Siheyuan: Since 51

Big ears, small eyes, tall and thin.

Am I just kidding you, Ma Sanli?

Ma Sanli walked straight forward, bowed respectfully to Mr. Zhou, and said, "Master, I am not late!"

Mr. Zhou smiled and waved, "It's not too late, I'm glad you can come all the way from Tianjin! Mikasa, come, come and sit down."

"Master, I didn't come to see you during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I hope you can understand!"

After sitting down, Ma Sanli apologized, "Last year, when Little Mushroom was martyred, I came up with the idea of ​​performing a condolence show across the river. I'm currently applying for it..."

"What, you..."

Having spent most of his life in war, Mr. Zhou knows too well the cruelty of war.

He frowned slightly, and seeing Ma Sanli's determined eyes, he sighed, "Just make up your mind, I won't persuade you."

Lin Zhiyuan was shocked by the scene before him.

I only knew that Mr. Zhou was a senior in crosstalk, and I also heard from Zhou Liping that the old man had a disciple named Ma Fu. I didn’t take it seriously before, but now I see that Ma Fu is actually Ma Sanli, a famous crosstalk artist!

Is brother Zhou Liping stupid?

With these conditions, why drive a big car?

Wouldn’t it be easier if you learn crosstalk well?

Many people from the crosstalk industry came one after another. Lin Zhiyuan didn't know most of them, but he didn't stop him from coming forward to listen to their stories.

Before we knew it, it was almost noon.

Zhou Liping came back with Tang Wenfang on a bicycle.

Tang Wenfang was not tall, had a pigtail, and wore a floral top and dark trousers. She had two dimples when she smiled, had a good look, and a crisp voice.

Judging from his appearance, he is an honest man. Lin Zhiyuan was happy for his brother and stepped forward to offer his blessings.

A one-foot-high statue of a teacher.

Zhou Liping took it subconsciously and glared slightly. How much does my brother admire the teacher?

There are photos and statues hanging in the office and at home.

Now, giving gifts is also possible!

In other words, Lin Zhiyuan didn’t know what Zhou Liping was thinking, otherwise he would have definitely retorted, saying, “This is a talisman, what do you know?”

After completing the wedding process, we sat down and started eating.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Liu Peipei stood up and said with a hearty smile: "Everyone, the big day should be lively. Yuchan and I have prepared a program. I hope you like it."

Without waiting for everyone to respond, the two left their seats, one took a guitar and the other took a suona, and began to play.

He is a real social hero, Lin Zhiyuan admires him very much and looks at them with interest.

The guitar strings were plucked and the prelude sounded.

Hearing that it was "Singing the Motherland", Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This song is everywhere, which shows the charm of this song.

There are actually people who say that it is biased to the right because it is not a traditional pentatonic scale. That's nonsense.

It’s quite novel to listen to red songs at a wedding.

Liu Peipei sang and played the instrument at the same time, with an artistic style.

However, as soon as Shen Yuchan's suona appeared, the style of the painting suddenly changed.

The whole courtyard was filled with the sound of suona, and Liu Peipei's singing and guitar sounds were instantly reduced to mere accompaniment.

After Zhou Liping's repeated requests, the He father and son also stayed and ate together.

Liu Peipei is not only lively and good-looking, but also has a beautiful singing voice. Shazhu was stunned and when the song ended, he took the lead in cheering.

The others also gave him face and applauded loudly.

At the main table, Ma Sanli drank a cup of tea and suggested with a smile: "The younger generations are all performing, and it's rare for us elders to get together, so why not join in the fun!"

As he said this, he looked at Liu Dezhi who was standing beside him and said, "Old man, can you please measure my work?"

"Okay!" Liu Dezhi said cheerfully, "I've wanted to work with you for a long time. Today is a rare opportunity. I can finally get what I want!"

The two stood up and walked to the steps. They bowed first, and then sang a piece of "Selling Tickets". There was no rehearsal, no rehearsal, but they were still very comfortable with it, which made the audience laugh.

Lin Zhiyuan listened with great interest and even felt a little jealous of Zhou Liping.

envy!

I’m so fucking envious!

It was also a wedding, but my brother had a live performance by a crosstalk master, while I only had a few idiots causing trouble...

I can’t think about it, it makes me feel uncomfortable!

Leave Zhou's house.

Along the way, Sha Zhu kept chattering, asking Liu Peipei about her situation in various ways.

Lin Zhiyuan was speechless. He didn't even look at your situation and was actually thinking about a college student. Besides, you are only sixteen, okay?

"Silly Zhu, how old are you? You already miss a woman?"

Sha Zhu blushed with embarrassment and waved his hands quickly.

"Brother Zhiyuan, don't talk nonsense, I didn't! I just... I just think college students are more elegant!"

He Daqing glanced sideways, glanced at his silly son, and curled his lips.

"Don't think about these things. Just focus on cooking. When you are old enough, I will find you a beautiful wife!"

Using Shazhu to amuse Menzi, they walked and talked, and soon they returned to the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Zhiyuan was stunned.

Uncle Tao and Uncle Li were sitting in the living room talking and laughing.

"Uncle Tao, Uncle Li, what brings you here?"

As he spoke, Lin Zhiyuan stepped forward and gave Uncle Li a cigarette.

Uncle Tao doesn't smoke, so Lin Zhiyuan and Uncle Li each lit a Daqianmen cigarette.

Uncle Li laughed and joked, "Why, Xiaolin, you don't welcome us two old guys?"

Lin Zhiyuan quickly denied, "No way, you two can't wrongly accuse me like this!"

"Hahaha!"

After the greetings, Uncle Tao took out a document from his bag and placed it on the coffee table.

"Xiao Lin, I was wrong before. I shouldn't have forced you to go to college. This is the admission letter for the Chinese Department of the National University. I have already arranged it. The enrollment period this year will last until the end of the month. I hope you will think about it carefully."

After saying that, he pretended to be relaxed and spread his hands, "Of course, it's up to you whether you go or not!"

When Uncle Tao brought up the old matter again, his attitude became extremely gentle, which made Lin Zhiyuan feel a little embarrassed.

"Uncle Tao, don't say that. I was just being too picky before."

On the side, Uncle Li shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "That's right. You two, one is stubborn and the other is confused."

In fact, Lin Zhiyuan also figured it out.

Going to college is definitely a good thing for you. As for worrying about your essay being misunderstood, it is totally unnecessary. Be more cautious, or just don't write it!

Scratching his forehead awkwardly, Lin Zhiyuan said sheepishly: "Uncle Li, you really got it right. I'm a bit stupid, sometimes I'm slow to react, and sometimes I'm just completely stupid."

Seeing this, Mr. Tao was immediately delighted, "Xiao Lin, it would be great if you could figure it out."

The college experience came to a perfect end, and the three of them were even more relaxed when they chatted again.

Lin Zhiyuan asked casually: "Uncle Tao, I'm curious, is it so easy to get into university now? Can it be arranged so easily?"

Hearing this, Uncle Li laughed.

"Xiao Lin, it's easy to get in now, as long as you have a high school foundation. After a while, it's hard to say. Of course, your uncle Tao also has some connections."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded thoughtfully, and couldn't help but wonder, "Uncle Tao, do you have any other special identity?"