Although it’s the first time today to stare at her true face, such a tall and gentle woman, even if her appearance is better than that of Yang Xiuya, Xue Qiyuan has her own advantages. Coupled with her natural sound of nature, Yang Can believes Yan Shangxi was born to be the kind of person who stood on the stage with radiance.
But it's just that such a collection of so many enviable beauties and one body will actually stutter
Yan Shangxi lowered his head and remained silent. Although he was unwilling, he still acquiesced. Yang Can finally realized the reason why Yan Shangxi has been so mysterious and low-key. Now this society has unprecedented attention as a celebrity. If Yan Shangxi goes to the public In front, under the spotlight, everyone will know that she is stuttering...
Anyone who has studied psychology knows that a person who has a physical defect since childhood will often be affected by this defect throughout his life. Even a slightly fatter person will be called a "fat pig" or "dead". "Fatty", adults will feel disgusted even if they hear the word scolding others, let alone stuttering that often makes people laugh at the "bad" sickness.
Yang Can didn’t need to read minds at all to think about how much Yan Shangxi’s family had spent since childhood to treat her "problem", and what a heavy psychological burden she had accumulated in her heart, so even though she had such a good voice, Still can't face the public with a true face.
Yang Can was stunned for about a minute before he was happy to return to his senses. He looked at Yan Shangxi’s helpless expression and laughed: "It seems that you really like singing. You are so scared to talk and you became a singer. I really admire you."
Yan Shangxi frowned slightly, and did not accept Yang Can's compliment but went to the cart door: "No... you don't need to coax me..."
"Hum..." The black sedan stopped in front of them, and several men got off the car. Among them, a middle-aged man with a righteous and awe-inspiring facial features looked at Yan Shangxi who got out of the Hummer in surprise.
"Sister!? Why are you back..." Surprisedly, the young people from behind also followed and shouted happily: "Senior Sister..." Zai Yan Shangxi surrounded him.
"Big Brother..." Yan Shangxi said hello in confusion, apparently caught off guard.
Didn't find the wrong place, Yang Can jumped from the Hummer and walked to Yan Shangxi's side.
"This one is?" The middle-aged man named Big Brother was so popular, he asked suspiciously.
"Yang Can..." In front of so many people, Yan Shangxi spoke very shortly. He wanted to say that she met Yang Can the first day, but he didn't want to say a whole sentence in front of everyone.
"Hello Mr. Yang, I'm Shang Xi's eldest brother, Yan Xiongkuan. This is really rare. It's the first time I saw my younger sister in another man's car."
Yan Xiongkuan shook his hand firmly with Yang Can with a thick palm, and Yang Can smiled, "I often hear Shangxi mention you." He said and blinked at Yan Shangxi, who was looking at him angrily, clearly taking her. Couldn't speak much, and didn't give her a chance to explain.
"Let's go, I'm talking about moving into the room." Yan Xiongkuan's face with Chinese characters smiled openly. I don't know how happy it was to see the little girl who had fallen out with her home for the first time in years.
Yan Shangxi originally wanted to explain something, but Yang Can took her by the arm and pulled her away affectionately, while leaning in her ear to persuade:
"Little mute, now it’s hard to ride a tiger. Let’s adapt. Is it possible for me to explain that you came back temporarily because you sang in a bar and were disturbed by others? Old man Yan heard that he was afraid that high blood pressure would happen, and you didn’t want him. Are you angry?"
"Why are you...?" Yan Shangxi's gentle face was shocked. He didn't understand how Yang Can knew the situation in her home. Looking at Yang Can's smiling face, he thought that his words really made sense, and he stopped resisting and obeyed and followed him. .
What kind of person is Yang Can? He is a professionally trained special soldier in Lao K. He has a keen observation ability that is far beyond that of others. This old-fashioned courtyard is located in the center of the city. The area is so huge but has not been demolished, and its appearance is simple and elegant. Obviously there are traces of former dignitaries, and there is no nouveau riche-style luxury at all. The people living in it are naturally rich and noble, and the identity is definitely not as simple as that of ordinary businessmen.
