Chapter 007: Su San left Hongtong County

Over there at the counter, Wu Maocai, who usually has little presence, and is the middle-aged man referred to as "Wu Bo" by Yi Yi, has somehow already stood up behind the counter.

"Then we can't not dance, right? If we don't dance, won't the chances of being selected be very low, very low? Unless you really sing exceptionally well, I think there is hope." Peng Xueyuan scratched his head

Tang Wenfei's parents are unreliable, yet they are willing to spend money on their child's development Tang Wenfei started learning Latin dance in elementary school and even won the championship in the children's group at the city level in the past After entering middle school, she practiced less, but her foundation remains strong She also plays the guzheng very well

The elderly gentleman, Li Dade, dressed in a faded yellow shirt, was as explosive as a powder keg, igniting at the slightest provocation. He slammed the mahjong tiles on the table, refusing to reason with Old Fu: "Why should I be afraid to play? The bold thrive, while the timid starve!"

A portion of the second floor is designated as a living area, which has been renovated for the teahouse "manager" Wu Maocai and his wife to reside in. Additionally, two private rooms have been combined by Yang Han to create his own office—though, in essence, it is rarely utilized, as Yang Han primarily comes over to chat with those elderly gentlemen downstairs

Although this is merely a corner park squeezed out in the urban space, nestled beside the small Huanshui Lake, the bright and warm summer sunlight pours down, illuminating the lush trees and dense shrubs that shine with vibrant green... Clusters of pink, purple, and off-white flowers also reflect their vivid colors in the lake's waters...

However, due to Teacher Cai's guidance, Yang Ruoyi not only learned to breathe simply but also had her interest in singing thoroughly ignited

The patrons who frequent the teahouse are mostly regulars, and Yang Han is quite familiar with them, greeting them all the way here

Su San left Hongtong County and arrived in front of the Dazha (Street)

"In my office? Let them play, it's a rare summer vacation." Yang Han nodded with a smile.

This sound made Yang Ruoyi shiver all over, for she saw from the railing of the stairs that the person singing was none other than her father

Of course, there are exceptions; by the lakeside, there is a table where two irritable old gentlemen are building a Great Wall while grumbling and cursing.

Just like the name suggests, although there are quite a few elderly gentlemen with white hair or bald heads playing mahjong in the teahouse, the noise is not loud. Each of them lazily pushes out the mahjong tiles, resembling their current elderly life of being desireless and uncompetitive.

As soon as Yang Ruoyi stepped onto the stairs, she heard a sharp yet melodious voice begin to sing

The sound of "Good!" suddenly resonated throughout the entire teahouse, with nearly every elder clapping their hands.

In the Huaxi Lake, beautiful goldfish are swimming in groups, chasing after the fallen flower petals. Beside Huaxi Lake, three youths in the prime of their blooming years are also running after one another, their cheerful and light laughter drifting through the air filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers

Two old men were arguing fiercely, yet the others were unfazed, showing no interest in mediating. After all, they were accustomed to this kind of discord, and their verbal sparring had long since become a daily routine

I would like to sing "Flying Towards Happiness" by Lü Miaoling, while Feifei is singing "Suffering" by Lu Yuning. Yang Ruoyi handed over her soft lambskin notebook, on which the two song titles were neatly written in elegant small characters.

I will go take a look! Yang Ruoyi placed the computer on the sofa and hurriedly ran out

He seemed to be surrounded by stars like the moon, being gazed at with admiration by the old gentlemen in the teahouse—almost as if the allure of mahjong had faded. These elderly gentlemen sat happily in their chairs, turning around to listen to Yang Han sing the opera.

That's quite interesting

"Alright then! Peng Peng, please help me find a choreographer, Fei Fei..." Yang Ruoyi understood that if she wanted to achieve results and gain her father's approval, she would have to put in two hundred percent effort. Therefore, she steeled herself and resolutely said, "You teach me to dance, and I will definitely practice it this week!"

"Just say that Su San has met her end, in the next life I shall transform into a dog or horse, and I will repay..." This is a brief yet classic excerpt from Peking opera.

