After the meal, Qin Dongjun's family settled in the old mansion.

The Qin family's old mansion is spacious enough, enough for their family to have one room per person.

The next day.

Everyone got up early in the morning and had breakfast with the old man.

It is rare to come to the imperial capital, and Qin's father and mother have to go out to visit relatives and friends.

After all, they were all natives of the imperial capital.

The itinerary is relatively rushed, so only the husband and wife can visit separately, and a pair of children naturally have to follow.

Originally, Father Qin planned to take Qin Dongjun to meet with important political and business officials, but when he heard it, he thanked Bumin, and he did not plan to inherit the family business, so why bother to go to that muddy water.

On the contrary, the mother's side plans to visit the former mentor Mr. Lingguang.

Speaking of this Mr. Ling Guang, he is the only remaining leader of the Beijing-Kundan Dan line in the domestic opera industry.

Mei Ruoxue was originally an orphan girl, and by chance, she entered Mr. Ling Guang's door and became a disciple of Liyuan.

After getting the noble man's face, he stepped into the film and television industry, and from a small flower to a drama big Qingyi.

For Peking Opera, Qin Dongjun was very interested.

Think of the many songs in past lives, and the list of them is endless.

But if you really want to rap well, there are not many of them.

Most of them hang hard with their throats between their throats, even if some are talented, fooling those laymen is still okay.

But to the ears of real ticket holders, it is a smile and generosity.

If Qin Dongjun does something, he will find a way to do the best he can.

Now that the opportunity is in front of you, why not give it a try?

The four skills of Liyuan: singing, reading, doing, and fighting.

Qin Dongjun was not greedy enough to learn all of them in a short time, which was unrealistic.

As long as he got this Mr. Ling Guang's guidance on singing, he would be satisfied.

"Mom, I'll go with you to visit Mr. Ling Guang, and let my sister and dad expand their contacts."

As soon as these words came out, Qin Shiting frowned.

"Xiaojun, these are the connections you may need to use in the future, if you don't pave the way now, you will regret it in the future!"

"Dad, you know, I'm not here!"

"Just let my sister accompany you, now the company is thriving under my sister's hands, it can be seen that in the business area, my sister is more talented than me!"

Qin Shiting saw that his son was still so unscrupulous, and he was a little angry.

"If I don't pass this business to you, who else can I pass it on? Your sister and I have our own arrangements, and I don't need your brat to this leisure! It

just so happened that at this time, the old man was just about to go out with a birdcage, and when he saw this scene, he suddenly spoke.

"I see that Dongjun, this kid likes to be a big artist, let him be a big artist!" Why do you have to ask your children to go into business with you and be a businessman covered in copper smells? "

Our old Qin family doesn't lack those three melons and two dates!"

"Dad, you just get used to him!"

"I'm doing it for his own good!"

Old man Qin scoffed when he heard this, and immediately replied, "When you Laozi and I said this to you back then, did you listen to the advice?"

"Or do you admit that you're not messing around well now?"

Qin Shiting was stunned when he heard this, and he really couldn't refute this....

As the saying goes, everything in the world is one thing descending from one thing.

For the father-son relationship that had just eased a lot, Qin Shiting didn't want to easily destroy it anymore.

He has long been less impulsive than when he was younger.

Now that he has a career wife and children, why bother to make the old man angry again?

Qin Shiting had no choice but to leave with Qin Muge first.

Before leaving, Qin Muge also secretly gave a thumbs up to Qin Dongjun.

......

Mei Ruoxue did not dare to say more in front of her father-in-law, for fear of more trouble.

Old man Qin left his youngest son speechless, and he was smug, and when he turned his head and saw his daughter-in-law's trembling look, he sighed in his heart.

Maybe he was too domineering at the beginning.

Wanting to ease the relationship, he whispered to Mei Ruoxue: "Old third daughter-in-law, say hello to Mr. Ling Guang for me." After

that, the old man went to visit his friend with a birdcage.

Mei Ruoxue was surprised that the other party's rare kind attitude was actually released to herself.

It seems that her father-in-law really accepted her from his heart.

Mei Ruoxue turned her head, pointed her finger at Qin Dongjun's forehead, and said helplessly: "You, you can't be less angry with your father!"

Qin Dongjun was unimpressed and chuckled.

If you want him to give up the art avenue, it is impossible.

......

In an age of diverse entertainment life, theatre seems to be increasingly marginalized.

When the older generation is still nostalgic for that famous year, not many people in the new era really like to listen to this.

Opera, lonely.

An unnamed old street in the imperial capital.

When Qin Dongjun's mother and son walked into the large fence lined with shops and crowds, they were greeted by various buildings with staggered heights and miscellaneous banners.

In this area, there are not only traditional Chinese wooden buildings with carved buildings and paintings, but also simple and clear and full of foreign flavor of the Republic of China Fan Xiaolou, and the theater garden is almost all traditional Chinese buildings.

A gold-lettered plaque on the vermilion-lacquered gate hangs high, and the [Zhengyi Temple Theater] is mentioned above.

Entering from the gatehouse, there is a deep passageway about 10 meters long, and through the aisle you can reach the theater.

The interior plan of the theater is a square or rectangular two-story building, with a theater stage on one side, a gallery seat on three sides on the first floor, a pool seat in the middle, stairs at the four corners, and a gallery seat on the second floor.

The audience seats follow the form of tea seats, and there are small boxes on the second floor, showing the layout of pool seats, gallery seats and official seats in the old theater.

Qin Dongjun glanced at it, and the classic pillar-hugging link in front of this old theater stage was quite interesting.

"False images write true feelings, evil and righteousness, try to see the principle of circulation; Today, ancient things are passed down, and the clothes are pink, and the colors are common. "

At this time, the theater garden has not yet officially opened.

So there are only three-three-two opera crews walking around.

One of the young women, seeing that a stranger was visiting, stepped forward and said in a green voice: "Two, the theater has not yet opened today, please come back at a later date!" "

It seems that this is treating them like ticket friends.

Mei Ruoxue looked at the girl in front of her, as if she had seen her former self.

Her expression was in a trance, she was also like the other party, and she devoted herself to learning pear garden.

When he came back to his senses, he said softly to the little junior sister: "My name is Mei Ruoxue, and I came to visit my mentor this time." The

Miaoling woman frowned slightly, as if she was wondering who the other party's mentor was.

"This lady, who is your mentor?"

It has been almost thirty years since Mei Ruoxue left the theater, and it is normal for the little girl in front of her to not recognize her.

Just as she was about to explain, a voice interrupted their conversation.

"Wakayuki?"

I saw a middle-aged woman walking towards them with a surprised expression on her face.

Mei Ruoxue looked back at her, and although the years left marks on the other party's face, she still recognized the other party at a glance.

A smile was like a flower for a moment.

"Senior sister! It's me back! "

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