Peerless Junior Uncle

It is still possible. "Following the rhythm of the record, Fu Qingcheng tapped the table lightly, his slender fingers were almost transparent in the sunlight.

He Tingge walked into Fu Qingcheng suddenly, with a slightly taller figure standing in front of Fu Qingcheng. Fu Qingcheng frowned, but saw He Tingge raised an arm and stretched it towards him.

It was so close that Fu Qingcheng seemed to smell the faint scent of pear blossoms from the collar of He Tingge's collar. For some reason, Fu Qingcheng felt a little strange in his heart, and just about to take a step back, it was He Tingge who crossed his arms and took the bookshelf behind him. placed record.

"Mu Lan bought them all?" He Tingge looked at the record with interest: "He is careful."

Fu Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, but for some reason, there was a hint of disappointment, and he smiled: "Adjutant Mu is indeed a delicate person."

"He has been with me for so many years, and I haven't seen him take care of anyone like this." He Tingge put down the record and seemed to have a taste, but Fu Qingcheng glanced at him helplessly: "Adjutant Mu just obeys your orders, but at this moment, you In this way, it is true that accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger, and your heart is unpredictable."

He Tingge was stunned by what he said, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You really don't know, Mu Lan has always done things business-like, I only told him to be responsible for your safety, but I didn't tell him to take care of your basic necessities. Even Jin Yuyao, let him go Accompanied by Zhuanzhuan, he really took people "walking" around Jincheng without being out of breath."

Hearing this, Fu Qingcheng thought of something, couldn't help laughing out loud, and shook his head.

In the afternoon, Mu Lan knocked on Fu Qingcheng's door, and Fu Qingcheng's clear voice came from inside: "Please come in."

"President Fu." Mu Lan opened the door, stood at the door and said, "Young Marshal welcomes you."

Fu Qingcheng put down the newspaper in his hand, squeezed the Jingming acupoint, and asked, "What's the matter?" Mu Lan said with a serious look: "The young commander only ordered me to take you there, and didn't say anything."

Fu Qingcheng didn't ask any more questions, got up and straightened his gown, followed Mu Lan to go out.

When the car was parked in Qinyuan, Fu Qingcheng looked at the tall plaque with some surprises, the words "You Long" written in it were puzzled.

Followed Mu Lan and the boy who led the way up to the second floor, looking down, there were no empty seats on the first floor, and dignitaries went up to the second and third floors one after another.

The sound of the instrumentalist tuning the piano even passed through many obstacles to everyone's ears, but was immediately overwhelmed by the sound of conversation.

"I've seen it. The viewing angles on the third and first floors are not good. This seat is the best." Fu Qingcheng felt a cool breeze blowing around him, and He Tingge appeared on the chair on the left, wearing a black windbreaker, not long or not long. The short black hair was brushed behind the ears casually, looking refreshing and domineering.

"Why do you want to listen to an opera all of a sudden?" Fu Qingcheng looked back and asked lightly.

He Tingge smiled lightly and said, "Listening to records is so boring, lest you say that I abused the prisoners." Seeing that Fu Qingcheng's indifferent expression didn't seem to have any ups and downs, he changed his mouth and said, "Besides, you are my guest. meet your needs."

"Young Marshal really has a heart." Fu Qingcheng lightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said to He Tingge: "I don't know what you heard today?"

Naturally, He Tingge didn't know, he had never understood these things, but Mu Lan saw that He Tingge couldn't tell, so he said, "Farewell My Concubine."

Hearing this, Fu Qingcheng just nodded. After the guy on one side served two cups of Longjing, the instrumental music on the stage below began to play, and the conversation on the stage stopped for a while, and everyone focused their eyes on the stage.

He Tingge didn't listen to operas, nor could he understand them. He just saw Fu Qingcheng's interested expression, so he sat quietly on one side of the stand with the overlord painted with oil paint on his face, and babbled and sang something.

Concubine Yu sang and danced in front of the Overlord with two long swords in her hands. Although she was heavily rouged, she looked outstanding.

He Tingge listened to Yu Ji's sad tone, although he didn't know what it was singing, but he could feel the atmosphere of the play.

"Persuade the king to drink wine and listen to Yu's song, relieve the king's sorrow and dance with his mother-in-law, win Qin Wudao to break the country, and the heroes will fight from all directions.

As the saying goes since ancient times, do not deceive me, success or failure rises and falls in an instant, drink with peace of mind and sit in a precious tent. "

On the stage, Concubine Yu was wearing luxurious clothes, holding a sword in her hand while singing and dancing. He Tingge could understand the libretto, but when she saw Concubine Yu behind her, the Overlord borrowed wine to relieve his sorrows, thinking of the current situation, he hummed coldly. Laugh.

Scanning around, there are still a few foreigners sitting in the theater, blowing smoke rings, seemingly enjoying the opera leisurely.

His eyes fell on Fu Qingcheng beside him. Fu Qingcheng was wearing a moon white gown, looking at the stage without any emotion on his face, and took a sip of the tea cup in his hand.

"Where's the fan?" He Tingge asked softly.

Fu Qingcheng frowned, turned to look at He Tingge, as if he didn't hear clearly, He Tingge asked again: "Don't you like it?"

