My singer girlfriend is super fierce.

"Okay, pay attention to the use of breath, do it again."

After being stopped, there was another round of instruction. When Mei Ziyun heard the words "do it again", his face turned bitter.

Mei Ziyun's eyes were obviously dissatisfied, but he was afraid of Mei Qiupei's severity and dared not say anything.

Mei Ziyun is seventeen years old this year. Since he could remember, his grandfather Mei Qiupei usually had a good temper, but as long as it involved singing opera, he was very serious and there was absolutely no room for negotiation.

Mei Qiupei's vision was indeed sharp. Mei Ziyun was indeed talented in singing opera. With years of hard training, his basic skills were extremely solid.

But as he grew older, Mei Ziyun gradually had more ideas of his own and could not understand many of Mei Qiupei's practices.

For example, on this hot day, instead of singing opera stupidly in the yard, why not sing comfortably in the house with air conditioning!

It's so hot, can you sing well if you are impatient? It's also good for your performance if you are happy physically and mentally.

Moreover, he felt that he had obviously sung better than many of his senior brothers and sisters in the theater, but his grandfather would not let him make an official debut, always saying to wait a little longer.

No matter how Mei Ziyun asked, Mei Qiupei would not agree.

What's the point of just sharpening the knife every day without going to the battlefield! This is also the reason why Mei Ziyun has a rebellious mentality.

Mei Qiupei seemed to see Mei Ziyun's emotions, thought about it, sighed and said: "Stop for a while and take a rest."

Mei Ziyun's face was happy, and he jumped off the stage without saying a word, grabbed the mineral water and drank it.

Looking at Mei Ziyun, who had been cultivated with all his efforts, Mei Qiupei sighed imperceptibly.

In fact, how could he not see his grandson's thoughts.

In his opinion, Mei Ziyun's talent was higher than his own, but if he wanted to completely take over his mantle...

In one word, difficult.

There was no problem with talent, and the conditions were many times better than before. In the final analysis, it was just that he didn't practice hard enough.

Now that living conditions are better, young people have more choices. If you don't sing opera, you can do something else to make a living or even live a better life. Why suffer this day after day?

In that era, the desire and pursuit of singing opera by my group of people cannot be understood by young people today.

When Mei Qiupei was in his teens and learning from his master, the whole troupe had only one donkey. The donkey was not ridden by people, but carried all the troupe's belongings. People followed behind and walked through the streets and alleys for dozens or hundreds of miles to sing.

As long as there was a chance to perform, it was the time when the master and his brothers and sisters laughed the happiest, no matter whether the stage was on the terrace or in the house, in the wind or in the rain.

Why did he insist on letting Mei Ziyun sing under the sun? It was to hone Mei Ziyun's mind so that in the future, when he encountered a bad stage or an emergency, he could sing well without being affected.

Because once the opera started, it had to be finished even if there was no one in the audience. If mortals didn't listen, it didn't mean that ghosts and gods wouldn't listen.

Listen in all directions, one direction is human, three directions are ghosts, and four directions are gods.

This is the rule left by our ancestors.

Mei Qiupei's thoughts were scattered, and he didn't say anything for a long time. Mei Ziyun beside him naturally noticed it.

His grandfather was "recalling the bitterness and thinking of the sweetness" again.

Mei Ziyun blinked, and the action of twisting the bottle cap subconsciously became much lighter, for fear of interrupting Mei Qiupei's thoughts.

It's better to think more, so that you don't have to chase me to practice.

Mei Ziyun made a "sliding step" in opera, and moved silently under the shade of the tree, put the still slightly iced mineral water behind his neck, and couldn't help groaning.

Cool!

At this moment, the phone rang, interrupting Mei Qiupei's thoughts.

What a pity, Mei Ziyun sighed secretly, complaining in his heart that the call came at the wrong time.

Mei Qiupei took the phone, saw the caller was stunned, and laughed and answered the call.

"Haha, Lao Liu!"

"If you don't work as your professor, how can you have the leisure to call me, a singer."

Lao Liu? Mei Ziyun suddenly realized that this seemed to be a good friend of his grandfather. He remembered that his grandfather had mentioned this person. He seemed to be a music professor.

In fact, I also want to sing pop music, Mei Ziyun thought.

Singing opera is so boring. It's not as popular as the young ladies who sing pop music. And I have been singing opera for so many years, so my singing skills are no problem at all.

Mei Qiupei was still chatting with the other party, and his tone was quite surprised.

"What? You bring students to visit me?"

"On the way, there are still more than ten kilometers to arrive? No way, Lao Liu, what wind blows you so anxiously."

"Okay, okay, I'm at home, come directly."

"You can't miss your meal!"

Mei Qiupei said the last sentence with a smile and hung up the phone.

To receive guests? Mei Ziyun was happy again, which means that there is no need to practice.

Sure enoughAs expected, Mei Qiupei said, "Ziyun, take a break and change clothes."

"Make another pot of tea for grandpa, an old friend is coming soon."

Mei Ziyun responded and ran quickly to the air-conditioned room.

The one who called Mei Qiupei was naturally Liu Minkang.

After learning that Ye Zhiqiu wanted to sing opera, Liu Minkang had also done some research, but after thinking about it, he decided to bring Ye Zhiqiu directly to Mei Qiupei's home in Wuzhong City.

Huahai is only a little over 100 kilometers away from Wuzhong City, more than an hour's drive.

If you want to learn, learn from the best, and it's worth the trip for the song "Chi Ling".

In the car, Ye Zhiqiu was also shocked when he heard Liu Minkang's introduction.

This is a big deal!

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly became full of confidence in performing the song "Chi Ling", and at the same time, he was also slightly moved.

Mei Qiupei is an artist. If I could learn a little from such a famous teacher, I would definitely benefit a lot.

Liu Minkang is using his connections to pave the way for himself.

The car got off the highway but did not enter the city center. Instead, it drove to a house in the suburbs that was very characteristic of the Wuzhong area.

As if he had almost guessed the time of the two people's arrival, Ye Zhiqiu noticed that the old man and the young man had just walked to the door.

The old man was not tall, but he stood there like a green pine, with his own temperament. The young man looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a straight figure and a young face. He looked at the two figures who got off the car curiously.

"Haha, Lao Liu! (Lao Mei)!"

The two old men were very happy to meet each other, and they shook hands and exchanged greetings for a while.

Ye Zhiqiu also smiled and greeted Mei Ziyun, and Mei Ziyun politely returned the greeting.

Suddenly, Mei Ziyun stared at Ye Zhiqiu carefully for a few times, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out: "Are you Ye Zhiqiu? Dog author..."

Seemingly realizing that the situation of "dog author" was wrong, Mei Ziyun quickly shut up, but the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.

Ye Zhiqiu was also stunned, and suddenly felt that the world was really small.

The young man in front of him was either a fan of "Zhu Xian" or "Xianjian".

Mei Qiupei asked puzzledly, "Ziyun, do you know this little brother?"