Just now in contact with Yan Xiongkuan, Yang Can also found that their steps are abnormally steady, their breathing is deep and slow, and there is a sense of range between their gestures. Eight achievements have been strictly trained in traditional martial arts since they were young.
And the energy of their consciousness that Yang Can cares more about exceeds 260, even that guy who looks like seventeen or eighteen years old is no exception. Yang Can especially observes their walking posture, and the height of their feet is obviously higher. For ordinary people, Yan Xiongkuan was still used to dusting his body with his hands when getting out of the car. That action was exactly the manner of a Beijing opera martial artist, and Yang Can probably guessed their profession.
The famous actor who sings Beijing opera in Beijing can be said to be Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger, but the surname Yan is indeed very few, and there is a red "color" in this quaint mansion, which has reached an astonishing 698... Yang Can is completely certain. Now, this house lives in the old house of Yan Huisheng, a Peking opera master who is as famous as Mei Lanfang in the four famous Peking operas.
And that eight achievement with 698 amazing red "color" consciousness energy is Yan Huisheng's second son, and the leader of the Yan school in Peking Opera, Mr. Yan Shangyun. The corner of Yang Can's mouth is slightly raised, it is quite a coincidence that it is something in the world.
After walking along the courtyard wall for two minutes, I walked to the courtyard gate. The gate opened as if entering another world. It was like walking into a costume drama from a modern city in an instant. A row of children and young people in the courtyard were practicing. Basic skills such as splitting and topping the bowl. On the other side of the corner, a few people in costumes babbled their throats. There were a few big willow trees planted in the yard, swaying in the wind, looking very elegant.
The appearance of Yan Shangxi attracted a lot of attention. Several middle-aged men and women in costumes all came over to say hello: "Little sister..." "Senior sister..." From time to time, she looked curiously at the compound in a suit, especially in the courtyard. The abrupt Yang Can.
Under the leadership of Yan Xiongkuan, Yang Can walked to the back room with Yan Shangxi, and an old white-haired "woman" came out with tea.
"Mr. Yang laughed. We are used to being more traditional here. There is no coffee or the like." Yan Xiong said with a smile: "This mansion is filled with apprentices from my old man who live in this house. I usually practice drama here without performing. It's a bit troublesome, don't you mind."
Yang Can smiled and took the tea cup and handed it to Yan Shangxi in a low voice: "Little mute, don't play your temper. Now that you are here, take a good look at your grandfather. Don't you always want to come back to see him?"
Yan Shangxi glared at him softly, as if saying, "Don't think you know me well." But Yang Can seemed to know her thoughts.
"San Po, is the old man still in the house?" Yan Xiongkuan asked the old "woman".
"Well, let's sit down first." The third wife stared at Yang Can's face with a smile on her old face like a bark.
Yan Xiong smiled and said, "Who is here today?"
The third wife said, "Lao Qian from the State Council, Mr. Wei Song, and later a young man named Li Yundi also came, as if they were discussing things about going to Europe to perform."
"I see." Yan Xiongkuan turned his head and said to Yan Shangxi, "Little girl, let's wait a while."
Yang Can changed his slippers and looked around. Because of his work, he had never seen a high-ranking official’s home, but he had never seen such a luxurious room. Of course, the luxury here does not mean how modern or high-tech. It was the furnishings of this old house. Yang Can glanced at it. A wood sculpture, a vase, and even the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the counter all had their own consciousness energy, and they were quite high.
Yang Can, a layman, doesn’t know how to appreciate these things, but a rough estimate is that the conscious energy of this level can be added at will, the things in this room can cost tens of millions of yuan...
