Cheng Qiaoyi listened carefully to Comrade Cheng's "Wangjiang Pavilion" on Station B.

Comrade Lao Cheng's "Wangjiang Pavilion" is really very spiritual, and his "Come here to kill the madman" is really fresh and refined compared to the original song "Come here to avoid the madman".

Cheng Qiaoyi felt that his stomach was about to hurt from laughter.

He really wanted to thank the girl who told him about this treasure video.

If it weren't for her, Cheng Qiaoyi really didn't know that Comrade Cheng still had such a side.

Speaking of which......

It seems that he is not as good as a stranger Comrade Xie Lao Cheng. Even a random passer-by on the subway could tell him about Comrade Cheng's "masterpiece", but he couldn't.

He still remembers his birthday when he was 12 years old, when Comrade Lao Cheng went to the countryside to perform, and suddenly ran home in the middle of the night and ordered him a bowl of longevity noodles. That was the first time he discovered that in the hearts of his parents, who often went out to perform, maybe he had a place.

But......

I don't know if this position is comparable to the opera, and Cheng Qiaoyi doesn't know.

After all, the two of them are on a mission to revive traditional arts such as opera.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little hot on my face.

I always feel a little naïve compared to my dreams and theirs. What if I can't compare?

After all, when they talked to him about Peking Opera, he always ignored him, and he didn't know how much this thing occupied in their hearts.

Cheng Qiaoyi never felt that there was anything wrong with his preferences.

Peking Opera has long been eliminated in the long river of the times, and Cheng Qiaoyi has never been able to understand his parents' love for Peking Opera.

But...... It doesn't seem that no one likes Peking Opera. Unexpectedly, anyone you meet on the street can be a fan of Comrade Lao Cheng.

He remembered what the girl had just asked him before leaving, and her voice blended with the emotionless mechanical voice of the system.

[Task 1: Know 10 kinds of opera in 10 minutes]

[1 Dream Point will be awarded for mission success; 10 Dream Points will be deducted for mission failure]

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know why the system that pretended to be dead all day suddenly appeared, but he counted silently in his heart.

Peking Opera, Sichuan Opera, Kunqu Opera, Ping Opera, Qin Opera, Yue Opera, Huangmei Opera, Hebei Bangzi, Han Opera......

There are still one to ten kinds left.

The girl's words are vivid: "There are more than 300 kinds of operas in China, how many do you know?"

Cheng Qiaoyi has always felt that although he doesn't like opera, he still has a good understanding of the most basic aspects of opera, but the girl's words made him doubtful.

He can't even say ten kinds of operas at once......

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Coherent.

There are really many types of opera.

Even a two-person turn can be regarded as one.

Cheng Qiao felt that he had gained insight and was in a trance.

After getting out of the subway and walking on the familiar road, Cheng Qiaoyi not only fell into deep thinking about life.

"What are you doing all day long without looking at the road?"

Cheng Qiao looked up as soon as he heard a familiar voice.

I saw that Comrade Lao Cheng didn't know when he was standing in front of him, still carrying a bag of snacks he had just bought.

Through the plastic bag, it was full of things he liked to eat.

"Dad," Cheng Qiaoyi felt that his face was slightly hot: "Did you buy this for me?"

Cheng Qingtong glared at him: "Who said that these snacks were bought for you, and we can't usually eat them?"

Listening to Cheng Qingtong's words, a smile appeared on Cheng Qiaoyi's face.

He reached out to take the bag in Cheng Qingtong's hand: "Okay, I know this is what you usually eat." Let's not talk so much, let's go back quickly, is Mom off work now?"

"How old are you, why do you ask your mother with one mouth," Cheng Qingtong glared at him when he heard this, and said, "Can you look like an adult?"

Cheng Qiaoyi pretended not to see it, and asked with a smile: "Dad, don't I miss you?

"Am I not like this one day?" Cheng Qingtong looked at him helplessly.

"Dad, I know you're working hard," Cheng Qiaoyi got a little closer: "By the way, Dad, do you know, I met your fans on the subway today!"

Cheng Qingtong was a little overwhelmed by Cheng Qiao's sudden closeness, raised his eyes and glared at him: "Do you know that it is my fan again?"

"She calls you Master Tong!" Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but say: "He also let me watch your singing "Wangjiang Pavilion"!"

Hearing the three words "Wangjiang Pavilion", Cheng Qingtong turned around, frowned and asked, "How many years ago was that, I sang it once, why did anyone still watch that video?"

"Dad, you lied to me again," Cheng Qiaoyi raised his eyebrows: "I watched your collection of "Wangjiang Pavilion", but you didn't just sing it once or twice!"

Cheng Qingtong stretched out his hand and patted Cheng Qiaoyi's head: "Even you laugh at me? It's not that you don't know that "Wangjiang Pavilion" is your mother's masterpiece. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi recalled the information he looked at on the road: "So Mom, is she singing Zhang Pai?"

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Cheng Qingtong looked at him with some surprise: "You actually know Zhang Pai?"

Cheng Qiaoyi blushed a little when he looked at him, although he was indeed not very familiar with Peking Opera, but it was not as he said.

"I thought you knew Mei Shang Chengxun. ”

Cheng Qiao pursed his mouth: "Dad, why are you talking so much today? Didn't you say that Mom was waiting for us at home?"

Cheng Qingtong said calmly: "Your mother is waiting for us at home, and we are not sitting still." Talking without wasting the strength of walking. ”

After speaking, he sped up his pace.

Cheng Qiaoyi looked at the back of Comrade Cheng and sighed.

It's been a long time since he's spoken so much to him in harmony.

In the past, I couldn't help but quarrel after saying a few words......

In fact, it seems that Comrade Lao Cheng is not as rigid as he imagined?

Thinking about it, Cheng Qiaoyi also quickened his pace and followed Cheng Qingtong into the house together.

"Is Qiaoqiao back?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Su Limei poked her head, and the sound came from the kitchen.

"It's me," Cheng Qiaoyi changed his slippers, put the snacks he brought back on the table, and rushed into the kitchen to stand behind Su Limei: "Mom, I haven't come back for so long, do you miss me?"

"You kid," Su Limei glanced at him when she heard this, "What do you say?"

"Then I guess you must want me to come, otherwise you won't ......" Smelling the fragrance in the pot, Cheng Qiao's eyes lit up, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mom, what are you going to do?"

"Didn't you smell it?" Su Limei shook the spatula: "Who said all day long that you wanted to eat the boiled pork slices I made?"

"It's not me!It's Lao Cheng!" Cheng Qiao shook the pot with a smile on his face and said: "Lao Cheng, he wants to eat all day long!"

"Tell your dad again," Su Limei's eyes were full of happiness, she looked up and turned around to suppress her voice: "You quarreled with him again today?

He ...... He might be watching his own singing of "Wangjiang Pavilion"?"