No, it should be said that the person singing Peking opera in falsetto is my own father

You are too slow, I am still carrying my computer!

The sound of mahjong tiles clashing in the front is not that noticeable, as everyone has become accustomed to it. However, the mingling of loud chatter and cheers now seems somewhat abrupt

Yang Ruoyi looked at the excitement and flush of emotion radiating from their aged faces, along with the heartfelt smiles that adorned them, and she felt an inexplicable shock within her heart

Seeing that both of her good friends were earnestly persuading her, Yang Ruoyi also began to hesitate

While the three little ones upstairs were passionately discussing choreography, Yang Han, wearing a somewhat cowboy-styled straw hat, leisurely arrived at the teahouse under the blazing summer sun

However, once Yang Han arrived at the teahouse, she had no opportunity to relax.

"Good, good!" Kang Bo was also grinning widely, laughing like a child

If it weren't for you getting into a confrontation with Old Liu, the next round would have been my self-draw

What are the requirements for the audition of "The Birth of Girl Groups"? I think it should involve both singing and dancing, right? Are you just going to sing?" Peng Xueyuan took the notebook and adjusted his glasses, asking with a puzzled expression.

Yang Ruoyi and her friends, stepping on the scattered sunlight, ran into the teahouse opened by her family by the lakeside

Uncle Jianyi, how is your luck today

His voice is not particularly suited for high notes, and he can only rely on techniques to produce falsetto to get by. Therefore, after singing for a while, he still needs to take a break to rest his voice

That kid Wu Maocai is useless, he has no principles and only knows how to muddle through. Fu Taining waved his hand, dismissing Yang Ruoyi. He argued with Li Dade for a couple more rounds, and when the recently winning Lao Liu rolled the dice, they both instinctively fell silent and continued to engage in the next round of "battle".

In fact, Yang Ruoyi had seen such a scene before, as her father would occasionally accompany these elderly gentlemen who enjoyed Peking opera and Cantonese opera at the teahouse to hum a few tunes

"Kang Bo, are you talking about the lemon passion fruit chicken feet? They are delicious, aren't they? I made them myself, and they are not sold in our tea house. If you want to eat them again, I can make some and bring you a little bit later," Yang Han gently patted the wrinkled back of the other person's hand, speaking in a warm tone as if comforting a child.

Thank you all for your support, let me take a moment to think about what to sing next Yang Han cupped his fists in salute, took the tea that Wu Maocai handed him, set it aside, and said with a smile

"Sing a simple little tune with a touch of Beijing flavor!" Yang Han picked up a folding fan beside her, opened it, and gently waved it as if fanning herself, smiling as she spoke

However, she had never seriously appreciated these traditional dramas before—after all, they were still a bit too profound (antiquated) for a sixteen-year-old girl in her prime.

It seems that way; last year, I could only sing and couldn't even get an A. Tang Wenfei looked at her companions and said gently, "We can practice if we don't know how!"

Yang Ruoyi does come here to do her homework on weekends

Wu Maocai has an unremarkable appearance; he is tall and broad-shouldered, which does not resemble the physique typical of southerners. However, as he picks up the kettle to brew tea for Yang Han, his movements are nimble and steady, creating a stark contrast to his large frame

Of course, Yang Ruoyi is not without her merits; she sings very well

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Yiyi, wait for me!

"Xiao Yang, you must not be biased!" The other elders also began to clamor.

Gentlemen of the past, listen to my words

Yang Ruoyi and her friends came to the tea house primarily because of the pleasant environment, as it is adjacent to a visually appealing park, and it also offers very fast Wi-Fi

Today, I suddenly heard my father singing this passage. His falsetto sounded quite strange, and without any accompaniment, he elongated each word. It should have sounded quite awkward, yet Yang Ruoyi inexplicably found it somewhat pleasant to listen to

Feifei should sing and dance at the same time, please help her find a choreography that has the accompaniment for this song, and see if you can find a more visually appealing one. Yang Ruoyi said with a generous smile, I will pass, I can't dance, I have no foundation, and it's too late to learn now!

