Quan Yan didn't have much interest in his previous life and this life, one is happy and likes to drink a little wine, and the other is to listen to the play. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Her grandmother's generation loved to listen to opera, so she bought a radio to teach her to hang her voice, thinking that she would be sent to sing Peking Opera when she was older. It's a pity that she doesn't have all five tones, and she really has no talent for singing. Her younger brother's little monkey's voice seemed to be open, and at the age of seven or eight, he worshiped a Peking Opera master and sang Tsing Yi Confucianism. Later, people thought that he was well developed and big, so they asked him to change his career to singing and rely on martial arts.

The little monkey hung up his robe on stage at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and sang the song "Night Run" to be superb, and the blue is better than the blue. Quan Yan is a voice control, and has been cultivated by her grandmother since she was a child, although she still doesn't know why she came to this era, but after hearing Mr. Cheng's singing skills, she really feels that this person should not be buried.

The same person who has been injured by a sport, she has a plug-in so she can turn over. But it is not easy for some people to turn over, the drama has been held by people since ancient times, no matter how well the drama is sung, no one comes forward to call the scene, and it is in vain. The right banquet cherishes talents, she still has the ability to play the role, so why doesn't she do it?

Holding the essence of Chinese culture in front of the world and making people applaud, there is a sense of pride and honor.

"Dr. Kwon, you're here. ”

"Are your legs better today?"

Although she quarreled with He Zhi until midnight last night, Quan Yan insisted very much that it was just He Zhi making trouble, so what should she do during the day. Because of the good psychological quality, it is not affected at all.

"It's much better, it doesn't hurt anymore! The little doctor from the rehabilitation department comes to give us medicine and wine every day, and after a while, the kneecap will be warm!"

"Are you free today? We finally have someone to talk to, and suddenly the conversation basket can't be closed. ”

This Mr. Cheng is a Yang faction who sings Xiaosheng, and in his twenties, because he was unwilling to 'expose' his master, he was imprisoned in the cowshed for 'labor reform'. Because of the damage to his body bones in his early years, he was only in his thirties, and his leg bones began to deform. Fortunately, it is not serious, and there is still a chance to save it in the eyes of Quan Yan.

Quan Yan is in awe of the person who knows the kindness and does not forget the teacher's kindness, so he has always treated him with a gentle attitude.

She raised her hand and glanced at her watch, because there was still a department-level meeting to be held, and she was afraid that it would be too late. "Can you spare more than ten minutes, let's talk?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Hello, this mouth is the same as us, we are like-minded, Xiaosheng is polite - a lot of advice~~" Singing as he spoke, this person not only can sing, but also has to be a drama idiot.

Quan Yan really likes this tone, when she was a child, she listened to her brother sing, she learned many times, and was despised by her brother many times, but she couldn't learn this tone, either lost her voice or broke her voice, which was unbearable. When she got to work, her brother also sang a roll call, so he gave her a ticket, she didn't fall on the scene, and the old drama bones and old drama idiots gathered together to give her guidance, but she just couldn't sing. Her voice is clear and beautiful, but the sound wave is short, and if she wants to be put on the opera world, she has to be a 'broken gong voice'.

"Let's have a lot of names. Don't look at our Peking Opera, there are five kinds of ...... of 'Shengdan, Jingmo, and Ugly'"

In just ten minutes, Mr. Cheng talked about the Republic of China from the four major Hui classes in the Qianlong period, although the process was relatively general, but there were many things that her brother Little Monkey had not told her. Quan Yan listened very carefully and enjoyed it very much.

"Yo, Dean Quan, you had a good time. "The people who came focused on the pronunciation of the three words 'Dean Quan'.

Quan Yan was still holding his breath in his heart, and after listening to Mr. Cheng talk about Peking Opera for a while, he was fascinated, and the people who spoiled the scenery came.

"Who is this?" Mr. Cheng habitually stood up.

He Zhi hugged his fist hastily, with a casual attitude, "Don't dare to be, you are a master of opera." As for me, nothing. ”

Mr. Cheng was a little embarrassed.

Quan Yan got up angrily and said goodbye to Mr. Cheng.

"Quan Yan, don't you want to introduce me?" He Zhi grabbed her arm and dragged her back.

"Introduce a fart!

"Surname Quan, have you forgotten what I said last night?"

"What did I forget? Do I need to remember all that bullshit?"

"Don't go too far. You can just make small talk with patients during work hours, didn't you say that you are going to have a meeting, what time is it?"

Quan Yan was angry, and after thanking Mr. Cheng, he dragged him out. "This is a hospital, not a campus, your executive principal's hand is a little long!"

"Surname Quan, did I give you face again? I spent so much time last night that I slept with you and forgot about it?! If you don't see him again, I'll treat this as if it didn't happen. You got your brain in water today, or did you kick the donkey on the way here? I didn't want to come, but what about you?

"Why are you here if you don't want to come? Spy on me? Afraid that I'm cheating outside?" Quan Yan despised it, and said it in a high-sounding manner, not a villain?

"Yes!" He Zhi generously admitted, "I'm afraid that you will run away with someone, the daughter-in-law I asked for with a cheeky face, and in the end I ran away with a play, I don't have this face." ”

"Can you stop playing all day long? Is your mother different from teaching opera, and you call your mother an opera?"

He Zhi sneered, "My mother taught, he sings." My mother earns money with her real skills, but what about him, he depends on women to support him!

"You're too domineering, aren't you? There is no distinction between high and low art!"

"What kind of art is not expensive or cheap? Who can afford to play art without money?"

"Get out of here!"