Comrade Cheng: It was already after ten o'clock after they finished eating.

When he got home, Cheng Qiao immediately fell on the bed.

Looking at the ceiling overhead, Cheng Qiaoyi sighed and pulled the quilt over to cover his head.

There have been so many things that have happened recently, so much so that he began to wonder if he had opened some terrible copies, especially what kind of male protagonist counterattacked.

But......

Thinking of his unreliable system, Cheng Qiaoyi still chose to be silent.

Such a system......

The protagonists in the novels he reads either have no system, or the system is awesome, how can there be a system like his?

It's so hard!

Especially when he was still confused, he promised Comrade Lao Cheng that he would definitely go to the Peking Opera Company tomorrow!

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know which tendon he was cramping.

After the monkeys were gone, he felt a little panicked sitting alone in the hallway, so he stayed for a while and returned to the ward.

As soon as a man played, the three men directly made him dizzy, completely forgetting the fact that he was actually a rookie, and decided to go to the Peking Opera Company tomorrow.

Moreover, he even made a wild promise, saying that he would rely on his own skills to enter.

Recalling these things he had learned, Cheng Qiaoyi could only think of one word to describe himself: I don't know what to do.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed deeply and got up from the bed quickly.

Whatever he might expect tomorrow, he didn't want to talk about it right now. He felt that his upper and lower eyelids had already started fighting, and if he didn't sleep now, then he wouldn't have to think about it tomorrow, and he wouldn't be able to get up anyway......

……

Following.

Maybe it's because he went to bed early, Cheng Qiaoyi rarely got up before Comrade Cheng.

Cheng Qiaoyi took the mobile phone from the bedside table with sleepy eyes, and the mobile phone screen was lit up slightly.

Cheng Qiaoyi played with his mobile phone for a while, looked at the newly edited Peking Opera ghost animals on station B, and saw that the time was not early, so he got up from the bed and went to wash in a daze.

Cheng Qiaoyi recalled the bunch of messages he saw on his phone.

It's Christmas.

Cheng Qiaoyi had to admit that he was really old. The festival that he used to look forward to all day and night unconsciously withdrew from his life, and now he doesn't even know how to celebrate Christmas.

……

Su Limei woke up with sleepy eyes, and the time displayed on the phone screen reminded her that today was another day of oversleep.

In a daze, he woke up Comrade Cheng, who was still sleeping on the side, and then got up and walked out of the bedroom door.

"Didn't I turn off the lights last night?"

Su Limei muttered quietly, frowned, and reached out to turn off the lights that were still on in the lounge.

"Mom?" Cheng Qiao said, feeling the sudden dimming of the light.

"It's me. Su Limei replied.

Cheng Qiao flushed the water on his face one by one and went out of the bathroom: "Merry Christmas, Mom!"

"Merry Christmas!" Su Limei replied casually, and said in surprise: "You woke up so early today, I thought you didn't turn off the lights when you went to bed last night!"

After speaking, she reached out and turned the light back on: "Why did you get up so early today?" ”

"It's not the first time I've been nervous about going to the Peking Opera Company!" Cheng Qiao came as soon as he spoke.

Although this is nonsense, he does feel a little nervous at the thought of his rookie level.

Su Limei smiled and took out a bag of bread from the refrigerator: "What are you nervous about!

"Am I not cowardly?

Su Limei gave him a blank look: "Do you really think that those masters have time to hang out in the courtyard? ”

Cheng Qiaoyi smiled and scratched the back of his head: "Those young actors are also better than me, I'm afraid of my ......"

"Of course. ”

Comrade Cheng's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting what Cheng Qiaoyi was saying.

As soon as Cheng Qiao turned around, he saw that Comrade Cheng had already come out.

"Dad, Merry Christmas!" Cheng Qiao smiled with a smile on his face.

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Cheng Qingtong frowned: "What Western festival do you have? What does Christmas have to do with you?"

As he spoke, he took two more steps forward: "Don't stand here in the way, let me pass." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi turned sideways slightly helplessly.

Su Limei listened to his words, snorted lightly, and whispered to Cheng Qiao: "Qiaoqiao, don't worry about your father, he is an old-fashioned man!"

Cheng Qiaoyi shook his head, he knew the character of Comrade Cheng. Normally, he doesn't seem to say anything nice.

Alas.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, sat at the dining table, and his eyes were locked on Cheng Qingtong.

I saw Comrade Lao Cheng take down a bag of milk powder from the top of the refrigerator, he took a spoon and carefully scooped the milk powder into two cups, added water to mix, and returned to the table with the cups, only then did he seem to notice that there was another person here, and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

"I'll do it myself!" As soon as Cheng Qiao finished speaking, he immediately ran away from Comrade Cheng and entered the kitchen.

He gestured with the cup, but he didn't know how to count it, and turned around and asked, "Dad, how much milk powder do you usually add?"

Cheng Qingtong replied: "Two and a half spoons, just use warm water." ”

According to the amount that Comrade Cheng said, Cheng Qiaoyi also mixed a cup of milk powder for himself, and when he returned to the table, they were already seated.