Fu Qingcheng lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while, then smiled as if he understood what he meant, and said with his lips: "Listen to the opera, let's talk after listening to it." He Tingge raised his eyebrows, so he had to sit still, but listening to the opera felt boring.

Feeling that the corner of his sleeve was being pulled, He Tingge turned his head to look, but it was Fu Qingcheng who pushed over a plate of melon seeds. He Tingge had to peel the melon seeds with his arms, and glanced at Mu Lan who was sitting behind, but he didn't want to. He looked at the stage seriously, as if he was listening very seriously.

He Tingge was a little surprised, he never knew that Mu Lan liked to listen to operas, and the record he bought for Fu Qingcheng was also based on his own preferences?

Suddenly, the instrumental music stopped suddenly, and there was a sound of breathing in the surrounding area. He Tingge paused for peeling melon seeds, and after looking over, he realized that it was Concubine Yu who had drawn her sword to kill herself.

After one play, He Tinge had already peeled a small pile of melon seeds, thinking that there would be another play, so he planned to hire a buddy to bring another plate of peanuts or something.

"Let's go." Before waving, Fu Qingcheng got up and straightened his clothes.He Tingge asked: "There's another one, don't you want to watch it?"

Fu Qingcheng smiled nonchalantly: "If the young commander wants to see it, why don't you just sit down?"

He Tingge coughed dryly: "It's getting late, let's watch after dinner."

Mu Lan stood up and asked, "Is the young commander returning home?"

"Hmm." He Tingge got up and straightened his collar, and asked casually, "What do Adjutant Mu think of this scene?"

Mu Lan paused: "Very good." After finishing speaking, he turned and drove, He Tingge smiled: "Did President Fu often come to the opera?"

Fu Qingcheng walked up the stairs and said: "I don't come here often, I just come here occasionally to cheer for Boss Huo."

"Oh." He Tingge responded, thinking that Fu Qingcheng, as the chairman, would inevitably have a close relationship with the surrounding businessmen.

Going down the stairs, due to the crowd, I took some detours for a while, and I was about to go out, but suddenly a group of people rushed over, even touching the tables and chairs, leaning towards them.

He Tingge frowned, stepped forward to block Fu Qingcheng behind him, and his thigh was touched by the corner of the table... that was sour...

"What's going on?" Enduring the pain in his legs, He Tingge said angrily.

"Hmph..." Fu Qingcheng snorted softly behind him, seeming to be smiling: "You son of a bitch..."

He Tingge was puzzled, and was about to ask a question, but saw a person coming out from the place where the group of people standing in the way Sheng Longneck was watching. The person obviously hadn't removed his make-up, and he was still wearing a costume. He came out to have a look Seeing this situation, the phoenix raised his eyes and turned around to walk back.

But all the dandies wanted to catch up, no matter how much He Tingge didn't understand the market here, he could see it, his face darkened: "Get out of the way."

The calm and domineering voice stopped the disregarded crowd. He Tingge impatiently reached out and took Fu Qingcheng's arm and walked out of the crowd.

"A singer so popular?" Sitting in the car, He Tingge rubbed his still sore thigh calmly, thinking to himself, it hurts more than being shot.

"Isn't it?" Fu Qingcheng said: "Boss Huo's play is famous in the Northeast."

"Boss Huo? The opera singer?" He Tingge was taken aback for a moment. He thought the so-called Boss Huo was the owner of the theater, but turned out to be an actor: "Do you know each other?"

"Some friendship." Fu Qingcheng nodded, looked at He Tingge: "You never go to the theater?"

"If there's anything interesting, why don't you go to Tang Yuzhen's place to listen to the music." He Tingge didn't take it seriously: "It seems that Boss Huo is also a beautiful woman. It's a pity that Tang Yuzhen confiscated her."

Fu Qingcheng didn't answer for a while, and He Tingge didn't care. He asked casually, "What do you want to eat?" As he spoke, he handed over a paper bag in his pocket. Fu Qingcheng seemed to have something to say, looking into He Tingge's eyes It's a half-smile.

"What are you looking at me for?" He Tingge asked.

Fu Qingcheng opened the paper bag, and inside were peeled melon seeds, a little surprised: "Why give me this."

He Tinge glanced at it: "Didn't you want me to peel it? I don't eat these."

Fu Qingcheng looked at those melon seeds, and said helplessly: "Okay, for the sake of the young marshal's hard work, I will reveal a secret to you."

He Tingge listened attentively, Fu Qingcheng took a melon seed and ate it, and said, "Boss Huo is an actor."

"I know." He Tingge was puzzled.

"Then you must not know that in the opera troupe, except for the jugglers, all the singers are men." Fu Qingcheng said calmly, He Tingge was taken aback, and after he figured out what he meant, his face changed: "Boss Huo is A man? The one who sings Yu Ji?"

"En." Fu Qingcheng nodded, and then said to Mu Lan: "Mu Lieutenant, let's go to Jiuwei Pavilion first."

Boss Huo

He Tingge was taken aback for a moment, and after trying to understand what it meant, his face changed: "Is Boss Huo a man? The one who sings Yu Ji?"

"En." Fu Qingcheng nodded, and then said to Mu Lan: "Mu Lieutenant, let's go to Jiuwei Pavilion first."

Mu Lan seems to be absent-minded, Fu