After the song was sung, Wang Yiyuan sat down to drink water. The classmates cheered in unison, saying that it was a good song, and repeatedly asked him to continue singing.

Wang Yiyuan took a breath and said with a smile, "Haha, I'm showing off my ugly face, I'm showing off my ugly face. Let's stop here tonight. Will Teacher Yu have important things to arrange later?

Peng Mingqiang stood up and said, "Student Xiao Wang, we have not arranged any major events tonight. As long as everyone is happy, have fun and have fun, it is the biggest thing. Teacher Yu, are you right?"

Teacher Yu smiled and said, Xiao Wang sang well. Although he didn't understand the content much, your tone was still very similar. The class monitor was right. Tonight, we will let everyone have fun and have something to do. We will talk about it tomorrow.

The students continued to applaud unyieldingly. Seeing that Wang Yiyuan couldn't drag it over, he had to stand up again, and then sang a short passage from the song just now:

I'm so ridiculous, it's this time last year.

The brigade headquarters asked me to discuss the amount, and asked me to yell the gong and turn the chickens and ducks.

All teams and households will listen to the food they have.

Only Lin Shiniang who was carrying her back secretly put the chicken and duck

I also played with a ghost, a ghost name, a ghost name

There was another clamor. But this time, not only my classmates, but also someone stood up and applauded at the table next door and shouted loudly.

Wang Yiyuan looked over there and saw a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses clapping his hands rhythmically while smiling at them.

The middle-aged man obviously noticed that Wang Yiyuan was looking at him. He smiled at Wang Yiyuan, brought the wine glass to him and walked over.

He stood in front of Wang Yiyuan and praised him, "Young man, you sang very well, I can basically understand the lyrics of the Huagu Opera. You should be from Hunan, and your pronunciation and singing style are very Hunan-like."

Wang Yiyuan nodded and said with a smile, I am from Hunan. I sang it normally, but I just made up the numbers to make everyone have fun.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I am from Pingxiang, Jiangxi. My hometown is very close to you Hunan. I will also say a few words about your Hunan Huagu opera. In this way, I will play the erhu for you and sing a few more passages. Is it okay?"

Everyone started to make a fuss again. Wang Yiyuan had no choice but to say, let’s try it?

Wang Yiyuan looked at Lao Zhu who was standing not far away and said, it seemed that there was no Jinghu here in the gardening field. Lao Zhu waved his hand and said that he really had no intention.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Haha, we have Jinghu." He pointed to the people on the table next door and said, "The four of us are all fans of Peking Opera, and we made an appointment to come here for fun together."

He said, we all have our own gifts. Lao Pan, why don’t you go up to the room and get a handful of them? Another person at their table agreed and walked out of the canteen to get the Jinghu.

Seeing this, Wang Yiyuan laughed and said, "Are you really ready?" Unexpectedly, you can meet fans who are singing in this wilderness.

Lao Zhu approached and asked Wang Yiyuan if we had a complete set of Karak equipment in our canteen. Do we want to turn it on?

The middle-aged man thought about it and said, there are not many people nowadays, we don’t use electric sound, just the original soundtrack. Wouldn’t this be more interesting? Little brother, what do you think?

The guests at the third table looked like two families. They raised their hands to bow to Wang Yiyuan and smiled, saying hello to each other, and then moved the food on the table to the table next to Wang Yiyuan and the others, clearly looking like they were preparing to watch the show.

When the middle-aged man saw Wang Yiyuan feeling a little embarrassed, he smiled and said, "Brother, although we are all fans of Peking Opera, we are also very happy with local operas. If that's the case, you can have another one first. Let's sing a Peking Opera for everyone to have fun together. What's the matter?

Teacher Yu smiled and said, "I think this idea is good. You are all opera lovers, and we can communicate with each other, so that we can also open our eyes and appreciate it, which is quite good."

Li Wenxia smiled and said, "Master, would you please play Shanghai opera or Kunqu opera? Otherwise, let's join in and dare to present a Shanghai opera and Kunqu opera, so that everyone can be lively?"

Luo Yuanyuan smiled and said, "Well, don't underestimate our classmate Li. She is famous for her Shanghai opera golden voice in the urban construction system and has been guided by professional teachers at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music."

Ren Xueming joked, haha, then we have a good show to watch today. But I have another suggestion: Our classmate Wang Yiyuan can also sing Kunqu Opera, so why not sing with Li later?

Li Wenxia looked at Wang Yiyuan and asked with some difficulty, "Do you still know Kunqu Opera?"

Wang Yiyuan nodded slightly and said, "I only know a few clips."

Li Wenxia pulled Wang Yiyuan over and said with a smile, "Let me tell me which songs you can do, I haven't sang them for a long time, but I've gotten interested tonight."

After a while, Jinghu brought it over, but not one hand, two handfuls. The middle-aged man and Lao Pan each took one handful. The two pulled a stool and started a "squeezing" audition.

After getting ready, Wang Yiyuan sang a short paragraph from "Making the Pot" this time:

The bellows are pulled loudly, the stove is burning vigorously

I pull the bellows and I will repair the pot.

Pull it out, pull it out, pull it out, pull it out, pull it out, put it out

Education my mother-in-law, Lan Ying, my gay sister

Education my mother, Xiaocong, my comrade brother

After Wang Yiyuan finished singing, the middle-aged man made some preparations and also came to the short section of the Peking Opera "Dingjunshan - This Letter Comes in a Successful Journey":

This letter came with a coincidence, and God helped Huang Zhong to work hard.

Standing at the camp gate, the three armies shouted, the elders and daughters heard the root seedlings:

The head drum is made of food; the second drum drum is made of tight battle robe;

Three-way drum, the knife is unsheathed; four-way drum, the soldiers are intertwined.

Both advance and retreat must obey orders, and it is inevitable to be a knife to violate orders.

The three armies and my grandfather returned to the camp! We worked hard until three o'clock tomorrow.

Next is the clip of Li Wenxia's Shanghai opera "Under the Pomegranate Skirt - How many years have this sentence been waiting for you"

Liqun, this sentence has been waiting for you for many years, why does it sound like a nightmare today?

Who doesn’t want to be a mother or a wife?

Who doesn’t want to be loved by others, be pity, loved by others?

But when the rose blooms, you don’t come, and the regrets are hard to fill in.

After singing, Wang Yiyuan couldn't refuse, and He Li Wenxia sang a clip from Kunqu opera "The Peony Pavilion Shocking Dream":

The peach blossoms are like flowers and beautiful couples, like water passing years, and I am free to search for you. I am sorry for myself in the secluded bedroom. Miss, go to your answer. [Dan is smiling] [Dan is holding a dress] [Dan is low-key] Where to go? [Dan is low-key] Turn the peony railing and close to the rocks of the lake and mountains. [Dan is low-key] What to go? [Dan is low-key] Loosen your collar, wider your clothes, and look at the top of your sleeves, and wait for you to endure and stay warm for a while. [Dan is shy] [Dan is hugging] [Dan is recommended] [Dan is in that place where we met and looked at each other. Is it a good thing that we have never said anything?

Finally, everyone present was in high spirits and sang the excerpt of the Yue Opera "A Little Sister Lin from the Sky" in a long and elegant erhu:

A Lin Meimei fell from the sky, like a light cloud just emerging from the mountains. She only said that the grass-roots in her belly were frivolous, but her bones were clear and strange. She was as quiet as a flower shining on water, and her actions were like a wind supporting a willow. Her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, and her voice and smile showed gentleness. She clearly had an outsider in front of her, but her heart was like an old friend.
Chapter completed!