Taking advantage of this moment, Yan Xiongkuan began to tentatively ask about the relationship between Yang Can and his younger sister. Yan Shangxi was suffering from not being able to express it, but Yang Can pretended to be humble and replied somewhat ambiguously: "Friend."
This fascinating answer made Yan Xiongkuan both happy and dissatisfied. I was so happy that the little girl who has never liked dealing with people turned out to be open. She had a boyfriend. It was Yang Can who was dissatisfied. She doesn't look good enough to match his little sister.
Yan Shangxi was afraid that Yang Can would shake things up today and make her family unhappy and did not draw a line on the spot. She has never come back since she fell out with her family three years ago, but she has been thinking about her family, especially The grandfather, who was harsh and extremely loving to her, carried a sense of guilt and self-blame.
Yan Shangyun has been looking forward to her becoming a famous dancer since she was a child. She has worked hard to cultivate her, but she has a musical dream and wants to be a pop singer. In the conflict between her dream and reality, she chose her dream, but now she remembers Grandpa looked at him with a cold face that day and said with a frustrated expression: "Go out, don't come back." The picture was very uneasy, and he didn't want to worry about Yang Can running the train with his mouth full.
While chatting, I heard someone shouting outside: "How about the old man...?" Yang Can turned his head and looked around, and saw a very fashionable jacket with a small bag under his arm and hair blowing. The slick 30-year-old man rushed in, looking very anxious, picking up the teapot on the table and pouring it into his mouth regardless of the situation.
"Second, what does it look like!? Didn't you see any guests there?" Yan Xiongkuan was very unhappy and patted the table. The oil-headed man turned his head and said to Yan Xiongkuan without looking behind him at all.
"Brother, this is really a big project. You must persuade the old man to perform. Boss Ma said... On his birthday, as long as the old man leads the team to sing, he will give half a million...! Half a million... We can’t make a profit for three months... This time we must let the old man appear. There are many rich bosses in Boss Ma’s show. Our troupe can make a lot of money by doing this kind of project in the future..."
"Looking" at the dance studio, turned his head and glanced behind him, then opened his mouth in surprise, stammering: "Little girl... my god... Little girl, you're back..." excitedly Holding Yan Shangxi is kissing and hugging, as if for a child.
"Mr. Yang, this is my second brother Yan Wanmin. Our theater company is responsible for the business." Yan Xiongkuan looked a little embarrassed, and introduced them to Yang Can.
"Who is he!? Little sister's boyfriend!? Isn't it? Little sister, your eyes are okay, you should at least find a young boss or something, this person... Next time your second brother will introduce you..." Yan Wanmin stared at Yang Can with disdain, but Yang Can was not angry at all, not even a trace of unhappy expression was revealed.
Yan Xiongkuan nodded secretly, and the impression of Yang Can in his heart also improved a lot. At least this person has a very good cultivation and has the style of a general.
He certainly doesn’t know that Yang Can, a spiritual expert who is well versed in mind-reading, sees things from an extremely different perspective from ordinary people. Others will think that Yan Wanmin is very rude, rude, and even a little snobbish from the conversation just now. But Chan discovered Yan Wanmin's concern for his family and even his younger sister behind the surface.
Many people think that people with little education don't know how to get along. In fact, in psychology, people with lower education are better at expressing their concerns than those with higher education, but their methods are more intense.
While the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, I saw a few men coming out of the back room, turning around to talk to someone from time to time. Yang Can recognized the very famous pianist Li Yundi, who looked thinner than on TV and was more energetic. Many, and the two men next to him are also extraordinary. The Wei Song and Yang Can also have some impressions, as if they have seen it on some previous occasions. It is the first bel canto tenor in China.
The last man who came out was a medium-sized, red-faced old man. He seemed to be well maintained, full of energy, steady and strong, but he was wearing an apron on his belly, which seemed nondescript. It's more cordial.
