Next to the Cultural Square in Beilang Village is the famous Huanxi Flower Park nearby!
Although this is just a corner park squeezed out of the urban space next to the small Huanxi Lake, the bright and warm sunshine in summer shines down, and the lush trees and dense shrubs are shining with fresh green.
The pink, purple and off-white flowers are also reflecting bright colors in the lake...
This is a rare and refreshing place in a big city like a steel forest!
In Huanxi Lake, groups of beautiful goldfish chased the fallen petals. Next to Huanxi Lake, three teenagers in their blooming season also ran after each other, and their cheerful and light laughter was also here.
The sweet fragrance of flowers floats in the air.
"Feifei, hurry up!"
"Yiyi, wait for me!"
"You are too slow, I still have my computer with me!"
Yang Ruoyi and her friends stepped on the tiny bits of sunlight and ran into the teahouse owned by her family by the lake.
"Once Upon a Time Slow" is the name on the signboard.
Just like the name, although there are many white-haired or bald old men playing mahjong in the teahouse, there is not much movement. They lazily push out the mahjong tiles one by one, which looks like they have no desire now.
Seek, a life in old age without competition or competition.
Of course, there are exceptions. There was a table near the lake, and two grumpy old men were cursing while building the Great Wall.
"You dare to fight three, four, or forty thousand after three or fifty thousand?" The old man wearing a white linen Tang suit with a few dark brown age spots on his face was named Fu Taining. Yang Ruoyi had told her father earlier.
That Grandpa Fu.
The person facing him was an energetic old man named Li Dade who was wearing a yellowed sweatshirt. He was like a powder keg, igniting at a moment's notice. He slapped the mahjong on the table and refused to reason with Lao Fu: "Why don't you dare to play? I'm so brave."
, starve the coward to death!”
"If you hadn't brought flowers to Lao Liugang, the next one would be my own..."
The two old men were quarreling fiercely, but the others were used to it and showed no interest in trying to persuade them to make peace. Who told them to be so unresponsive and verbal confrontations have become a common occurrence?
"Yiyi, where's your dad? Ask him to come over and comment!" Fu Taining looked up and saw Yang Ruoyi and the others sneaking in, so he shouted.
"Hehe, Grandpa Fu..." Yang Ruoyi wanted to sneak her friends to the second floor of the teahouse to play, but she didn't expect to be discovered. She pulled the hem of her clothes and smiled guiltily, "I don't know.
What did dad do? Didn't he come to the teahouse? How about I find Uncle Wu for you?"
"That kid Wu Maocai is not good. He doesn't have any position, so he just knows how to make peace." Fu Taining waved his hand and sent Yang Ruoyi away. He and Li Dade quarreled again. When Lao Liu, who was playing tricks just now, lost the dice, they all agreed in unison.
Shut your mouth and move on to the next round of "battle".
…
The main reason why Yang Ruoyi and the others came to the teahouse was that the environment here is good, there is a very eye-catching park next to it, and there is also fast Wi-Fi here!
The second floor of the teahouse is relatively large and was originally designed to be used as restaurant boxes. However, Yang Han found it troublesome and did not want business to be too good, so he left the second floor empty.
Part of the second floor is used as a living area, which was renovated and left to the teahouse "keeper" Wu Maocai and his wife. There are also two private rooms that Yang Han opened up and turned into his own office - of course, he basically also sent
It was of no use, because Yang Han was always chatting with the old men downstairs.
But Yang Ruoyi would come here to do homework on weekends.
Yang Ruoyi knew that her father would rarely come to the second floor of the teahouse, so she brought her friends over to "do something."
"What I want to sing is "Flying to a Happy Place" by Lu Miaoling, and what Feifei sings is "Torture" by Lu Yuning." Yang Ruoyi handed over her soft sheepskin ledger, with two songs written on it in neat small characters.
name.
