Chapter 331: The beauty of the quintessence shocked the old beauty

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"Alas, Qin Guan, you help others..."
"What? Me?"
"Yeah, don't think I don't know. Teacher Rong is looking for more teachers than you. With your cleverness, you can come to the Jingyun Drum twice, not to mention the most orthodox Beijing opera, can you not learn?"
Qin Guan's expression is quite serious. He really can't tell Cong Nianwei that the style of singing he learned is based on his professional characteristics. To talk about the faction, Mei School knows it.
The monkey is opposite, what do you ask him to teach? Do you wink?
He hadn’t waited for Qin Guan to refuse. Xu Xiaoxiao on the opposite side was not a fool. He heard it. The Qin Guan in front of him would sing and see what his girlfriend said.
"Master! Help!"
I am not a Tang monk...
Qin Guan's sleeve was grabbed by Xu Xiaoxiao.
"You must teach me to sing Peking Opera, and I will make a blockbuster at my grandfather's birthday feast..."
Guess why this child is so anxious, it is because their family is too large. The biggest feature of this southern-born Xu family is that they can be born. There are four grandpas from grandfather to grandpa four, let alone those who come to the United States. Junior.
If you want to get the attention of your family, you have to fight for it everywhere. Unfortunately, Xiao Xiao is still favored at home, but if you go outside, it will naturally be dumb and the typical nest is horizontal.
There is no other way. As the eldest son, the father told him to hide his face from outsiders.
"But I can only sing the verse of Xiaosheng. The best thing I can do is reverse. I am not proficient in your martial arts. I only have some fur."
Speaking of where Qin Guan and Xu Xiaoxiao looked at each other, this old man likes to celebrate a happy birthday, what can I teach?
Cong Nianwei is still more detailed than these two men. She pulled Qin Guan's sleeves: "You are stupid, the most orthodox birthday celebration of Beijing opera, the beginning is Ma Gu worshiping birthday, just right, Xu Xiaoxiao is not a big five big three body, he If he can sing a reverse, he will sing Ma Gu."
Yeah, the monkey was released in an instant...
Qin watched Xu Xiaoxiao, and there was a look of joy on the opposite side. He felt that this idea was much better than Sun Wukong's three hits with Pan Jinlian. He nodded and agreed in an instant. Since the child himself is willing, he has nothing to be hypocritical.
"Let's talk about something serious." Xu Xiaoxiao thought Qin Guan said when to start teaching. Qin Guan pointed at the empty table and said: "First give us the dumplings, I haven't eaten it yet Full."
As soon as Xu Xiaoxiao heard this, Gu Lu's eyes rolled, and Su San, who was just over there, also gave Shi Shiran a resignation and stepped down.
"Alas, Qin Guan, if you can come up on my stand today, no matter how good or bad you sing, you will have a 30% discount on the price of dinner when you come here.
"Why? You are the master of this shop?"
"Of course, I will get you a gold card."
"Sing myself, sing hungry, you dumplings here, I sing on the stage here, and when the singing is finished, the dumplings are not hot enough."
Cong Nianwei was very happy. The prices in New York were so high. The two of them counted one night yesterday. This year, they deducted the tuition fee. If they want to live, they would have to pay tens of thousands of dollars. The legs are meat too.
"Ah hey, don't go up like this, go to the background to paint first."
When Qin Guan came to the backstage of Xiaochangzi, Su San in front was removing makeup there. The salary given here was not low. This Beijing opera actor was quite satisfied.
Now the classmate of the boss's son is also going to play tricks. Thinking of this, the middle-aged woman sighed slightly.
These children of Chinese descent really spoiled the quintessence of the Chinese nation. She hadn't waited for her to respond. Qin Guan picked up the oil paint, and those who were familiar with the car painted a very beautiful Huadan look.
Mo eyebrows swept, eyes twirled, hairpins between temples, blushing cheeks, and a beautiful young man, turned into a beautiful young woman in front of everyone.
Qin Guan put the blue costume cuffs on his hand and sang white with his mouth closed: "Xu Xiaoxiao~~ you need to lead the way~~~~~~"
Pretty!
The woman who played Su San, stood up screaming, and the stool behind him almost fell to the ground, wouldn't it, would he, look again, look again.
Su San was not in a hurry to leave. Fortunately, the robe of Peking Opera was still open, and he did not let Qin Guan wear it as a skirt, always covering his shoes.
"Bahhhh..."
"Yaochi received the training of the Virgin and turned back to take a bottle of wine..."
Hua Danmei is in youth, Tsing Yi is in years, one lament, one joy, one smile, one angry...
One shy, one sad, one loving, one bitter.
A cloud hand, a cross-wrist, a turn, a few round fields, the trembling of the sleeves, the movement of the eyes, the orchid shape of the fingertips, the beauty of the face...
The guests underneath were drunk, as if there was a woman with a story telling her heart.
Men see Huadan who is looking at Fengyue, and women who see Huadan can see the sadness of a lifetime...
The people on the stage swelled, their sleeves flickered, and they also dreamed...
The foreigner underneath has seen such a situation, the eyes are flowing, the subtle beauty, and the gestures are all temptations. The saliva of this group of people has become the Nicaragua waterfall!
When Qin Guan closed his throat and retreated, his makeup was not halfway off, and his arms were grabbed by Su San beside him: "Who is your teacher?"
"Rong Ma'ma..." Qin Guan stared at the innocent eyes, looking at the excited woman, looking at the door, Xu Xiaoxiao, who was already drooling at the door, suddenly brave the heart of justice, a sharp step Said: "What do you want to do, let go of Qin Guan."
Acting like a hero to save beauty, does your dad know?
"Who is Rong Ma? There is this teacher who teaches Peking opera in China?"
"Ah, Mother Rong recommended me to learn to sing for a while. Strictly speaking, I stole the teacher Hu Wenge, and he gave me one or two..."
"No wonder, I said, I asked you how is Teacher Li Susheng? How is your health?"
Isn't this another female disciple of May School? He and Hu Wenge are of the same generation, and they are very respected. Qin nodded: "It's good. Teacher Li has been singing and has brought many students."
Su San let go of Qin Guan's sleeves with a sigh of relief. The teacher's life was very good. She was not relieved by the student who gave up halfway.
But seeing this boy who was only instructed by one or two can sing such a skill. At first, he thought that Peking Opera would find a new way out, and if he resolutely went abroad to create a world, did he really make a mistake?
There is no soil where Peking Opera can breed, and I have not practiced for a long time, even my body has become rusty. How many people can understand the red nose and green eyes guests under this stage, and how many people are rushing It's from Beijing Opera. (To be continued.)