Sitting between the two of them, Cheng Qiaoyi inexplicably had a nervous feeling. swallowed his saliva, hugged the quilt and drank tons of milk powder.

Seeing him like this, Su Limei pressed his cup with one hand: "Qiaoqiao, you eat something first, why did you start drinking water as soon as you came up?"

Cheng Qingtong looked at Su Limei's nervous appearance and said disapprovingly: "What do you care about him so much?

Su Limei glanced at him, and handed a small piece of bread to Cheng Qiaoyi: "Qiaoqiao, don't care about your father, he just can't speak, he listens to anger." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi nodded vaguely, and as a result, the bread was stuffed into his mouth indiscriminately.

"Eat slowly, don't worry. ”

Cheng Qingtong raised his eyes: "He just should eat faster, he didn't know what he was doing just now, he delayed the time, and said that he would go out at half past seven, and it was almost time at this time." ”

Listening to Comrade Cheng's words, Cheng Qiao stuffed the last bite of bread, drank the last mouthful of milk powder in the cup, and put the quilt on the table: "I'm done!"

Looking at him gobbling up, Su Limei glared at Cheng Qingtong: "You don't usually see such a hurry, why are you urging other children, it's not good for your health to eat breakfast like this." ”

Cheng Qingtong got up and shook his head: "It's not that I have to urge him, I asked his master to write him a letter of recommendation, and I handed it in, just wait for him to go over today to fill in the registration form." ”

"Are you going to let him get in by himself?" Su Limei was a little surprised: "Can he do it?"

The recruitment of new students in the Peking Opera Company is a matter of year round, and they have always adhered to the idea of preferring shortage to abundance in this aspect of recruitment, not to mention ...... In fact, the Peking Opera Company is not particularly short of people.

Now the older generation of Peking Opera performers can still be active on stage, and they are the real mainstay of the Peking Opera Company. The recruitment of new young people is more for the purpose of cultivating future corners, and many majors who study Peking Opera can't get in, not to mention Cheng Qiaoyi, who has just started to contact this aspect for a few days.

Speaking of this, Cheng Qingtong didn't know, but he took a firm stance: "Whether he can do it or not, he has to try, you can't not learn to go through the back door from the beginning." ”

Cheng Qingtong's words were very reasonable, and Su Limei sighed and stopped arguing.

"Qiaoqiao, hurry up and clean up, and follow your dad over later. Su Limei rubbed Cheng Qiaoyi's hair: "Don't delay too long." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi pinned his head from under Su Limei's hand a little awkwardly, and nodded twice: "I'll be able to do it right away." ”

As he spoke, he rushed back to the room and put on a coat: "Dad, let's go." ”

Cheng Qingtong glanced at him and was a little surprised: "Why are you so fast today?"

Cheng Qiaoyi: "......"

Nothing to say all the way.

After getting out of the car and looking at the somewhat dilapidated gate in front of him, Cheng Qiao felt that his dream was a little shattered.

Especially the sign on the side, it looks quite shabby, I don't know how many years it is.

Jin City Peking Opera Company.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing Cheng Qiaoyi standing at the door in a daze, Cheng Qingtong said, "Hurry up and come with me." ”

After speaking, he turned to the doorman and said hello: "Uncle Zhao, this is Xiao Cheng who I brought a new interview today, you can help register." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi stood next to Cheng Qingtong and smiled shyly.

Uncle Zhao handed over a notebook: "Xiao Cheng, let's register." ”

Cheng Qiao took out the notebook, looked at the information registered in front of him, and wrote his own words below according to the requirements above.

Uncle Zhao glanced at the register twice and made sure that there was nothing wrong with what he wrote, so he raised his head and looked up at Cheng Qingtong: "This is Cheng Tuan, your junior, I haven't seen you bring someone over for a long time." ”

Cheng Qingtong shook his head and smiled: "No, it's just a fairly eye-catching kid, it's my family." It's an apprentice of an old friend of mine, and I brought him to try. ”

Hearing Cheng Qingtong's words, Lao Zhang smiled: "Since you think it's Cheng Tuan, it's definitely a good one." ”

Saying that, he took back the register that Cheng Qiaoyi had filled out, and rubbed his hands: "It's already filled, you guys go in quickly, it's weirdly cold standing at the door with me all the time." ”

Cheng Qingtong heard this and said, "That's okay, Uncle Zhao, let's go in first!"

"Gotcha!

Cheng Qingtong waved his hand and walked in quickly.

Seeing Comrade Lao Cheng greeting him, Cheng Qiao fell behind, and waved his hand at Uncle Zhao with some embarrassment, so he quickly walked a few steps to keep up with Comrade Cheng's pace.

"Dad......"

After entering the Peking Opera Company, Cheng Qiaoyi finally couldn't help but ask, "Why do you say that I am your friend's apprentice?"

Cheng Qingtong looked serious, didn't look back, and his voice was just enough for the two of them to hear: "Aren't you my friend's apprentice?"

"Also," Cheng Qingtong paused: "Don't call me dad in this, you can call me Cheng Tuan like them." ”

“…… Good. ”