On the first day back in Chongqing, Cheng Qiao didn't have any idea of going out for a walk.

Anyway, when Geng Wei came, he specified that he would accompany him around.

After all, this is something that has been promised a long time ago.

He had already asked Geng Wei about the time of his air ticket, he would arrive tomorrow, and he didn't know how long he would stay in Chongqing.

Although I regret that I agreed to him so easily at that time to accompany him to visit Chongqing, there is no regret medicine in the world after all.

Taking advantage of the rare return now, Cheng Qiaoyi plans to accompany his grandparents more.

"Grandpa morning!"

Cheng Qiaoyi said hello to Old Man Cheng.

"Morning!"

Cheng Song didn't expect Cheng Qiaoyi to get up so early, he glanced at his opera machine, and it was only seven o'clock now.

In his memory, Cheng Qiaoyi always had to sleep until three o'clock in the morning before he was willing to get up.

As long as he was asked to get up a little earlier, he would lie on the bed, and he would not get up until he was ready.

"Why did you get up so early today, are you not used to staying at home?" asked Cheng Song with a frown.

"Grandpa, I'll sleep until I'm old," Cheng Qiaoyi explained with a smile: "Haven't I been learning drama recently, how can anyone who learns drama sleep all morning!"

"Did you learn drama?"

Cheng Song caught a keyword from Cheng Qiaoyi's mouth: "You learned it from your parents?"

"I learned it from an old professor in our school," Cheng Qiaoyi explained, "and I'm learning Peking Opera right now." ”

"Learn Peking Opera?"

Cheng Song slowly walked towards the chair, and Cheng Qiaoyi hurriedly followed behind him.

"Is there a video of your performance, can you guide me into my opera machine?" Cheng Song handed his precious opera machine to Cheng Qiaoyi.

"I only have a few videos...... The performance is not too good. ”

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Cheng Song was a little surprised, he didn't expect his grandson to perform on stage so soon, he was full of interest: "Whether it's good or not, I'll come in and show me, next time I'll let those old guys see it!"

Cheng Qiaoyi was made to laugh and cry by what he said.

He had never used an opera machine, and suddenly the machine handed over by Mr. Cheng still didn't know how to use it.

Cheng Qiaoyi tried one key after another under his gaze.

"Grandpa, you have a lot of my dad's drama here. ”

"Hmm. ”

Cheng Qiao looked up with a smile: "Didn't you say before that you hated listening to him sing the most?"

Cheng Song blushed, "I'm not...... Isn't this something I haven't seen? I wouldn't have looked at him if I had the slightest choice!"

"Uh-huh, yes. Cheng Qiaoyi didn't expose Mr. Cheng's words, but after trying it, he probably knew how to import this video.

His opera machine is a relatively high-end one, and it can also be connected to the wireless network.

But after I connected it, I downloaded "Theater in the Sky" or something, and there were no videos that people uploaded on their own.

Therefore, it is impossible to find his video in his opera machine.

Cheng Qiao took out the computer, found his first performance of "Autumn River" and downloaded it into his opera machine.

Cheng Song took a small bench and sat next to him, watching his operation intently.

Subsequently, Cheng Qiaoyi downloaded the video of this box-sealing scene.

Cheng Song saw his stopped hand and couldn't help asking, "Is that all?" ”

"No ......"

"There's one more. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi suddenly remembered the video of his return uploaded to the group file by his group friends yesterday.

He said while downloading: "Grandpa, I can't sing well in Huangmei opera, don't laugh at me then." ”

"No, no!" Cheng Song watched the movements in his hands.

When he saw Cheng Qiao connect the opera machine to the computer and take it down, Cheng Song immediately took the opera machine in his hand.

As if he had gotten some treasure, he opened the folder he had just downloaded.

The first thing he opened was the part "The Female Horse" that Cheng Qiao sang when he returned.

The sound of the opera machine flowed out slowly, constantly echoing in the small space.

Cheng Song listened to it over and over again, and his face bloomed with a smile.

"Qiaoqiao's anti-string singing is really good, it's very interesting!" he said and put the opera machine on his waist, "I'm going to go to your grandfather Wang to listen to him, do you want to come along?"

"Grandpa Wang?"

Cheng Qiaoyi searched in his mind for this person whose name was related.

Seeing Cheng Qiaoyi's doubts, Cheng Song explained: "It's Wang Erwa's grandfather, you often ran to people's houses to eat when you were a child, don't you have an impression?"

Hearing Old Man Cheng say this, Cheng Qiaoyi had a little impression.

He still remembers that Wang Erwa jumped up and down behind him, and he was scolded by his grandfather for this. ：“”

"Wang Erwa...... Is he okay now......

After not saying the name for a long time, Cheng Qiaoyi inexplicably felt a little embarrassed.

"Wang Erwa," Cheng Song looked into the distance, "Wang Erwa is also an adult now, he got married two years ago, and now he has children." ”

"Huh?"

Cheng Qiaoyi was a little confused by this news, he searched his memory, and he didn't think that Wang Erwa should be older than him.

"Didn't he stay with me for a year? ”

"It's with you for a year," Cheng Song confirmed that there was no problem with Cheng Qiaoyi's memory, and explained by the way: "Wang Erwa didn't continue to study after he finished high school, and went out to work directly." I heard that he met his daughter-in-law when he went out to work, and then he felt that the two of them were suitable and brought him back. ”

"Neither of them is of marriage age yet, but they have done wine, and they plan to go to the certificate when they are both ready. ”

Hearing Old Man Cheng's explanation, Cheng Qiaoyi had also heard this kind of thing happen to others, but he didn't expect it to happen to the people in his memory.

He nodded, "That's right." ”

To be honest, he really couldn't imagine what that leather monkey would become after he got married.

"So do you want to go?" Cheng Song interrupted his mixed thoughts, "If you want to go, let's go and have a look." ”

"I'll go!"

Cheng Qiao took a few steps back and closed the notebook, and then came over again and held Old Man Cheng's arm: "Grandpa, let's go over now?"

"Since you're going too, let's go!"

Cheng Song glared at him: "Don't hold me when you get there, if you let Lao Wang see it and laugh at me!"

People are really getting older and more childish, and hearing his words, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but smile on his face.

Under Old Man Cheng's death gaze, he smiled and made a promise.

"Grandpa, I know! When the time comes, I won't help you!"