Little Tsing Yi always teases me live [Ancient Wear Today]

As long as Yuziyan can remember, the Yu family in his memory is a villager who lives in Wanzikou.

As he got older, he knew more and more things, and found that his family was not as ordinary as he imagined.

First of all, his family has a beautiful green hill, and the old house of the Yu family is built in the mountain. Although the building is simple and simple, it really surprised him. Even when he was young and in the second year of middle school, he doubted whether his family could be the legendary hermit family, such as A scholarly family is like a business aristocrat.

With such doubts, he asked his grandfather, and then he was unceremoniously laughed at by his cousins.

Yu Ziyan, who was in the second grade of middle school, had a long period of slump.

Later, he gradually learned why his great-grandfather and grandpa had to teach opera to their children and grandchildren since childhood. It turned out that his great-grandfather was once the president of the National Opera Association, and many elders in the family also held important positions in the opera committee. He was so prestigious and powerful. Awowing with concern, I thought that my fish was indeed born in an extraordinary family.

That must mean that he will make a splash.

But when he became an adult, during school education and unlimited knowledge absorption, he understood one thing in a trance.

I am afraid that opera will not be able to flourish.

Great-grandpa and grandpa retired and returned to their hometown. Even though they hadn't been in contact with opera and people outside for a long time, Yu Ziyan knew that they still had opera in their hearts, and this had become a knot.

Inextricable knot.

Yu Ziyan doesn't agree with the elders' ideas. Since opera can't be reborn, it shouldn't stay where it is.Today's society is developing rapidly, if they are even half a step slower than outsiders, it will be difficult to catch up.

He had drama in his heart, but he had no choice but to go away resolutely, and simply went to heaven to live up to his persistence. He succeeded in less than two years after he went out.

He is Yu Ziyan, a pioneer in the business world and a pioneer in the tourism industry.

Look, isn't this better than staying in the deep mountains and old forests?Fortunately for him more than once, although the elders are stubborn, they are tolerant to their children and grandchildren, allowing them to go out and pursue new things.

He told his family members not to live in Wanzikou anymore, and not to run back and forth between Wanzikou and Qingyushan old house. He left Wanzikou where it was, quietly waiting for its predestined person, and then brought his elders and relatives Go to an exquisite antique resort that you built yourself.

...Although great-grandpa and grandpa prefer the old house in Qingyu Mountain.

It doesn't matter, the old house is not bad, it's better than Wanzikou anyway.

But he also understands that opera has been deeply buried in his heart during those years of travelling, and he will never forget it.

Yu Ziyan couldn't help recalling that when he woke up again, he was stunned and at a loss by his grandfather's words of "Master Uncle".

Yuziyan raised his eyes in surprise, and shook his head violently: "There is no master uncle in our family, grandpa, you made a mistake, right?"

The operas of the Yu family have always been passed on only to the family, not to outsiders.

Grandpa's expression froze for two seconds. Although he was still angry, he slowed down and sighed: "Forget it, those who don't know are innocent, you should get up first, and kneel in the ancestral hall later!"

Yuzi Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, he was about to spurt blood from the last sentence of his grandfather, with a suspicious expression on his face: "Didn't you say that those who don't know are innocent?"

At this time, Yu Ziyan's father came over, seeing that something was wrong, he scolded: "Okay, just go if you are told, don't talk nonsense."

"I don't know anything yet!" Yu Ziyan frowned.

But he didn't dare to be angry with his great-grandfather any more. His great-grandfather was getting old and couldn't bear the stimulation, so he had to walk slowly to the ancestral hall.

As soon as he left, several older elders hurriedly gathered together, talking with serious faces, with a hint of joy and trance in their tone.

Seeing this situation, the juniors standing behind looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

At night, Yuzi Yan Kuxi was kneeling in the ancestral hall. When his father came, he was startled and straightened his back: "Dad, what's going on, master uncle? Which master uncle?"

Seeing his son's extremely depressed expression, the fish father shook his head and smiled, with a somewhat sad expression on his face: "Ziyan, tell you a story?"

Do you still want to tell a story at this time?Yuziyan nodded, and added: "Okay, it's best to have something to do with Master Uncle."

"of course."

