I am most afraid that the atmosphere will suddenly be quiet.

A large number of people here, whether they are nobles and writers, or young elites, even if they are all little maids, none of them are really stupid, and they can't hear Su Yu's humble tone as much as possible, and they can't help but be angry.

Bachelor Xiao Su was originally not very good with Yan because of his father's past.

Looking at his polite and self-respecting temperament, it is estimated that he dislikes Yan Jidao's style of borrowing wine to have fun and enlivening the atmosphere with women.

What's more, Shen and Yao Niang can indeed be regarded as benevolent to Su Erlang.

And Yan Dao, the joy in the corners of his eyes and mouth disappeared suddenly.

He changed the relaxed posture he had maintained from the beginning of the banquet, straightened his back, and stared at Su Yu, his eyes full of the color of participating in the study.

These juniors, what do they think of him?

Do they really think that he Yan Xiaoshan has inherited the style of the Later Shu Huajian School, and he has become unruly and disrespectful in terms of character?

Su Yu, your father, a scholar of Su Shi University, and a great monk of Dongpo, when he takes off his court clothes, he will only grow radish and stewed pork, and he will not have a little bit of charm and appreciation?

How did the little lady named Wang Chaoyun in your family follow your father, you Su Erlang didn't know anything in his heart? I only thought that your father was released to Huizhou again in the last year, and I felt three points of pity. Your disrespect to me is like a summer shower, and it comes as you say.

However, although Yan Jidao was quite unhappy with Su Huan's words, he was indeed a little unbearable when he saw Yao Huan standing there with his shoulders down.

It is not an exaggeration to know, where did the old man bully her?

Yan is a handful of years old, conceited and spicy, he sees this beautiful little cook, and she is very hot after following her aunt, how can she see the grief and resentment of half of the widow? Oh, when Su Erlang said this, and then looked at her dress, it was indeed dark and old-fashioned, not as bright as a young lady.

The wrinkles on Yan Jidao's face are still relaxed amicably on the whole, but he is an elder, and he is unwilling to take the initiative to lower his posture for Su Yu's behavior of brushing his face in public.

He simply let out a deep "oh", continued to stare at Su Yu, and didn't speak, but wanted to see how this future life ended.

Yao Huan had come back to his senses at this time.

She said secretly, I went, and finally insisted on the situation of Xi Da Puben to the end of the banquet, but our Party B offended Party A's father's distinguished guests because of trivial matters.

As for this Yan Dao Yan senior, hey, to be honest, the performance of people like him at the wine table, Yao Huan was not uncommon in his previous life, when he and his colleagues accompanied the big and small bosses to do project entertainment.

Regardless of whether state-owned enterprises, private enterprises or government institutions or institutions are in the staggered dinner, middle-aged and elderly men with high power, or even if they are not very high and powerful, as soon as they drink, they will be full of pride, shining with the human brilliance of "I am a C-position big coffee".

Either "I've read a few good books recently, I have to talk to you", or "Come on, come and listen to me analyze Sino-US relations", or "Young people nowadays can't do it, think about how we ...... back then", or "Secretary Wang brought my mobile phone, I'm going to call everyone in the city......

Thinking about it this way, looking back at Yan Jidao, people's style is really not low, just ask the girls to write a word together, neither saying jokes nor drinking.

Yao Huan thought of this, and saw that his aunt was nervous and showed a little guilt, Su Yu was solemn with a hint of stubbornness, Yan Jidao's well-groomed face was faintly cold, and the horse master Wang Shu seemed to be still thinking about what he wanted to say, and Zeng Wei's fourth uncle looked at him with a mixture of worry and helplessness......

Ahem, what a big deal, why don't you just sing a song?

The girl with green sleeves, the pillar of the fairy-like art troupe, doesn't she sing two songs generously. I'm a cook lady who came over to cook, and what kind of stinky shelves do I serve.

Cheng, uncles and brothers, good songs are dedicated to you!

Yao Huan then raised his head and said to Su Yu gently: "Thank you to the second brother of the Su family, the state affairs come first, and the family affairs come later. ”

Immediately, she turned to Yan Dao again and said respectfully: "Yan Gong, the foolish woman really doesn't understand the artistic conception of the rhythm of the words, and she can't write half a word if she writes hard. But when Yan Gong talked about parting from people and lovesickness, he reminded me that when I was in Qinzhou, I heard the wives and daughters of merchants from the south sing a song about parting from grievances, and today I also learned to sing a paragraph, hoping not to pollute the ears of the princes. ”

Su Yu stared at it carefully, and saw that Yao Huan's expression was calm and indifferent, but he didn't feel that he was too abrupt to stand out for her, but turned his face to a relaxed complexion, nodded at Yao Huan, and sat down.