"'The Birth of a Girl Group', what are the audition requirements? I think it should include both singing and dancing, right? Are you just going to sing?" Peng Xueyuan took over the account book, pushed up his glasses, and asked doubtfully.
"Feifei should be singing and dancing at the same time. Help her find another choreographer who can accompany this song and see if she can find one that looks better." Yang Ruoyi smiled openly and said, "I'll forget it, I don't
I know how to dance, but I have no foundation, so it’s too late to learn now!”
In terms of talent, Yang Ruoyi knew that she was incomparable to Feifei...
Tang Wenfei’s parents are unreliable, but they are willing to spend money to train their children! Tang Wenfei has been doing Latin dance since elementary school, and she even won the children’s championship in the city before. She practiced less after entering junior high school, but the foundation is there! She also plays piano
Got a hand at guzheng...
Of course, Yang Ruoyi is not without merit, she sings very well!
"Your voice is very suitable for singing! You are also very talented in controlling rhythm!" This has been affirmed by the music teacher.
And there was one thing that Yang Ruoyi didn't know. When she was in the second grade of junior high school, Cai Hongzhuo, a music teacher in her class who had graduated from the Shanghai Music Conservatory of Music, made a special trip to visit Yang Han because she cherished her talent. She suggested to Yang Han that Yang Ruoyi should study music.
Focus on the art exam.
Of course, Yang Han declined Teacher Cai politely. He still hoped that his daughter could have an ordinary, happy and happy life. So the matter ended up being settled...
However, because of Teacher Cai's enlightenment, Yang Ruoyi not only learned to simply breathe, but her interest in singing was also completely aroused!
That's why she signed up for "The Birth of a Girl Group" with Tang Wenfei.
"Then you have to dance, right? If you don't dance, the chance of being selected will be very low, very low? Unless you can sing really, really well, I think there is hope." Peng Xueyuan scratched his head.
"It seems like this. Last year I could only sing but couldn't get an A." Tang Wenfei looked at her friends and said in a soft voice, "We can't practice!"
Seeing his two good friends trying their best to persuade him, Yang Ruoyi also hesitated.
"Okay! Peng Peng, please help me find a choreographer, Feifei..." Yang Ruoyi knew that if she wanted to achieve results to gain her father's approval, she would have to put in 200% of her efforts, so she
My heart skipped a beat, I made up my mind and said firmly, "You teach me to dance, I will definitely practice it this week!"
"Okay!" Tang Wenfei's temper was a little tepid, but she was also infected by Yang Ruoyi's energetic smile, and she also laughed happily.
…
While the three kids upstairs were discussing the choreography enthusiastically, Yang Han, wearing a straw hat with a bit of a cowboy style, braved the hot summer day and came to the teahouse leisurely.
"Good morning, Uncle Guo!"
"Uncle Jianyi, how are you lucky today?"
"Old Master Guang, don't smoke so much..."
Most of the people who come to the teahouse are regular customers. Yang Han is very familiar with them and greets them all the way here.
Over at the counter, the usually insignificant Wu Maocai, the middle-aged man named "Uncle Wu" in Yiyi's mouth, had stood up behind the counter at some point.
Wu Maocai has an average appearance. He is tall and has broad shoulders. He does not look like a southerner. But now he picks up a hot water bottle to make tea for Yang Han. His movements are light and steady, which is very inconsistent with his big body.
feel.
"Yiyi is upstairs with Feifei, Pengpeng and the others." Wu Mao just finished making tea and turned to talk to Yang Han who was hanging the cowboy straw hat on the wall.
"In my office? Let them play, it's a rare summer vacation." Yang Han smiled and nodded.
Facing the slow fan, I took a sip of Tieguanyin with a light taste. My body, which had been heated by the sun just now, felt a little cool. In the midsummer of Yangcheng, around noon, the sun becomes more and more fierce!
However, Yang Han had no chance to relax when he came to the teahouse.
Before he could take more than two sips of tea, Fu Taining, Li Dade and other old men saw him and shouted at him to come over and comment.
