Chapter 44 Shocking Skills

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Looking at the strange eyes of the men and women, Wang Yao protected his chest and asked vigilantly, "Are you robbing money or sex?"

The crowd burst into laughter, and Mao Weitao poked Wang Yao's head in disgrace.

"Little brother, I really don't know how to thank you. The old lady came over and bowed.

Wang Yao hurriedly helped the old lady up, "Don't care, I'm just helping, it just so happens that I understand this condition, is your old man a little stroke?"

The old lady nodded with tears in her eyes, "This time I went to the capital, I just went to see a doctor, but I didn't expect this incident to happen halfway." ”

"Stroke patients are prone to blockage of blood vessels and tendons, it may be that the high air pressure and bumps make the old man a little angry, so the symptoms of epilepsy will appear, and it is fine. Wang Yao smiled and reassured, walked over to look at the old man who seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, and stretched out his hand to take the old man's pulse.

"Little brother, what a little miracle doctor?" asked a young man with a smile, "and his movements are very sophisticated." ”

"A long illness becomes a good doctor. Wang Yao opened his eyes and smiled, "I am just a family member who understands a little pulse and some pathologies, and I am really not a doctor." ”

"Then you saved someone's life just now. An older woman looked at Wang Yao with bright eyes, "Heroic boy." ”

The people around him also boasted.

Wang Yao was a little embarrassed by the praise, "Don't say that, I just happened to it." ”

"Little brother, my old man is fine. The old lady wiped her tears and asked nervously.

"It's okay, the old man just fell asleep. Wang Yao comforted, and turned his head to look at the flight attendant doctor who was still waiting on the side, "Do you see if you can give a wheelchair to the old man? ”

The uniformed flight attendant doctor looked at Wang Yao with a little surprise, there was indeed a wheelchair in the medical equipment equipped with the plane, but few people knew clearly, "Don't worry, the purser will be in charge of the cooking, the little brother is experienced in pressing techniques, dare to ask where the teacher is?"

Wang Yao scratched his face: "I'm really not a doctor. ”

The flight attendant doctor looked incredulous.

"I really learned to sing. Wang Yao sighed, cleared his throat and opened his mouth to sing: "I can't help but be happy and sad to reunite with Liang Shanbo after a long absence, and I am sad that I will meet him again today, and the sad thing is that our marriage has been opened, and I saw him smiling and visiting the ninth sister, and it is difficult for me to get on and face today."

Wang Yao let out a feminine and sad female voice with one mouth, and the tactful tune and singing made everyone's eyes widen.

Because Wang Yao's voice was still a little low when he spoke just now, but the clear female voice just now shocked everyone.

Even Mao Weitao's pupils shrank.

"Believe it. Looking at the dumbfounded looks of the people around him, Wang Yao smiled slightly proudly.

"The little brother has such a good voice. The man who spoke just now swallowed his saliva and looked at Wang Yao in surprise.

"It's so nice to sing something. A girl who was older than Wang Yao asked with big watery eyes.

This is a singing segment of the Yue opera "Liang Zhu Mourning History", which is ugly. Wang Yao smiled and arched his hand.

"Let no man be a disfigurer. The man with glasses helped the frame, "Where can I learn opera? ”

"I'm still an apprentice. Wang Yao smiled and pointed to Mao Weitao, "This is the master, teacher, where are you singing?"

Mao Weitao glanced at Wang Yao in annoyance, and smiled at the people around him, "We are from the Xiaobaihuayue Troupe, and we really haven't had any performances recently." ”

"Xiaobaihua Yue Troupe, I seem to have heard of it, I used to be on Hangzhou Satellite TV, but now it doesn't seem to come out much. A middle-aged man who is a bit older in the grade said.

"Why, teacher?" someone asked, confused.

"Now there are fewer people watching the theater. Mao Weitao smiled, "So it is quite difficult for the crew to rehearse, and they usually train and then perform abroad." ”

"No one looks at such a good thing?" asked the little girl with wide eyes.

"Don't you know this thing? If it weren't for this little miracle doctor. The woman next to the little girl patted her head and sighed, "Yue Opera has indeed not been seen much in recent years. ”

Mao Weitao smiled and didn't explain much, just answered a few questions from the onlookers.

Wang Yao comforted the old lady for a few words, and told her that after massaging the old man in those places, she returned to her seat, Zheng Jingjing was already sitting in her position and wearing headphones.

Wang Yao smacked his lips, thinking that this little girl was so unlucky, she couldn't hear her voice just now.

Wang Yao leaned and yawned.

After a while, Mao Weitao also came back, looking at Wang Yao with a somewhat strange gaze.

"Teacher Mao, what's wrong?" asked Wang Yao a little nervously.

"You sing well in a ruler tone. Mao Weitao squinted and smiled.

Wang Yao was shocked in his heart, the sentence "The History of Liang Zhu Mourning" he sang just now is the famous passage of Yuan Xuefen, the master of the Yuan School of Yue Opera, this master not only created a faction of Yue Opera, but also created a new singing tone of Yue Opera, called the ruler tone.

This Peking Opera Erhuang with a fusion of ruler tone and tone is very different from the traditional Yue Opera singing tone, with outstanding characteristics and easy to hear.

Wang Yao smiled dryly: "The ruler tone, is it the way I sang just now, I learned it from the tape recorder." ”

"Where did you get the tape recorder?" Before Mao Weitao could speak, Zheng Jingjing, who was beside Wang Yao, spoke.

Wang Yao's smile froze, and he turned his head to look at Zheng Jingjing, thinking to himself, aren't you listening to a song?

"The singing is good, in two days, I will introduce the heirs of the Yuan faction to you, and you can learn from each other. Mao Weitao said with a smile.

Wang Yao couldn't help but snort.

There was an emergency on the plane, which made the time pass very quickly, and the people in the cabin didn't feel lively for a while, and the plane was ready to land.

Wang Yao, who had even a flight theory, did not shout this time, and waited calmly until the plane was parked, and began to get off the plane one after another with the sweet voice of the announcer.

"Little handsome guy, I'll listen to you sing when I have a chance. When he got off the plane, the beautiful flight attendant said to Wang Yao with a smile.

Zheng Jingjing looked at Wang Yao, who was smiling from ear to ear, with a strange look, and pursed her lips disdainfully.

Wang Yao was about to sigh, he grew so big, it was the first time someone praised him for being handsome, but he was gagged by Zheng Jingjing's white eyes.

Touching his nose and following behind the two, Wang Yao looked around curiously.

It feels similar to Hangzhou.

But as soon as he got out of the passage, Wang Yao was stunned, because there were crowds of people outside the guardrail, holding various signs, which was completely different from the situation in Hangzhou, and he felt that the airport seemed to be much more spectacular than Hangcheng Airport.