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"Dean Quan, are you going to watch an excerpt today?"

Quan Yan didn't think about it, and happily agreed to go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A few days ago, she helped him reopen his wife's medical subsidy certificate, which can be said to have saved his poor family a lot of medical expenses.

may also be a coincidence, this old gentleman really likes it.

The biggest hobby of Quan Yan's two lives, drinking and watching plays. Seeing that it is impossible to touch alcohol with a ball in your hand, you can only enjoy it from the spiritual level.

The old professor specially reserved a central and front-facing seat for her in the auditorium of the School of Drama.

He Zhi had a headache when he heard the play, and the Executive Yuan really couldn't catch up with something, so he could only bring the lively and active little fat man to join in the fun.

This play is a national opera exchange stage play, and there are a total of three plays tonight, all of which are now famous actors holding the big head. In addition, the old man's proud disciple also showed his face tonight, and the old professor couldn't sit still since he called.

"Has Dean Quan heard of our ancestors' good things before?"

"Yes. ”

"Oh, what kind of drama have you heard?"

Quan Yan thought about it, the deepest singing voice in her mind was still the urgency of a man in Tsing Yi. “…… Beijing opera. Takeshi sang 'Night Run'. ”

When the little monkey first learned, he sang this song day and night. From the beginning of the complete lack of tone, it has gradually become charming, and then the longer it is, the more pure it is, and finally even his personal master can't help but praise him for his intentions. Their family witnessed the growth of the little monkey's song 'Night Run', so in Quan Yan's vague impression, probably 'Night Run' was her entry song for listening to and watching plays.

"Ah," the old professor suddenly remembered, "the Mr. Cheng you recommended to me last year, he is a descendant of the Yang faction." ”

Quan Yan nodded, it seemed that he hadn't heard anyone mention him for a long time, "How is Mr. Cheng doing?"

"The afterlife can be taught. The old professor sat on the bench with his hands in fists, his eyes blazing, "With him, the Yang faction will not be cut off." ”

"Mr. Cheng is very good. ”

"Ah, of course. This person's obsession with drama and inheritance has a different perspective from that of old antiques. ”

Quan Yan raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows, "Dare to ask Mr. what is the explanation?"

"He's good. The old gentleman seems to be organizing a more appropriate eulogy, "Since beating our older generation, mobile phones are not passed on to outsiders." ”

"What is the so-called 'outsider'?" Mr. Cheng scoffed at this. ”

In his opinion, no matter whether you are close or not, if you love drama, you will do your best to teach them. Dean Quan, I don't know what you think of the industry that the old man is doing now?"

Quan Yan frowned, and she summed it up in twelve words: "Teach the essence of culture, inspire and spread Chinese culture." ”

The old gentleman looked up to the sky and laughed, he had to shake his head and clap his hands, his eyes slowly dimmed, his voice was extremely low, and his emotions seemed to be indulged, "Yes and no." ”

"We're making 'tools.' The old gentleman looked up at her very seriously: "Here, there is no so-called secret and peerless learning, let alone so-called teaching and beating. We don't dare to take out the things of our ancestors openly, and now what we can put on the table is all screened out one by one - the chicken ribs that are 'unbearable'. ”

"The old singing skills have been passed down to this day in various schools, and a slap in the face that is intact can be counted. We were 'mass-selling' the good stuff of the ancient times. ”

"Mr. Cheng is different from us, he is an artist. And young, even if he suffers, he is still the 'dead brain' who only recognizes his ancestors. ”

Quan Yan looked at him sadly for a long time, and finally couldn't bear to look away, "Your old lady is serious." ”

"Whew! I'll tell you what these three-five-six-it's not Peking Opera singing today, which may disappoint Dean Quan. The old gentleman changed the subject uncomfortably, "Guess it's something else?"

Quan Yan took a light breath and meditated, "Probably, Henan Opera?"

The old gentleman's eyes were round, and his clean and beardless face was full of wrinkles, "You're amazing!"

Quan Yan smiled, the Henan Opera in the 80s in history was indeed brilliant, and Quan Yan didn't know much about other plays, so I heard that there was a Yue Opera troupe a few days ago, but I can't go back to Yue Opera. So she casually blindfolded a sideline. "Dare to ask what is the name of the song?"

"It's still a new thing now, and I didn't ask much about the kids who tossed it themselves. Let's keep it a little fresh. ”

The right banquet means waiting for good news.