On the way, an old man with two golden dentures stopped him: "Xiao Yang, you, do you still have those chicken feet you had done two days ago?"
"Combo, what do you think of lemon passion fruit chicken feet? Isn't it delicious? I made them myself and they are not sold in our teahouse. If you still want to eat them, I will make them later and send you some."
Yang Han gently patted the other person's wrinkled hand, as if coaxing a child, and smiled in a very friendly tone.
"Okay, okay!" Kang Bo also grinned happily, smiling like a child.
"Xiao Yang, you can't favor one person over another!" Other old men also started to boo.
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The teahouse was rebuilt from a small wooden restaurant more than half a century ago. Because the building is made of wood, the sound insulation effect is definitely not that good. The noise from downstairs can be faintly transmitted to the upper floors.
The collision sound of mahjong in the front was not that obvious, because everyone is used to it. Now mixed with some loud noises and cheers, it seems a bit abrupt!
"Is Uncle Yang here?" Tang Wenfei was a little uneasy. She gently shook Yang Ruoyi's arm and asked in a low voice.
Yang Ruoyi was so engrossed in watching the dancing video just now that she turned a deaf ear to the sounds from the outside world. Now she was woken up by her friends and she noticed the movement downstairs.
"I'll go take a look!" Yang Ruoyi put the computer on the sofa and ran out in a hurry.
As soon as she reached the stairs, Yang Ruoyi heard a sharp but gentle voice singing:
"Su San left Hongtong County and came to the gate (street)..."
The sound made Yang Ruoyi tremble all over, because she looked over the guardrail of the stairs and saw that the person singing was her father!
No, it should be said that the person singing Peking Opera in falsetto is his father!
In fact, this is not the first time that Yang Ruoyi has seen such a scene, because her father will occasionally hum a few verses in the teahouse with the old people who like Peking Opera and Cantonese Opera!
However, she had never really appreciated it before - after all, these traditional dramas were still a bit too profound (old antique) for a sixteen-year-old girl in her prime.
Today, I suddenly heard my father singing this paragraph. The falsetto sounded weird, and each word was drawn out for a long time without accompaniment. It should have been very awkward, but Yang Ruoyi inexplicably felt that it sounded good...
"Gentlemen of the past, listen to me..."
It’s interesting!
Yang Ruoyi squatted on the stairs, pulling on the guardrail and secretly glancing at her father in the crowd.
He was like a star shining over the moon, being watched with admiration by the old men in the teahouse - as if mahjong was no longer good, these old men were all sitting happily on their chairs, turning around to listen to Yang
Han sings opera.
"Just say that if Su San's life is cut off, he will become a dog or horse in the next life. I will take the responsibility, repay it, and pay it back..." A very short classic Peking Opera aria was sung.
"Okay!" The shouting voice immediately echoed throughout the teahouse, and almost every old man was clapping his hands.
Yang Ruoyi was inexplicably shocked when she saw the excited blushes on their old faces and their heartfelt smiles.
"One more! One more!" Fu Taining shouted.
"Thank you all for your support. Let me take a break and let me think about what to sing first." Yang Han returned the gift with his fists in his arms. He took the tea from Wu Maocai, put it aside, and said with a smile.
His own voice was not suitable for singing high notes, and he had to rely on skill to sing falsetto to get past it, so after singing two verses, he still had to take a break to recuperate his voice.
Just in time, while Yang Han was resting, Yang Ruoyi hurriedly ran upstairs, and the young figure blew into the office like the wind: "Peng Peng, get your phone quickly and come over to record my dad singing Peking Opera!"
When Yang Ruoyi ran back with her two friends and crowded on the stairs to peek, Yang Han was ready to start singing again, but this time he didn't intend to sing traditional Peking opera.
"Let's sing a simpler ditty with a bit of Beijing flavor!" Yang Han picked up a folding fan next to him, opened it, and shook it gently as if fanning the wind, and said with a smile.