In the middle of the night, the ancestral hall was quiet, and Father Yu's deep voice narrated a story of the past.

As the story slowly unfolded, Yu Ziyan was surprised while listening to it, and even opened his eyes suddenly when he heard something, and endless shock passed through his heart.

He never imagined that there is such a relationship between the operas of the Yu family and the Tanyang opera that Fang Wuqiu said.

No sleep for one night.

In the early morning of the next day, Yu Ziyan, who was released, cleared his mind and didn't care about anything, and immediately went to the lobby to find his grandfather.

At that time, my great-grandfather was arranging for the younger generation in the clan to go to Beijing to invite my master and uncle to come to Qingyu Mountain to meet each other.

"Qingmin, you go, remember to invite Xiaoqiu here." Grandpa thought for a while, and chose Yu Qingmin, who acted prudently and generously.

Yu Qingmin was Yu Ziyan's father, standing in the hall at the moment, and nodded solemnly upon hearing this.

As soon as Yuziyan came over, he heard that his great-grandpa had already made arrangements. He licked his mouth dryly, with a look of embarrassment flashing across his eyes, he hurried over and said, "Grandpa, let me go, I'll go find it." Master... master uncle."

He was a little unaccustomed to calling it that way. After all, in Yu's family, although there was a teacher-student relationship in opera, the family had always been called according to kinship. It was quite awkward to suddenly appear at this time.

"You?" Great-grandpa tapped the ground with his cane, his expression not very good-looking.

"Yes, Grandpa." Yuziyan was embarrassed for a while, then faced Grandpa directly, and said in a very solemn tone, "I know where... where is Master Uncle, it's better for me to go than Dad. Besides, Dad If you go there rashly, maybe Master Uncle can't figure out the situation, I think it's strange."

That's true, Yu Qingmin nodded when he heard the words, and agreed: "Ziyan is right."

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at Grandpa Yu secretly: "Yes, old man, after all, the Fang family probably doesn't know about it yet, so it's better to invite Master Uncle here first."

Grandpa thought for a second, then nodded and said, "Okay, Ziyan, go and come back quickly."

"Ok."

"Remember, don't be disrespectful to your master uncle."

"... Oh, I dare not." Yu Ziyan blushed a little, and hung his head and replied sullenly.

Three days later.

The DFGR dinner held by Lin Zhichao, a well-known wealthy businessman in China, was grandly opened at Moerqi Manor in Beijing.After the news of the dinner was captured by media reporters, they ecstatically took the photographer to guard the gate of the manor, trying to take even one photo of the star who was invited to the dinner.

It's just that after they came here, they discovered that there were layer after layer of security outside the manor, and they were still refusing the media to approach, and they were not allowed to leak any news.

"So strict?" A reporter said speechlessly.

The other media nearby also shook their heads, and comforted themselves: "Okay, it's just a matter of chance, Mr. Lin has already arranged other media, we can't even drink soup."

Suddenly, someone asked curiously, "Who are the celebrities invited?"

"I don't know, but Mr. Lin has a lot of contacts, so you can't say for sure."

Room in the school district of Beijing Academy of Chinese Opera.

In the early morning, Fang Wuqiu just woke up, and was full of energy waiting to attend the DFGR dinner in the evening.He told the fans in the live broadcast room that he couldn't live broadcast today due to something, and the fans understood him, waved their hands and said that they would wait for more time for Qiuqiu's next live broadcast, and Fang Wuqiu readily agreed.

When Chu Qian called, he was about to go out to buy a set of clothes.

Apart from the simple everyday clothes, most of the clothes at home are theater costumes, which are not appropriate to wear to the DFGR dinner party. Since he followed Chu Qian there, in order to show importance, he must at least have a serious suit.

"Qiuqiu, I'll take you to buy it." After learning about his purpose, Chu Qian wanted to drive over to pick him up, and asked, "Where do you live, I'll come right now."

Fang Wuqiu shook his head, and immediately declined: "Don't bother, I'll just go by myself."

Chu Qian knew that Fang Wuqiu and his grandfather lived in the same community early in the morning, but he didn't know which building or which floor it was. He had already made up his mind to come to Fang Wuqiu's house. Now is the right time, how could he give up just because of a few words of refusal? .Then he recommended it to him with a smile: "I know a few brand design stores suitable for you, and I will accompany you there, okay?"

