Shuang Qi

Just when Jiang Qifeng was about to beat up the bear boy in a panic, the old tune came out again from his mobile phone.

This time it is "The Ugly End and the Beginning of Yin".

Xu Zhaolan looked at him jokingly: "Brother, don't you have a single piece of pop music in your phone? Brother Yang is not as old-fashioned as you in his forties."

Jiang Qifeng didn't have time to chat and laugh with him. He looked down at the flashing call reminder on the screen showing Zhang Xiuming's number note. He stood up reflexively before answering.

Zhang Xiuming's voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone was so flat that one couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

"You deliberately?"

He didn't bluntly point out what it was, but Jiang Qifeng knew it well-it was about Dongcheng Tea House.

Looking around, the backstage is not the place to talk. He concealed the microphone, walked out of the courtyard quickly, found a quiet corner, and said frankly: "Hey, Master, it was indeed designed by me."

"Break into life, hit the stage, grab the show, grab the hall." Zhang Xiuming calmly counted Jiang Qifeng's various "brilliant deeds" recently, and then suddenly sneered. "You really have a big appetite."

"No, don't tell me, master, you are trying to embarrass me..." Hearing this tone, Jiang Qifeng felt uneasy for no reason, and his tongue almost tied up when he opened his mouth.

"You still know how to be shy! Why don't you feel ashamed when you do this kind of thing, ah?" Zhang Xiuming shouted, his voice was more than twice as loud as before.

Jiang Qifeng was trained to cry bitterly from the bottom of his heart, but he still had to reply honestly: "Don't be angry, Tang Chong'an did these things a lot in his early years, I just want to retaliate with an eye for an eye."

He still remembered that Qulan Society grew up under the crowd of Dongcheng Tea House in its early years.It's just that some people can be tempered into steel, while others can be crushed with one blow.

Jiang Qifeng thought to himself, if it wasn't for the disgraceful prying of corners, he would have to hollow out Dongcheng to teach Boss Tang what "Feng Shui turns".

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and Zhang Xiuming was so angry at this unlucky apprentice that he hadn't seen him for a long time.

"Jiang Qifeng, if you say this in front of me, I will make you afraid to go on stage for three days."

As soon as Master called him by name and surname, Jiang Qifeng's back felt chills, and he immediately shut up and dared not speak nonsense.

Zhang Xiuming warned him in a deep voice: "It's about the same for you to smash so many jobs for others, so restrain yourself. Leave some leeway for others and yourself."

Jiang Qifeng quickly agreed: "Okay, I will listen to you."

-

At noon in mid-December, a lot of men, women and children gathered outside the gate of Capital No. [-] Opera School.Among this group of people, the black commercial vehicle parked on the left side of the main entrance is the most conspicuous.

The car stopped at the door early this morning, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy jumped out of the car with a canvas bag on his shoulders, with joy written all over his face.

After the boys entered the campus, the car door was closed, and the car windows were pasted with dark film. From the outside, it was impossible to see who was sitting inside, but there were quite a few of them.

"You said he couldn't really sing "Warm Hands" to people? "Xu Zhaolan couldn't hold back his anxiety, turned around and asked Jiang Qifeng.

"If he really has such a thick skin, you still worry that he won't be able to make it to the stage?" Jiang Qifeng shrugged as he said, and continued to swipe his phone as if it had nothing to do with him.

Wen Qiyu was also holding the phone, but the screen was always on, but he couldn't see anything. "I can be considered to understand how my parents sent me to take the college entrance examination."

Several people present who had never taken the college entrance examination gave him a look almost at the same time, letting him understand.

Wen Qiyu swallowed, and changed the subject tactfully. "Brother, your brother is going to the examination room, are you not worried at all?"

Jiang Qifeng's face remained unchanged: "Worrying about him is better than worrying about Dazhu and Xiaozhu. They are assisting in Baiquyuan for the first time, and it is our master who will take over the scene, tsk tsk."

Wen Qiyu closed his mouth and lowered his head, pretending not to see the chat window with Xie Yan on his phone screen.

More than 100 kilometers away, the background of Tianjin Baiqu Garden.The brothers from the Zhu family sneezed at the same time, they were slightly startled, and then looked at each other.

"Hey, there is quite a tacit understanding." Zhang Xiuming came in at some point, and was standing not far from the two with an empty tea mug at the moment. Hearing the two overlapping sounds, he couldn't help but tease them.

I don't know if the effect of intergenerational parenting also exists in the relationship between teachers and students. When Zhang Xiuming talked to the brothers of the Zhu family, he had a kind face and a very gentle tone, not as serious as when he reprimanded Jiang Qifeng.

But the brothers of the Zhu family knew the etiquette. When they saw Zhang Xiuming's figure when they turned around, they immediately stood up and called out respectfully, "Master."

Zhu Wenli reacted faster than his elder brother, just saying hello was not enough, he found the teapot was empty at a glance, and hurried forward to take the teacup and help pour the freshly brewed hot tea.

Some emotional changes cannot be concealed. For example, Zhang Xiuming's eyes are obviously full of relief now. Anyone can see that he is extremely satisfied with the two disciples and grandchildren in front of him.

