"Dad!" As soon as he entered the living room, Liu Xiang pounced on a middle-aged man who was drinking tea in the living room.

"Huh. Girl, you still know to come back! The man touched Liu Xiang's head very dotingly.

Liu Xiang pouted, pretending to be angry: "Hmph! Why, you don't welcome me back! ”

"Welcome, welcome." The man's eyes were full of doting.

The moment Tang Ren saw the middle-aged man, he was attracted by his gentle temperament, which was different from the Sven that he had created by his own guò dress, it was a temperament that had been integrated with him and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The Tang people's pupils shrank, I'm afraid this level will not be easy! The Tang people thought to themselves.

"Hey...... Father. This is the Tang people! Liu Xiang pulled Tang Ren in front of the middle-aged man and introduced. At the same time, he said: "Tang people, this is my father!" Liu Zizheng. ”

"Hello, uncle!"

"Hmmm! Hello, Tang people, right, it's really a talent! Liu Zizheng nodded slightly at Tang Ren.

"Thank you, uncle, for the compliment! Uncle, just call me Little Don! ”

"Hehe, okay, sit down!"

"Hmm!"

After sitting down, Liu Zizheng asked Tang Ren, "Xiao Tang is an artist, right?" ”

"Yes, uncle!"

"Dad, let me tell you, the Tang people are very popular now!" Liu Xiang kept praising the Tang people on the side: "Su Wei, Queen Su Tianhou knows, her song "Woman Flower" was created by the Tang people. and the now very popular song "Leaving the Surface of the Earth" was also composed by the Tang people! ”

Liu Zizheng smiled and watched Liu Xiang show off the deeds of the Tang people over there, but did not speak. But it was this smile that made Tang people's hearts suddenly tighten, and Tang people felt a trace of disapproval from Liu Zizheng's smile!!

"That's it! All right! Stop boasting, you're praising your boyfriend and you're going to heaven! Hahaha......" Liu Zizheng interrupted Liu Xiang's words.

"What do you mean by boasting! It's a fact! Liu Xiang pouted and emphasized!

"That's right! Right! Right! Fact! Fact! Liu Zizheng nodded helplessly!

"That's right! Don Jr., what do your parents do? Liu Zizheng asked suddenly.

"Oh, they used to run a company, and they died in a car accident three years ago!" Tang Ren's eyes were a little gloomy.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt!" Liu Zizheng didn't expect that Tang Ren's parents had died, and at the same time looked at Liu Xiang, she didn't tell herself about it.

"It's okay! It's been so long, I've seen it for a long time! ”

"Well, in addition to being an artist, you're also running a company!"

"No, I was also injured in a car accident three years ago, and the company has always been handed over to my uncle and my godfather to take care of, and some time ago, the company has completely declared bankruptcy!" Tang Ren replied very calmly.

"Then you don't feel distressed at all?" Liu Zizheng couldn't help but ask when he saw that Tang Ren was so calm.

"No, my family's situation is a bit complicated, and it's a good thing that the company has gone bankrupt!"

"Oh? It's a good thing to go out of business, I can't see that Xiao Tang, you can see it quite open! ”

"As the saying goes, where misfortune and blessing are relied upon, where blessing and misfortune lurk. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, sometimes it's really not something we can predict! ”

After Tang Ren said this, Liu Zizheng was stunned for a moment, and then said, "What did you just say?" ”

"Huh? I say a blessing or a curse, sometimes it's really not something we can predict? The Tang people were puzzled.

"No, the previous sentence!"

"Forehead......" Tang Ren suddenly understood why Liu Zizheng was like this, invisibly pretending to be the most deadly! Tang sighed in his heart.

"Uncle, what you want to hear is where misfortune and blessing lie and blessing lie in abundance. What about this? ”

"Misfortune and blessing are relied upon, and blessing and misfortune are lurking. A good place for misfortune and blessing to rely on, and for blessing and misfortune to lurk. I can't see that Xiao Tang has such an attainment in ancient literature! ”

"No, no, my uncle is too famous!" I've finally touched your vein, Tang thought to himself. So you like it!

"Young people know how to be polite and humble, which is very good! Very good! Since Xiao Tang can say such ancient words, he must have studied ancient poetry a little, right? Liu Zizheng showed an inexplicable smile.

"I don't think about research, but I occasionally figure it out on my own!" Tang said modestly.

"In that case, how about your uncle's test for you?" Liu Zizheng's smile was even worse.