Fang Wuqiu really hasn't decided which store to go to buy clothes. The nearby shopping malls are very big, and it will take at least a day to stroll down. He hesitated for a few seconds and nodded: "Okay, sorry for the inconvenience."

"Then your home?"

"It's on the fourth floor of Building A3, Fenghuanghua Community, opposite Beijing Opera Academy. Brother Chu, don't bother to come up, I'll wait for you downstairs now." After speaking, Fang Wuqiu packed his things and went downstairs.

Chu Qian memorized the floor of his house with satisfaction, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There is an ancient phoenix tree in the Fenghuanghua community. Fang Wuqiu came to this world and liked the bright red phoenix flower very much. After he walked downstairs, he stood under the phoenix and waited for Chu Qian.

The phoenix tree was in full bloom, completely covering the blazing sun.

When Chu Qian came, he happened to see Fang Wuqiu raising his head, stretching out his fingers to lightly touch the petals of the phoenix flower, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a gentle and elegant expression on his face.

"Qiuqiu." He shouted, and when Fang Wuqiu turned his head when he heard the sound, he strode happily over.

As he approached, Chu Qian couldn't help laughing, chose a red flower on top of his head, and handed it to him: "Huadu likes you so much, Qiuqiu, you are so amazing."

Fang Wuqiu chuckled: "Are you blowing rainbow fart?"

"Tell me the truth." Chu Qian raised his head, pretending to be puzzled and said, "Otherwise, why didn't it fall on my head?"

"You stay here for a few minutes and it falls."

Chu Qian pretended to be annoyed, and curled his lips: "No, it will all fall on Qiuqiu's head at that time, I will lose face." After speaking, he raised his head and stared at the flourishing phoenix flower, with an expression like being bullied by the flower .

Fang Wuqiu's heart was suddenly poked cute, and he couldn't hold back, and smiled again, with a sense of humor in his voice.He didn't expect Chu Qian's words to be so interesting, and he couldn't believe what was said on the Internet about this young actor and cutting-edge president.

"Qiuqiu, let's go without waiting for the flowers." Chu Qian raised his eyebrows.

He was going to take Fang Wuqiu to a niche brand store called Gentle, and Chu Qian gave him a brief introduction while he was on the way.

The clothes of this store are like the name of the store, gentle and elegant. As soon as Chu Qian knew that Fang Wuqiu was going to buy clothes, he immediately thought of it.When getting off the car and coming to the shopping mall, Chu Qian put on a mask and hat as usual to avoid being recognized by fans.

The Gentle shopping guide saw the two, warmly welcomed them in, and asked what kind of clothing they needed.

Fang Wuqiu said: "A suit is fine."

The shopping guide quickly introduced several sets of gentle and elegant suits according to Fang Wuqiu's figure and temperament.Fang Wuqiu looked at it and thought it was pretty good, so he chose a set and went into the fitting room to change.

As soon as he entered, the shopping guide couldn't help but quietly shifted his gaze to Chu Qian who was sitting on the sofa.

In the current weather, there are few pedestrians wearing masks and hats on the road, and most people would find it too hot. This one is strange, but in comparison, what makes the shopping guide even more strange is that she faintly feels that this gentleman has a familiar figure and temperament .

It's not good to stare at customers for a long time, she only thought about it for a moment, then quickly looked away.

Just in time, Fang Wuqiu came out of the fitting room.

He was not in a hurry to look in the mirror, and subconsciously asked Chu Qian: "Brother Chu, do you think this method will work?"

The white suit was exquisitely embroidered on the chest, which made it very textured. Chu Qian couldn't help being amazed when he looked at it, but when he looked carefully, the shape of this suit was a little too big, and his waistline was ignored. Not very satisfied.

Chu Qian shook his head in his heart and said, "Let me see." Then he got up and walked in front of him.

Hearing what he said, Fang Wuqiu tilted his head and looked in the mirror, feeling pretty good.He seldom wears a suit. Although it is a bit awkward, a suit can indeed make a person's figure straight, which is different from the feeling of wearing a shirt and casual clothes every day.

