Limei had already cooked the meal.

As soon as he saw Cheng Qiao enter the house, he immediately greeted him with concern.

"Qiaoqiao, how do you feel about today's retest?"

Hearing her words, before Cheng Qiao could answer, Cheng Qingtong had already spoken out.

"Don't ask, it's useless to ask. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

I always feel that Comrade Lao Cheng is discriminating against him, but there seems to be no evidence.

Cheng Qingtong sat on the sofa as soon as he entered the room, picked up the remote control and flipped to the news channel, looked at Cheng Qiaoyi who was stunned, turned back to Su Limei beside him and whispered: "Don't ask him, what does he know, I'll ask Lao Yang when the time comes." ”

"Ask Lao Yang?" Su Limei picked up a strawberry and put it in her mouth: "This time it was hosted by Lao Yang?"

Cheng Qingtong nodded: "This time there are only three people, he can do it." ”

Hearing Cheng Qingtong's words, Su Limei relaxed. She pulled Comrade Lao Cheng up and went into the kitchen together.

"Qiaoqiao! Come and eat!"

Cheng Qiaoyi came back to his senses at this time.

"Oh! I'm coming!"

The dishes and chopsticks on the table have been set, and Comrade Lao Cheng is still holding a small wine glass in his hand.

Cheng Qiaoyi sat down at the table quite consciously.

This meal is all what he likes to eat, and Cheng Qiaoyi is rarely very full.

He had no idea that when he was eating, there was no time for someone on the other end to eat.

Yang Hongtu looked at a test paper spread out on the table, frowning.

The essay written on this test paper has completely exceeded his expectations.

When he was in the examination room, he took a few looks, and only thought it was about an old artist's story, but after taking it and reading it carefully, he realized that there were more things written in this novel.

This novel is not at all like it can be written by someone who is just beginning to get into Peking Opera.

But this article was created word by word under his eyes.

Yang Hongtu once again read this novel from the beginning.

He had read it no less than ten times since he opened it, and each time he read it, he found that the memories of the sacrifice interspersed in the middle of the story had something new.

And......

Yang Hongtu checked the information on the sacrifice of Lao Lang God on his hand.

There is a great similarity between the two, but the information in his hand is not as detailed as what he wrote in his novels.

If everything written in the novel is true, then what is written in it may be of great help to them reviving the tradition......

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Hongtu was a little excited.

These traditional rituals have been abandoned for decades, and those who participated in them have long since left the world.

He heard Zhang Haowen say that Cheng Qiaoyi seems to have been cultivated by an unknown older generation of artists.

It is very likely that these things were told to him by the Peking Opera performance artists of that year.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Hongtu couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and paced around the room.

After thinking about it, he finally decided to call Cheng Qingtong and ask.

"Doodoo-"

"Hey, who?"

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Yang Hongtu immediately spoke: "Lao Cheng, it's me, Yang Hongtu." ”

Cheng Qingtong was still thinking about asking him how Cheng Qiaoyi's initial test was, but he didn't expect to receive a call from him at this time.

"Lao Yang, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong with Cheng Qiaoyi's answer sheet that I recommended?"

"Of course not, it's really good that he wrote!" Yang Hongtu couldn't suppress his excitement: "Do you know? ”

"Oh! what's wrong?"

Hearing Cheng Qingtong's careless words, Yang Hongtu was a little anxious: "What he wrote to worship Lao Lang God!"

"I know," Cheng Qingtong looked at the information from Cheng Qiaoyi on the table, and said leisurely: "He told me about this, and I still have a copy of the worship information he sorted out." ”

"What did you say?"

"A piece of information?"

Yang Hongtu only felt as if he had heard something wrong, and couldn't help but repeat: "You mean he compiled a list of materials?"

"yes, he gave me a whole copy. Cheng Qingtong took the information in his hand and flipped through it casually: "There may be twenty or thirty pages, right?"

"Twenty or thirty pages?" Yang Hongtu felt his heart beat faster.

Cheng Qingtong said casually: "His words are big, and there are not many at all when it is said that it is twenty or thirty pages." ”

"That's a lot!"

Yang Hongtu returned to the table and looked at the information on the table: "The information in the courtyard is only two or three pages!"

He felt his voice tremble as he spoke: "Why didn't you say earlier that he had this information?"

"It's because he compiled this information for me, so I plan to let him come to our academy. ”

Yang Hongtu swallowed his saliva: "Lao Cheng, he can sort out this kind of information and come in directly! Let him do a clerical job with me, if he really wants to go on the stage, I will help him get on it!"

Cheng Qingtong had a little smile on his face: "Old Yang, you calm down first." ”

Yang Hongtu spoke: "I'm very calm now! You do this, what if this kind of talent is snatched away by other places!"

Cheng Qingtong remembered that he hadn't told them about his relationship with Cheng Qiaoyi.

"He's my son, he can't run, and young people have to exercise more. ”

"Your son?" Yang Hongtu gasped: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I thought you all knew. ”

Yang Hongtu was a little helpless: "If you don't tell me how I know, I thought he just happened to have the same surname as you," he recalled: "The last time you brought him to my office, I also shouted Cheng Tuan when I heard him call you." ”

Cheng Qingtong smiled in a low voice: "You know this now, don't say it, the little cub has to exercise hard, and he can't let his way go too easy." ”

"I know, I won't go out and talk about it everywhere," Yang Hongtu was still concerned about the information: "It's the ...... he gave you."

"I'll give you a copy when the time comes, what he wrote may be a bit subjective, let's not spread it out yet. Cheng Qingtong responded.

"Okay, I know. ”

……