"You can give it a try!" Tang people came to please Liu Zizheng, of course they wouldn't sweep Liu Zizheng's Yaxing, and besides, they said before that they were just occasionally thinking about it, and it was normal that they couldn't answer.

"Okay, then I'll come up with the question, the topic is very simple, artists were called operas in ancient times, you can just make a poem with the theme of opera!" After Liu Zizheng finished the question, he looked at the Tang people's gaze and turned into a joke!

And after listening to Liu Zizheng's question, Tang Ren's face also changed, "So you are waiting for me here!" The corners of Tang's mouth twitched.

The drama was called pity in ancient times. Its name has been disrespectful, the superior, and the flirtatious. and prostitutes, slaves and maids are all inferior. In ancient times, the opera was the lowest slave, with no freedom in life, and could be bought and sold like goods and livestock. It is the private property of the master, and life and death are all at the disposal of the master.

The Tang people didn't believe that Liu Zizheng didn't know the meaning of the opera, he said that the artist was called the opera in ancient times, in fact, it means that the Tang people are just a lowly drama.

"Huh." Tang Ren smiled.

"What, Don Jr. has already figured it out?" Liu Zi's smile on his front remains the same, but it looks so disgusting in the eyes of the Tang people!

"Figured it out!" Tang Ren sneered and replied. Didn't you ask me to compose an ancient poem with the theme of drama, okay! I do! Don't you think you're tall? Hehe...... I'd like to see your poems written by my play, can you pay attention to them!

"Oh. Don Jr. really has a talented person, please! Liu Zizheng's look in his eyes was even worse, it was just a play, I really thought I was everyone!

Tang Ren naturally saw Liu Zizheng's playful expression, and sneered in his heart, Tang said: "Uncle, this poem, the poem is called Pipa Xing, and it is long, please be very careful!" ”

Then Tang Ren said aloud: "

Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn.

The master dismounts the guest in the boat, and raises the wine to drink without orchestra.

If you are drunk, you will say goodbye, and you will be immersed in the moon in the vast river when you are drunk.

Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest.

Who is the bomber? The sound of the pipa stopped and he was late.

Move the boat to close to each other, invite each other, add wine and return to the lamp to reopen the feast.

After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune.

The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition.

The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart.

Gently twist and slowly wipe and pick up, at the beginning of the neon dress after six years.

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring.

The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will not be silent for a while.

Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns.

At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks.

The east ship and the west boat were silent, and only the autumn moon in the heart of the river was seen.

Groaning and plucking the strings, straightening up the clothes and showing up the face.

said that she was a woman in the capital, and her home lived under the shrimp toad tomb.

Thirteen learned the pipa, and the name belongs to the first part of the teaching workshop.

Qu Ba once taught good people to wear, and made up every time he was jealous of Qiu Niang.

Wuling is young and entangled, and I don't know how many red silk songs are played.

The silver grate of the head is shattered, and the blood-colored skirt is stained with wine.

This year's laughter will be next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely.

The younger brother went to join the army and the aunt died, and the twilight went to the past.

Kurama was snubbed in front of the door, and the eldest married a businesswoman.

The businessman valued profit over parting, and Fuliang bought tea the month before.

Go to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, around the boat moon and the river is cold.

In the middle of the night, I dreamed of juvenile things, and my dreams were dry with tears.

I sighed when I heard the lute, and I heard it chirp again.

is the same as the end of the world, why should we have met before!

I resigned from the imperial capital last year and lived in Xunyang City.

There is no music in Xunyang, and there is no sound of silk and bamboo all year round.

Living near the river is low and humid, and the yellow reed and bitter bamboo surround the house.

What did you hear in the meantime? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape wails.

Spring river flowers towards the autumn moonlit night, often take wine and pour alone.

Wouldn't there be a mountain song and a village flute? It's hard to listen to the dumb mockery.

Hearing Jun's pipa language tonight, it is like listening to the fairy music ear for the time being.

Mo Ci even sat down and played a song, and translated "Pipa Xing" for you.

I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but I am in a hurry.

It was sad and not like a forward voice, and the whole audience wept when they heard it.

Who cries the most in the seat? Jiangzhou Sima Qing shirt wet. ”

"Uncle, I wonder how this poem is written? Please also ask my uncle for advice! After reading the poem, Tang Ren arched his hand to Liu Zizheng with a smile on his face and said modestly.

Liu Zizheng didn't speak, Tang Ren looked up at Liu Zizheng's unbelievable eyes, as well as his slightly trembling hands, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: "Hmph, double kill!" (To be continued.) )