Honk~

The phone hung up.

I frantically pulled my hair back up.

With a shake of his head, his shoulder-length hair fell softly.

Nervous?

How can I not panic?

Ding dong~!

"Miss, can I move the piano in?"

What?

I looked blankly at the open door.

Several security guards stood behind a wooden piano, "Mr. Qi ordered us to send the piano over, take a look, where do you want to put it?"

「…… Oh, this way."

I was stunned for a few seconds, then greeted them through the door and found a place in the living room to set up the piano.

Until they left, I was still in a daze at the piano that had been born.

Oh my God.

Manager Qi is really a ruthless person!

Is this money spent?

It's really a piece of paper.

Immediately after two o'clock in the afternoon, Teacher Feng, who teaches music, followed suit.

I still have the mentality that I can't use it if I study hard, first according to Mr. Feng's request, and then I squinted my mother~ Until I finish the vocal cord exercises, I can be regarded as completing the opening of my voice.

Teacher Feng played the piano and asked me to sing a relatively simple song first.

I stood next to her, singing in a decent manner, and Teacher Feng listened to it with a little seriousness, "The pitch is okay, but your voice is too tight, your throat and jaw should be relaxed, come, the breath sinks, follow me to make a note......

Compared with the two teachers in the morning, Teacher Feng was relatively strict, and she didn't seem to like to laugh.

The first time she saw me at the door, she said very coldly, "The image is not bad."

Then she sat down at the back of the piano and asked me to open my voice.

After the pout, I felt that my lips were matched.

But to be honest, I was amazed at the first sight of Ms. Feng, she looked like she was in her forties, but her temperament was particularly prominent.

Wearing a minimalist black high-neck cashmere sweater under the down jacket, her hair is pulled up high, and she looks noble and cold when she plays the piano.

Her kind of beauty is not the beauty of her face, but the temperament she has in her bones, like a black swan who does not eat fireworks in the world.

I also glanced at her full name on her business card, as her name was: Feng Xueqing.

Seeing that I understood fairly quickly and my voice was relatively standard, Mr. Feng's eyebrows softened slightly, "Okay, sing again."

I looked at her facial features as I sang, and found that she was not in a good marriage and would be burdened by her children and family.

belongs to the early years of the spirit is very high, missed a lot of opportunities to become famous, and in the middle and late years, it will increase the bumpy face.

I can't talk about my life, I have to say that she has a bad fate.

Taking advantage of the intermission, I pretended to go back upstairs to the bathroom.

I couldn't help but call Manager Qi, and deduced that this was confirmed.

It turned out that this teacher Feng was a famous opera singer earlier, and she was famous in Beijing City, but she was a beautiful woman, she met someone unladylike, married her husband's business failed, and she also contracted bad habits, she chose to divorce in anger, applied to teach at the Drama Academy, and lived alone with her son.

Who knew that her son would not be worried when he grew up, and he would make trouble for her twice in three days.

In life, although Mr. Feng will not fall into difficulties, he also has to get by.

This time, she was invited by Manager Qi because Aunt Han liked to listen to her singing earlier, and Aunt Han also knew that Teacher Feng sang popular songs well and could play the piano, so she had no problem teaching me, so she hired her to teach me at a high price.

I went downstairs with mixed feelings, and when I raised my eyes, I saw Teacher Feng sitting next to the coffee table, listening to music with her mobile phone, and a thin cigarette in her hand, her eyes were opposite, she spit smoke and looked at me, "I'm sorry Miss Xie, I'm addicted to smoking, you can smoke."

"It's okay."

I listened to the opera playing on her mobile phone, and I couldn't help but say, "Teacher Feng, are you listening to ...... Mu Gui

Ying is in charge?"

Teacher Feng knocked the ash into the ashtray she had brought, and looked at me expressionlessly, "Heard?"

I smiled and nodded, "Well, I like it."

"Like?"

She was a little interested, "Sing a few words and I'll listen."

I nodded and stood a few steps back, and as soon as my eyes lit up, I opened the posture with one hand, "I suddenly heard the sound of the golden drum and the sound of the horn ~ Evoking me to break through the heavens and Top Gun ~ I want the peach blossoms to be majestic back then, and the enemy blood splashed pomegranate skirt!"

Mr. Feng's eyes narrowed slightly after the white mist, and after listening to me sing two sentences, he quickly extinguished the cigarette butt, and helped me beat it in his hand and hummed softly with me.

I came to the spirit, and walked in a circle under my feet, "Fanbang clown, what is the matter, I can block a million soldiers with one sword!"

When the sound fell, I looked at Teacher Feng a little shyly, "I'm ugly."

Teacher Feng was speechless for a while, and looked at me carefully, "Who taught you?"

I shook my head, "No one has ever taught me, but I always listened to it when I was a child, and then I learned a few words."

If you break it up, it should be cultivated by the small temple in the village.

She laughed, "Then you also taught yourself this step?"

"I learned it by watching TV, and I thought it was interesting, so I learned it."

I said, "My mother was also a folk opera artist when she was alive, maybe I have this gene, and I was born to like to listen to opera and some old songs."

Teacher Feng nodded in response, but his eyes looked straight at me.

I was inevitably furious when she looked at me, "Teacher Feng, am I getting an axe in the class, I know I can't sing well......

"No, you're singing well!"

Teacher Feng smiled at me, got up and walked up to me, first looked at my front, and then looked at my back, "You kid is a good seedling, can you sing anything else?"

I looked at her tentatively, "I'll be quite miscellaneous, Mr. Feng, what do you want to hear?"

Teacher Feng looked at me with a smile, "Can you say a few words about Farewell My Concubine?"

"Yes."

I thought about the words, "Suddenly look up and see the blue falling moonlight and clear ......"

The atmosphere immediately became harmonious, and Teacher Feng seemed to be a different person, and she began to instruct me to sing and move my hands.