Speaking of which, for so many years, Cheng Qiaoyi's least favorite thing to eat is eggs.

The second is milk.

Seeing these two things on the table, Cheng Qiaoyi felt that his whole person was not good.

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Zhu Qining frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't I ask if you eat eggs?" Cheng Qiaoyi sighed: "I guess my dad must have thought that eggs are anti-hunger, so let me eat this, but ......"

"This egg is not for you to eat. ”

Before Cheng Qiao could finish speaking, Cheng Qingtong had already come out of the house.

He looked around left and right for a moment, and said, "I prepared this egg for Xiao Zhu, and you can get it yourself if you want to eat it." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: "???"

Cheng Qingtong continued: "Don't sit here and occupy other people's places, if you have enough time, go and clean up the house, don't sit and do nothing." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: "......" Okay.

Cheng Qiao can see that he seems to be an extra person in this family.

If it weren't for the fact that the third child was completely different from Comrade Cheng, Cheng Qiao would have suspected that the third child was his biological son.

Cheng Qiaoyi gave up his place for Zhu Qining, sat on the sofa by himself, and casually took out a pack of wafer biscuits from the side and stuffed it into his mouth.

The other end of the ear came from the rather flattering voice of the third child.

"Don't, don't, Uncle Cheng, I'll just come by myself. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Cheng, I'm really moved. ”

"Uncle Cheng...... You're just so good. ”

I really didn't listen.

Cheng Qiaoyi stuffed himself with a few wafer biscuits, "Dad, I'll practice it now." ”

"Okay, there you go. ”

Comrade Lao Cheng did not look up during the whole process and continued to chat with Zhu Qining.

Cheng Qiaoyi: "......" is really terrifying.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, entered the practice room and closed the door, recalling the play he was going to perform in the afternoon.

In fact, he knew that his performance during rehearsals was already good for him.

At that time, he told Comrade Lao Cheng that he wanted to continue to improve, but in fact, Comrade Lao Cheng was listening to it as a joke.

But he wasn't joking.

Cheng Qiaoyi held on to the bar and did a warm-up.

This time, he performed the part of sitting in the palace in "Shiro Visits His Mother".

Just by listening to the name, it is obvious that this play is a very serious literary drama.

Basically, there is no big arc action.

"Shilang Visits the Mother" is also jokingly known as the Peking Opera Xipi Singing Voice, and each section of the singing voice has reached a very refined level.

Cheng Qiaoyi also knows that the singing voice in this play is not fancy, but due to the use of four voices and the ingenious arrangement of the singing melody, the tone of this play is particularly strong, and it has reached the highest level pursued by the Yu School: singing is like talking.

This has an obvious benefit, that is, the singing is very smooth, and whoever listens to it will feel that the singing here is catchy.

What Cheng Qiaoyi wants to do now is to improve his voice when he sings.

The old students he studied did not belong to any particular genre.

After all, he didn't learn to sing from these bigwigs in real life.

His singing voice was learned in the copy due to possession of Yang Yanhui, although the singing is not particularly good, but it is full of emotion.

What Cheng Qiaoyi wants to do now is:

Make your singing sound more like you're talking to someone.

It's like Yang Yanhui in the copy.

All he wanted to achieve was ......

After watching it, the audience will have a suspicion: this can't really be real, right? It's just that when they talk like a play.

When I think of this mileage, I feel that I have a long way to go.

In fact, it is only a few hours before he performs on stage, and Cheng Qiaoyi also knows that he can't change a lot all of a sudden.

But let's change a little bit.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed and began to try his latest singing style.

At the same time, Cheng Qingtong only felt that his head was about to explode.

Originally, he thought that Zhu Qining was both Cheng Qiaoyi's roommate and his fan, and it would not be difficult to take him along with him during the performance.

But......

Cheng Qingtong took a deep breath.

There were so many words from this young man.

He had wanted him to wait for him at the door of the theater and then go in together.

Who knew he would come early in the morning.

When the guests came, Cheng Qingtong was embarrassed to kick people out, and when he saw that the time was early, he specially prepared breakfast for him.

Who knows...... He didn't have a good breakfast, so he kept talking.

A good breakfast, there was only one egg and one milk, and he didn't finish it for more than ten minutes.

"Uncle Cheng, do you think I can perform on stage after I practice my face?"

"Maybe. The smile on Cheng Qingtong's face stiffened.

"Everyone in my family thinks that I can't sing with a fancy face, and you are the first to praise me like this!"

"Hehe......" Cheng Qingtong smiled and didn't smile: "Everyone has what they are good at, if they want to learn, they can do it well, don't worry too much." ”

Zhu Qining felt that he had a deep understanding: "Yes, I think the same way. I've been studying drama reviews at home for so long, I think...... It's still Peking Opera. ”

Cheng Qingtong didn't expect that he used to learn drama reviews, and he was a little surprised.

Pingju used to be a small folk opera, it reflected the social reality quickly, the singing form was simple, easy to understand, in modern terms, in addition to Peking Opera, Pingju can also be ranked on the list.

"What repertoire do you know how to sing Pingju?" Cheng Qingtong couldn't help but ask.

""Flowers as the Matchmaker" or anything can be," Zhu Qining sighed: "Speaking of which, I have also sung the Pingju version of "Sitting in the Palace!" By the way, I will also have some of the Pingju version of "Suolin Bag". ”

"What do you sing?"

These play titles, Cheng Qingtong doesn't sound like a face play.

Zhu Qining took a sip of milk, "Ah! I can sing Hua Dan Tsing Yi!"

Cheng Qingtong: "......" Sure enough.

Cheng Qingtong didn't know what was going on.

Since the establishment of Xinhuaguo, there have been fewer and fewer Qiandan, and the entire market is basically all Kundan.

As a result, Cheng Qiao and them had a bedroom, and half of them were Qiandan.

Cheng Qingtong didn't know what kind of fate this was.

Zhu Qining didn't feel Cheng Qingtong's emotion at all, and continued: "But I don't plan to continue singing Pingju now, I usually sing Peking Opera with a face. ”

"Oh?"

Zhu Qining's face was excited: "I have heard all your singing segments, and I really like you!