"I saw you two's performance yesterday, and the style has changed a lot, which surprised me a bit."

What Zhang Xiuming said has changed a lot, which is naturally compared with their talent show last year.

The two brothers did not expect that the topic would suddenly change to business, and they were stunned for a moment. Zhu Wenwu was the first to come back to his senses, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, and said: "The program yesterday was actually written by Master. He said that we are the same age. Wei Wei shouldn’t be in a hurry to decide on a style, but try more.”

Zhu Wenli then added: "Don't be like him before."

As soon as the words fell, he received two completely different eyes, one puzzled and one reproached.

He felt that what he said was ambiguous, and hurriedly explained: "No, no, this is what the master said!"

Not only did the two eyes not fade away, but they became even more anxious.

"Uh..." Zhu Wenli's text became darker and darker, and she simply chose to shut up.

While Zhu Wenwu felt a headache because of his unrestrained speech, he also noticed the change in Zhang Xiuming's expression.

The deep doubt in Cai Tan's eyes dimmed somehow, and turned into some kind of indescribable emotion, like helplessness, like loss, and like emotion.

But all these changes are extremely subtle, if Zhu Wenwu hadn't been careful, he probably wouldn't have discovered it.

He wanted to say something to make things right.

Before he could speak, Zhang Xiuming's face returned to calm, as still as still water.

He said: "It's true, you are still young, you should try more and be brave."

-

Nearly three hours later, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The gate of the drama school opened several times, and every time it opened, a group of students who had passed the exam came out.

The number of people was careful. When the school gate No.20 opened three times, the boy with the canvas bag came out, and the commercial vehicle that had been parked by the school gate for nearly half a day also opened the door again. person's appearance.

"That person looks familiar, have I seen it somewhere?"

"It's the one from Shuangqi Club!"

"Jiang Qifeng!"

"Why is Jiang Qifeng here? Is he also here to take the exam? When did he have a child!"

……

At this time, there were candidates outside the door who had just finished interviewing for cross talk performances. Seeing this situation, they immediately exploded.

Who in this industry doesn't know Jiang Qifeng?Especially in the last half month, there have been more and more rumors about Jiang Qifeng on "Jianghu".

Not only did he steal Tang Chongan's TV show, but he also held four performances at the same time as Dongcheng, and the venues were all chosen next to each other.

What is this called?

The head is iron, and the fist is even ironer.Bold, more capable.

Regardless of how many new speculations were added to the Shuangqi Society outside, Jiang Hua felt a little weird when she got in the car.He threw the cloth bag to the back seat, turned his head back and collapsed on the seat.

"How did you do in the exam?" Jiang Qifeng asked with his eyes fixed on him.

Jiang Hua frowned, a little unhappy. "How can someone ask someone how they did after the exam?"

Jiang Qifeng didn't know what kind of crazy he was smoking again, and asked instead: "What else can I ask if I don't ask this after the exam? Have you eaten enough in the morning?"

After being silent for a while, Jiang Hua finally couldn't help but rolled her eyes at him.

"What you said is really inhuman."

Jiang Qifeng clenched his fists, he guessed that he could hardly hold back the throbbing veins on his forehead.

"Okay, I shouldn't be doing personnel affairs today, and I shouldn't be mobilizing people to wait for your kid to go to the examination room."

"Hmph, I haven't seen anyone sending the exam with such an atmosphere." Jiang Hua snorted, turned her face away and ignored him.

It stands to reason that after the exam, the atmosphere should be happy and happy, full of warmth and care, what is going on now?

Xu Zhaolan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, pushed Jiang Qifeng aside, stretched his neck and approached Jiang Hua with a smile and asked, "My dear apprentice, tell me quietly, is it a surprise or a fright?"

Jiang Hua reluctantly looked back at him, thought for a moment before saying, "I don't know, anyway, I think the performance ahead is okay."

Xu Zhaolan got to the bottom of it and asked, "Is there anything wrong with it?"

Jiang Hua said frankly: "I forgot the last paragraph of the lyrics of the test Taiping, and then I chatted with the examiner teacher very well."

Forget the words, chat very congenial.

How are these two irreconcilable events magically linked together?

Not only Xu Zhaolan, but Jiang Qifeng, Wen Qiyu and Qin Jinrui beside him had many question marks.

Jiang Hua noticed that they had a lot of doubts, so she generously explained: "I told the teacher that I forgot the lyrics, and the teacher asked me if I have any other specialties, and I said I can play the guitar."

As soon as he said this, Jiang Qifeng's brows were already knitted together.Jiang Hua only brought a small cloth bag today, which contained allegro mikoban and some daily necessities. Anyway, she must have not carried a guitar in it.

Is it possible...

"There are still guitars for you to play in the cross talk examination room these days?"

"I haven't finished yet!" Jiang Hua didn't even bother to dwell on the word "play", what he was most dissatisfied with was that Jiang Qifeng interrupted him. "Then, I told the teacher about my music dream from junior high school to high school!"

For some reason, Jiang Qifeng had a strong premonition that the outcome of this matter should probably be out of their control.