He was not very satisfied with the progress of this study. In three months, he only learned three plays: "Huang Yidao", "Black Whirlwind Li Kui" and "The Stealing of the Royal Horse".

According to Shang Changrong, even according to the current progress, it will take three years at the earliest for him to become a disciple.

"Back."

"elder brother."

Xu Rong entered the door and saw his grandfather and Xu Xing staring at him. He asked with a smile, "What's the matter? We've been out for a few months and we still don't know each other?"

Xiao Zhang's parents have returned to Anshan, and his old father-in-law has not yet reached the age of retirement, and Xiao Zhang's classmate has not persuaded him to stay.

In the first few days when her parents came here, they were a loving mother and a filial daughter, but within ten days they were in a state of complete chaos.

Xu Xing's parents also returned to Gansu with their second grandfather. The reason why they lived in the capital for so long was firstly to arrange Xu Rong's wedding, and secondly to supervise Xu Xing's marriage.

The two young people who came to pay New Year's greetings were all satisfied, except Xu Xing, who was not satisfied.

The old man came back to his senses with a smile and asked: "Have you eaten?"

"Eat, food on the plane."

Xu Xing came closer, looked at Xu Rong curiously, and said, "Brother, I feel like you have changed a lot."

"many?"

"Yeah." Xu Xing nodded vigorously, "He's even more handsome."

"Hahaha."

The old man knew that Xu Rong had gone to study opera, and asked curiously: "How was your study?"

Xu Rong was about to sit down and said, "Then let me say a few words?"

Classmate Xiao Zhang and Xu Xing both looked at it expectantly. They usually didn't go to the theater, but they were quite curious about the results of Xu Rong's study.

Xu Rong cleared his throat and suddenly sang loudly as if he was shocked: "I'm going to give the order and tie him up outside the tent."

"The hero couldn't help but smile."

When the old man heard the word "hero" in the second sentence, his eyes widened in an unusual way. Even Xiao Zhang, who didn't usually go to the theater, stared at Xu Rong in dumbfounded amazement.

Xu Xing was also confused. She didn't pay attention at first, so she didn't hear clearly what words Xu Rong sang, but she could clearly feel the heroic spirit of a hero at his end.

Xu Rong sang "Lock Five Dragons".

This was not learned from Shang Changrong, but from Qiu Shengrong's audio tapes that he listened to in private.

He had an instinctive feeling that this deceased master with a colorful face who was good at singing might not be able to prosper him.

The old man listened and saw that Xu Rong only sang two lines before sitting down and asked, "Why did you stop?"

Xu Rong picked up the water glass and took a sip, and said, "Oh, I just learned Sanyue, and I just learned these two sentences."

The old man had a very strange expression, and finally sighed heavily and said: "It's better not to learn!"

From the old man's expectant and depressed expression, Xu Rong had a certain degree of confidence in his own level.

When he was in the Magic City, he had only one comparison object, Shang Changrong. No matter how he compared him, he never felt superior.

But from Grandpa's expression and tone, he felt that his singing should be pretty good.

However, he did not dare to overestimate himself. Shang Changrong had told him many times that he would be at least three years away from becoming a teacher and he must not sing in front of outsiders now.

It would be embarrassing.

The next day, Xu Rong reported to the hospital. As soon as he followed Ren Ming into the rehearsal hall, he heard Zheng Rong and He Jiping discussing something intensely.

"Grandpa Zheng, Grandpa Lan, and Uncle Zhu, are you here so early?"

The moment Xu Rong walked in, Lan Tianye and Zhu Xu, who were squatting in the corner silently, noticed him, but they just nodded without even showing a smile.

It's almost time to rehearse, but I still forget my lyrics.

"Hey, are you back?"

Zheng Rong glanced at Zhu Xu, who was wearing a beige button-up cardigan, and Lan Tianye, who was wearing a black and white plaid shirt: "The two of them said they were going to eat together early in the morning, but it was a good thing that Xiaolong pulled them over directly."

Xu Rong looked at the middle-aged man not far away who was called "Little Dragon" by Mr. Zheng but was indifferent. He smiled at him but said nothing.

Zhu Xiaolong is the son of Uncle Zhu Xu. Like his younger brother, he was also born deaf. According to Uncle Zhu Xu, it was because he drank too much when he was young.

This is also the reason why Xu Rong has been afraid to drink recently.

He chuckled, nodded to He Jiping next to him, and said, "Hello, Teacher He, what are you talking about?"

"You came just in time. I was discussing with Xiao He whether we could slightly change Jin Zhenshan's words. I already said that I would not change the sentence structure, but she just didn't agree."

Ren Ming frowned and flipped through the notes carefully without saying a word.

Lan Tianye and Zhu Xu raised their eyebrows, but still stared at the script in their hands.

The others had different expressions, but they all subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

He Jiping smiled bitterly. Hearing Zheng Rong's habitual complaints, she looked at Xu Rong curiously and asked: "You are the director, do you think it should be changed?"

The smile on Xu Rong's face froze. He didn't expect that as soon as he entered the door, a hot potato hit him in the face.

"Script, script, the foundation of a play." Xu Rong came up and pointed out the banner of being absolutely correct. This is Zhang Heping's habit. If he doesn't know how to answer, he will not answer or say something that is not wrong, and change the topic.

Give yourself some space to think.

"Like other elderly people in nursing homes and thousands of elderly people in China, Jin Zhenshan is an ordinary but extraordinary old man."

Xu Rong said an ambiguous nonsense again, and some thoughts slowly emerged in his mind, saying: "He is an old Red Army man who has contributed to our country and nation and has shed blood. An old revolutionary cadre is also a part of Chinese society.

, they have the right to speak in the world they conquered."

Ren Ming, who had been paying attention to this side but never interfered, slowly turned his head. If there weren't too many people, he would have wanted to give Xu Rong a thumbs up.

This reason is really incredible.
Chapter completed!