Just as Fang Wuqiu was thinking about it, Chu Qian frowned, and turned to the shopping guide: "I remember, Gentle has a newly designed suit called Qiuliang, please take it out and have a look."

"Okay." The shopping guide was overjoyed, and hurried to fetch Qiu Liang.

After the shopping guide left in a hurry, there were only two of them in the store. Fang Wuqiu tilted his head, turned around in front of the mirror, stroked the hem of the clothes, and said with a smile: "I think this set is very good, the embroidery is so delicate, the white Not bad."

Although Chu Qian also felt that white suits Fang Wuqiu's temperament, it was still inappropriate.

He walked over, bent down, pulled the fabric at the waist of the suit with a funny expression, and frowned suddenly: "It's too wide."

"It's easy to dress like this." Fang Wuqiu's eyes sparkled, and he felt that it would be better to be more generous.

The shopping guide quickly fetched Qiuliang. Although this suit is called Qiuliang, it doesn't use many autumn elements, only the same embroidery brooch of Qiu Chan.

The apricot-colored suit does not match the yellow skin, but Fang Wuqiu looks very fair, and I feel extra gentle when wearing it. The fresh and warm colors seem to deepen Fang Wuqiu's gentle and restrained temperament.

Fang Wuqiu's eyes brightened when he put it on, but, but, is the waist too tight?

Chu Qian didn't feel tight. Originally, suits were meant to be slim, but Qiuqiu seldom wore them, so it was inevitable that he would feel uncomfortable.

Thinking this way in his heart, he looked up at Fang Wuqiu who was standing in front of the dressing mirror, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

Not to mention the slender waistline, he stretched his arms just now, and the hem of his clothes was tucked up a bit. The curves of his hips and waist are soft and graceful, and the buttocks wrapped in slim suit pants are upright, small and round.Chu Qian's eyes only stayed on that part for two seconds before he swallowed his throat and hurriedly turned his eyes away, flushing all over his neck.

Fortunately, he is still wearing a mask and hat now, so that no one will see this panicked ugly appearance.

Standing in front of the vanity mirror, Fang Wuqiu stretched out his hands to test the curvature of his shoulders. Although it felt a little tight, it was not bad after getting used to it now. He was indeed very slim, and looked tall and handsome.

He was very satisfied, blinked and smiled, and was about to talk to Chu Qian when he turned his head, when he saw Chu Qian looked away and didn't look at him, and kept turning his head strangely.

Fang Wuqiu approached, smiled and bent his eyebrows into crescents, nodded, called Chu Qian's gaze back, and said, "This set is very good, Brother Chu, thank you."

Chu Qian's voice muffled in the mask faltered: "You're welcome, as long as you like it." After speaking, he took the initiative to pay for Qiuqiu.

Fang Wuqiu is ashamed to let him pay, so he hastened to pay first.

As the night comes quietly, the Moer Banner Manor is lit up with dots of lights, and the exquisite and luxurious lamps in every corner of the manor show the luxury and magnanimity of Mr. Lin Zhichao, a well-known wealthy businessman in China.

The theme of the DFGR dinner at Moerqi Manor this time is "Elegance", and the corresponding internal structure of the manor is also more classical, full of historical details, simple and elegant, but also exquisite.

Those who were invited to the dinner were also dressed in expensive and elegant clothes.Fang Wuqiu sat on Chuqian's Maybach and was driving towards Mo'erqi Manor. He was a little worried about whether Yuziyan would come, so he asked, "Brother Chu, do invited people have to be present at this kind of dinner?"

Chu Qian shook his head: "Not necessarily, but in terms of Mr. Lin's connections, Yu Ziyan should not give up this opportunity."

It should be said that as long as they are in business, there is no one who is unwilling to make friends with Mr. Lin.

Fang Wuqiu nodded secretly, thinking that this Mr. Lin Zhichao should be similar to those rich men in the Yu Dynasty, with a wealth of wealth and an extraordinary status, no one would be unwilling to make friends.

After hearing what Chu Qian said, Fang Wuqiu became more confident and looked forward to the opening of the dinner.

"Here we are." Chu Qian said suddenly.

Fang Wuqiu was overjoyed, and looked out through the car window, and saw a long and wide lawn in front of him, covered with beautiful blankets.This is just the gate of the manor, so imposing.