Yang Can noticed that when Mr. Yan came out, whether it was the calm Yan Xiongkuan or the Yan Wanmin who was yelling loudly just now, he immediately calmed down, and there was a seemingly fearless look in his eyes, not to mention the gentle Yan Shangxi. Now, she didn't even dare to lift her head, and buried it deeply in her chest.
Mr. Qian of the State Council, the first tenor Wei Song, and the pianist Li Yundi all just nodded slightly at them, and did not stay much longer.
"Old man, little girl is back." Yan Xiongkuan stepped forward and whispered.
"Well, I have heard it." Old man Yan did not furious as everyone expected. He just smiled gently and walked to Yang Can's side and shook hands with him: "Comrade Xiao Yang, I didn't expect to meet you here. We are really destined."
In the horrified eyes of the Yan family's three brothers and sisters, Yang Can nodded slightly and smiled: "It's been a long time since I saw Master Yan."
"Old man, how do you know this surname Yang? Did he abduct the younger sister!?" Yan Wanmin stared at Yang Can suspiciously, and asked bitterly.
"Do you remember that I went to Australia to perform for the local Chinese the year before and encountered a flood, and Comrade Xiao Yang saved my old bone." The old man Yan said with a full face, and the three brothers and sisters of the Yan family looked at Yang Can in surprise at the same time. , Was he the last time he rescued the old man? Didn't it mean that he was an officer!
"Grandpa..." Yan Shangxi stepped forward to greet him with a complex expression. Grandpa Yan just nodded, but waved to Yang Can: "Xiao Yang, come and help me."
Watching Yang Can follow the old man into the kitchen of the back room, Yan Wanmin "plugged" his waist and asked with some doubts: "Big brother, who is this kid? The army? How do I think he is not dressed up like this? The old man is too kind to him, right?"
Yan Xiongkuan looked at him and sighed a little helplessly: "You don't know him? Do you remember the last time you asked Nanchu Satellite TV to find a red envelope through Lao Zhang's way, do you want them to interview us on that show? Isn't it Yang Can, the top leader of Nanchu Satellite TV."
Yan Wanmin was stunned when he heard that, and looked back at the little girl to see her nodding, and then he slapped his thigh fiercely:
"Mother...? Why didn't you tell him that it was Mr. Yang from Nanchu earlier? He is the life-saving straw of our Yan school... Do you know how popular his TV station is now? How many artists and singers are in our country? I begged him with a shy face and wanted to be on their stage. Just now, my mother... I should fight... Offend the God of Wealth!"
Yan Wanmin said that he was so regretful that he wanted to draw his face, but he looked at Yan Shangxi's eyes, but laughed all of a sudden: "It's okay, it's okay... From now on, it will be our brother-in-law... My own person, it's good to discuss... OK Discuss..."
"Normal... Friend." Yan Shangxi finally couldn't help it, trying hard to defend, but his gentle and a little flushed face was easy to misunderstand.
Yan Shangyun changed the meat into a ball shape on the chopping board, dipped it in red glutinous rice powder and fry it, topped it with dense sauce and minced garlic, stir-fry it, mix well and put it on a plate, and said to Yang Can with a smile.
"Shangxi, this kid has been smart since he was a child. It was God who gave food to him. He has a very good voice. It has been nearly a hundred years since the generation of our Yan Pai from my father's generation. In Beijing, we know our Yan family's Huadan, Daomadan is. It’s a must, Mei Pie can’t compare... I put all my hopes on her."
No wonder Yan Shangxi’s conditions are so good. It turns out that he was professionally trained when he was a child. Although it is not pop music, the foundation in opera is much more stringent than those of music academies. The foundation of a half-way renunciation is much better than ordinary people. Yang Can knows that the old man misunderstood him. The relationship with Yan Shangxi, I’m afraid I thought that the two would have a life-long relationship. I originally wanted to explain it, but after another thought, if I don’t care about Yan Shangxi, I’m afraid that she will be left behind by the Yan family today. He inherited the ancestral industry to sing, but his loss.