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Yang Han certainly declined Teacher Cai's offer, as he still hopes for his daughter to have a simple, joyful, and happy life Therefore, this matter ultimately came to nothing

Therefore, she registered for "The Birth of a Girl Group" together with Tang Wenfei

On the way, an old gentleman with two shiny gold dentures stopped him and said: "Xiao Yang, do you still have those chicken feet you prepared a couple of days ago?"

Good morning, Duke.

When Yang Ruoyi returned with her two friends and squeezed onto the stairs to sneak a look, Yang Han was ready to start singing again, but this time he did not intend to sing traditional Peking opera

"Hehe, Grandpa Fu..." Yang Ruoyi still wanted to sneak up to the second floor of the teahouse with her friends to play, but unexpectedly got caught. She tugged at her clothes, smiling a bit sheepishly, "I don't know what my dad went to do. Didn't he come to the teahouse? Or should I look for Uncle Wu for you?"

"Has Uncle Yang arrived?" Tang Wenfei asked softly, a bit anxiously, as she gently shook Yang Ruoyi's arm.

Moreover, there is one thing that Yang Ruoyi is unaware of. On the second day of the second lunar month, their class's music teacher, Cai Hongzhuo, who had previously graduated from the Shanghai Conservatory of Music, made a special home visit out of appreciation for talent. He suggested to Yang Han that Yang Ruoyi should pursue music and focus her efforts on the art examination in high school

Facing the slowly rotating fan, I took a sip of the lightly flavored Tieguanyin tea, and my body, which had just been heated by the blazing sun, finally felt a hint of coolness. In this summer of Yangcheng, around noon, the sun is increasingly scorching!

The teahouse was converted from a wooden tavern built more than half a century ago. Due to the wooden structure, the sound insulation is certainly not very effective, and the noise from downstairs can faintly be heard upstairs

Just in time, while Yang Han was taking a break, Yang Ruoyi hurried upstairs, her youthful figure swept into the office like the wind: "Peng Peng, quickly grab your phone and come record my dad singing Peking opera!"

Old Guangye, do not smoke so much

This is already a rare breath of fresh air in a big city that resembles a forest of steel

Alright! Tang Wenfei's temperament was somewhat lukewarm, yet she was also influenced by Yang Ruoyi's vibrant smile, and she happily smiled as well

The second floor of the teahouse is relatively spacious, originally designed to serve as private dining rooms for a restaurant. However, Yang Han found it troublesome and did not want the business to thrive, so he left the second floor vacant

"Another one! Another one!" Shun Taining shouted in a raucous manner.

Feifei, hurry up

"Thirty thousand, fifty thousand, you hit three or four, do you still dare to hit forty thousand?" The old gentleman, dressed in a white linen Tang suit and with a few dark brown age spots on his face, is surnamed Fu, named Fu Taining. He is also the Grandpa Fu that Yang Ruoyi mentioned to her father earlier.

In terms of talent, Yang Ruoyi knows that she cannot compare to Feifei

"Yiyi, where is your father? Call him over to settle this!" Fu Taining raised his head and, upon seeing Yang Ruoyi and the others sneaking in, shouted.

"Once Upon a Time, Slowly" is the name on the signboard

Next to the cultural square in Beilang Village is the well-known Huanxi Flower Park

Yang Ruoyi was deeply engrossed in watching a dance video just now, completely oblivious to the sounds from the outside world. It was only when her friend shook her awake that she became aware of the commotion downstairs

Yang Ruoyi knew that her father rarely came to the second floor of the teahouse, which is why she brought her friends over to "stir up some trouble"

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Your voice is very suitable for singing! You also have a talent for grasping the rhythm! This has been affirmed by music teachers.

Yi Yi is upstairs with Fei Fei, Peng Peng, and the others. Wu Mao Cai has finished brewing the tea and turned to Yang Han, who is hanging a cowboy hat on the wall, and said.

Before he could drink a few more sips of tea, the old men such as Fu Taining and Li Dade, upon seeing his figure, began shouting for him to come over and arbitrate the matter

Yang Ruoyi was squatting on the stairs, stealthily peering at her father among the crowd while fiddling with the handrail