"Let's go down."

"If I go in, can I stay here? Wait for Boss Yu." As he approached, Fang Wuqiu suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He is not used to such grand occasions, and since he is from time travel, he might not be able to communicate well with the people here, and it would be bad if he said the wrong thing.

How could Chu Qian know his temperament, so he quickly comforted him: "Of course, I'm here. If you don't want to say it, I will help you. If you don't want to see it, I will block it for you. It doesn't matter."

Fang Wuqiu nodded gratefully, feeling slightly relieved.

Outside the manor, there are no other people except the security guards and the media. Chu Qian also attended Mr. Lin’s banquet last year, and he knows that the private dinners he holds will only invite one or two familiar media, and he is very concerned about leaking photos. No paparazzi or media reporters will be allowed outside the manor.

Chu Qian still prefers private dinners like Mr. Lin's. Even if people who come to the dinner are not only acquaintances, but also many business people and celebrity media, but this kind of serious meeting is better than a group of friends outside. The media circles are scrambling to get the camera on their faces.

He couldn't help feeling emotional, opened the car door, and walked inside side by side with Fang Wuqiu.

When he reached the door, Chu Qian handed the invitation to the welcoming girl. The girl was about to take the two of them in when a middle-aged man in a suit and with an extraordinary appearance walked over from the inside of the manor with a warm smile.

"Mr. Chu is here." The man was gentle and refined, without any feeling of arrogance, he smiled and shook hands with him.

Chu Qian smiled: "Boss Lin, long time no see."

Lin Zhichao spoke elegantly, and after shaking hands with Chu Qian, he looked at Fang Wuqiu who was standing beside Chu Qian in surprise. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he asked Chu Qian with a smile, "Who is this?"

Chu Qian introduced solemnly: "Fang Wuqiu. Qiuqiu, this is Mr. Lin Zhichao."

After he said something briefly, Fang Wuqiu took two steps forward, smiled gently, and said calmly, "Mr. Lin, I have admired your name for a long time."

Lin Zhichao had never met him before, but seeing that he had a calm demeanor, neither humble nor overbearing, he was still wondering which wealthy businessman he was from.

"Mr. Fang, the dinner is casual, please don't be reserved, it's fun when you come." Lin Zhichao was polite and smiled elegantly.

After finishing speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, and looked at Chu Qian teasingly, shook his head and teased him: "President Chu, you are not being kind, where did you meet such a noble and handsome young master, and you actually hide it from him?" ?”

As soon as these words came out, Fang Wuqiu bowed his head in embarrassment.

Hearing this, Chu Qian couldn't help but cast a glance at Fang Wuqiu, and then there was a hint of joy on his face.

He coughed, and said calmly: "Is it Chu's fault? Qiuqiu is introverted and doesn't like to make friends with others. Please don't mind Mr. Lin."

The tone contained a bit of intimacy and domineering.

Mr. Lin rolled his eyes and understood in seconds.

At the same time, Chu Qian's glances did not escape Lin Zhichao's sight and shrewd mind.

Lin Zhichao raised his eyebrows, seeing Chu Qian's shy look, pondered for a moment, suddenly realized, and smiled clearly: "So that's it, the old man understands, Mr. Chu, Mr. Fang, please come in."

It happened that a luxury car was parked at the door, Lin Zhichao smiled and went to pick it up in person.

Chu Qian dragged Fang Wuqiu to the banquet hall slowly. On the way, Fang Wuqiu was so curious that he couldn't help asking him: "I understand what Mr. Lin said just now, and his eyes are weird."

The expression was innocent and ignorant, and his face was bulging because of doubts. Chu Qian glanced at it and was struck by Fang Wuqiu's confused eyes.

He didn't have the nerve to talk about his petty thoughts, so he just pursed his lips and said in a hesitant tone: "It's okay, I just know that you don't like to see people, and I don't think anyone else will come to chat with you later."

Fang Wuqiu opened his round eyes in surprise, and said happily: "This is very good."

But Chu Qian ignored how attractive Fang Wuqiu was.

After entering the banquet hall, he was dragged away by the familiar president to say a few words, and when he came back, he saw four or five people surrounding Fang Wuqiu, chatting with each other.

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