"Master Yan, I think that in fact Shangxi does not sing or not, it has no direct relationship with the rise and fall of the Yan school." Yang Can took the topic easily.
"What do you say?" Yan Shangyun turned his head to look at him, his eyes suddenly opened with a smile, and a strong pressure spread from his body, Yang Can also felt a shock in his heart.
"I think your troupe has a large number of people and is of considerable scale, but there are not too many opportunities to perform, right?" Yang Can asked, watching the actors outside the window.
"There are five large-scale performances a year, plus the state subsidy, I still have to use my personal savings to make up for it." Old man Yan has nothing to hide. Although he and Yang Can are only one side, they have gone through life and death. , It can be regarded as simple and profound, and there is no need to detour.
"Mei, Cheng, and Shang's three factions, except for Mr. Mei Baojiu, the situation of the other two factions is similar to that of Master Yan, right?" Yang Can asked.
"Not much difference..." Yan Shangyun probably had guessed what Yang Can wanted to say, and continued to listen.
"In this case, even if Yan Shangxi can be alone, how far can she sing? Can she compare to you?" Yang Can continued to ask with a smile.
"After ten to fifteen years, maybe..." Yan Shangyun estimated such a figure after thinking about it.
"Haha..." Yang Can smiled as he put the dishes on the plate: "The plum pie is still the plum pie, you still can't win Mei Baojiu." Seeing Yan Shangyun's eyebrows trembled, his eyes faintly angered, Yang Can knew This old man has been brought into the rhythm he wants, and immediately went on to say:
"Even if Mei Lanfang was resurrected at the time of the four famous Dan...? It was just a popular Beijing city, at most one China, how many people can listen to the opera, 10 million? Or 30 million?" Yang Can suddenly stretched out a finger:
"But if you give me one year, up to three years, I will be able to make Yan Shangxi famous internationally, let the Americans know Yan Shangxi's name, and Europeans know that hundreds of millions of people will bow to her singing, and Yan The name "Pai" can also follow Yan Shangxi's signboard to let more people know it, and I will still have a 50-year history of Yan Pai."
Yang Can’s voice suddenly brightened, full of vitality, and Yan Shangyun couldn’t help being a little surprised. This was obviously a bit embarrassing, but why did he say it out of his mouth with such a huge appeal? All were slightly tempted.
Although Yan Shangyun's consciousness is extremely high, he does not have the golden "color" consciousness like Wu Bin's. Yang Can has roughly "touched" what the old man is thinking. The most important thing in his heart is to revitalize Peking opera and Yan school. Now every time in the National Theater Italian operas come to tour every month, and they are often full. However, as a traditional Chinese Peking opera performance that also has extremely high artistic value, few people care about it. With the passing of the older generations, the Mesozoic has become the main consumer, and the future of Peking opera has become stronger. It's getting darker and darker, which makes Yan Shangyun sigh.
He also knew that even if Yan Shangxi was able to become a master of the generation as he wanted, he would never be able to turn the tide of Peking Opera's overall decline, but he always had this fluke idea in his heart, a hope, and no one in the family dared to say that he was wrong, and Today, Yang Can’s slammed drink completely shattered his fictional hope for more than ten years and made him wake up like a dream...
"Fifty years... I'm afraid I won't live that long." Yan Shangyun suddenly seemed to be a few years old, but immediately restored that indescribable majesty, and suddenly his eyes were shooting brightly.
Yang Can was slightly astonished and screamed inwardly. He thought that frustrating the old man's fantasy would convince him, but he didn't expect that the old man was awakened by his words. Not only was he not decadent, but the energy of consciousness was one step closer, and it was greatly increased to 738... His stimulus has improved his realm... Is there any mistake?
"Let's go, go out to eat first." Yan Shangyun held the bowl, the mass of consciousness on his head was spinning quickly, Yang Can has gradually lost sight of the words above...