Yan looked at Su Yi a few times, "sneered" in his heart, and his face immediately showed interest, and he smiled at Wang Shu and Huang Tingjian: "The folk songs of the southern country should also be excellent. It's just that there is no name for the brand, and the green sleeves can't be played, so there is Lao, the little Yao lady, to sing it directly. ”

Yao Huan gave a big gift, and generously asked Cui Sleeve for red teeth.

This red tooth, when Yao Huan was selling chicken feet by the Bianhe River, he watched street performers use it, but it is actually a board made of two pieces of sandalwood for rhythm.

She cleared her throat, tried to hit the red-toothed plank twice, and sang:

"I am sad to see the crimson dancing, and I remember the first time I met at the bottom of the flower. I couldn't help but hang my head and burst into tears, and the moon was hazy at this time. No matter how self-controlling the sorrow, the sorrow is the same. If affection can be communicated, it does not have to be sent to each other. Leave aside your sorrows, please cherish it tonight. When will we see each other again, I am afraid that we will see each other in a hurry. The lover in his arms is complaining, the love is intolerable, the lover is crying wordlessly, how can the heart not ache faintly. ”

It turned out to be Chen Baiqiang's "How Precious Tonight"!

Yao Huan sang and sang, and sang his emotions.

Chen Baiqiang is her favorite singer. And "How Precious Tonight" is her favorite song among Chen Baiqiang's songs.

She likes Chen Baiqiang's faint forbearance, shallow gentleness when singing, and the artistic conception of the lyrics and the light melody with a strong sense of rhythm in "How Precious Tonight".

She even felt that in this 1095 A.D. Great Song Dynasty Yaji, Lin Xifang Wenshan could not give modern people a share and be slightly comparable to the top Song lyrics, only Zheng Guoqiang's poem "How Precious Tonight".

What's more, it's a Cantonese song!

Guangdong, a remote part of the country, has rarely experienced the same wars as the Central Plains, so it still retains a large number of Han and Tang languages and cultural customs thousands of years later. The phonetic system of the later Cantonese dialects has a neat correspondence with the phonology of "Cutting Rhyme", which can be understood as the appearance of Cantonese is close to that of Chinese in the Sui and Tang dynasties. And many of the standard pronunciations in the "Great Song Dynasty Rebuilding Guangyun" in the Zhenzong period can be found in later generations of Cantonese.

When Yao Huan sang the first sentence "Sadness to see the crimson dancing, remembering the first time at the bottom of the flower", the singer called Cui Sleeve already understood.

But in addition to listening to the lyrics, she is also figuring out the melody sung by Yao Huan.

Cui Sleeve likes this little chef who is neither humble nor arrogant in front of male authorities. And Yao Huan's dedication and sincerity when singing reminded Cui Sleeve of her friend who made a living in the Liumo flower canal in the east of the city......

People who can sing are always very sensitive to the direction of the melody. Cui Sleeve listened to Yao Huan's song almost ending, and hurriedly raised her body with the pipa, pointed to the pipa strings, and signaled to Yao Huan that she could accompany her again.

Yao Huan smiled knowingly.

In her last life, she was an amateur but she was admitted to the ninth level of the guzheng, and of course she understands that it is not uncommon for a person like Cui Sleeve who is really proficient in musical instruments to be able to pick up music after listening to it once.

"Tonight is more precious" is only written in 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, there are no 4 and 7, let alone semitones, it is the Han pentatonic scale, the melody rhythm is strong, and it is most suitable for plucked string instruments such as pipa and guzheng. As soon as the jade wrist of the emerald sleeve was raised, the silk strings clanged, and a completely undisguised melody sounded.

Yao Huan smiled at her, walked up to her like a confidant, and sang it a second time.

The sound of the pipa is like a jade bead falling on the plate, and the singing voice is graceful like a spring warbler.

All of a sudden, everyone present was fascinated by the music presented by Shuangshu.

After Nanmu's case, Zeng Wei stared at Yao Huan, feeling that for the first time, he had a serious desire for this little lady who was jealous of the chrysanthemum and was as sweet as osmanthus.

And when the atmosphere of this banquet gradually returned to relaxation, behind the crowd, the little maid of Wang Xu's family, Rouge, when she heard the sentence "When will you see you again, I am afraid that we will see each other in a hurry", she couldn't help it anymore, and quickly lowered her head, so that the two tears that gushed out of her eyes fell on the soil silently and quickly.