Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

The young painter didn't dare to look directly at Wen Qian, his ears blushed suspiciously, and he gave a soft "hmm".

Wen Qian lowered her head to look at the painting. The painting was pretty good, but it was not colored: "Can you sell the painting to us?"

Fu Yicheng's lips were pursed into a straight line, even if he went out to play, he couldn't escape the peach blossoms.

"of course can."

Wen Qian took out her mobile phone to pay, and the young painter shook her head: "No, I...can I ask for your contact information?" I didn't expect that this beautiful sister is not only good-looking, but also has such a nice voice. His words are worthless, so how dare you accept the text? Where is Sissy's money?
Wen Qian only thought that the young painter was cute, so she agreed without thinking about it.

Fu Yicheng's face was cold from the moment Wen Qian took over the painting from the artist's hand. Wen Qian poked his arm a few times but he didn't respond, and his pace quickened a bit.

Wen Qian no longer had the bulkiness she had when she was pregnant, and quickly caught up with Fu Yicheng, using her own weight to drag Fu Yicheng, preventing him from walking fast: "What's wrong?"

I suddenly became angry. Could it be that the painting is not good-looking?

"Have you ever met anyone who gives contact information so casually?"

Wen Qian understood, it turned out that Fu Yicheng was angry with this: "He sent me a painting for free, and all I left was WeChat. If you don't like it, I can ignore her."

Wen Qian has figured out Fu Yicheng's temper, so she naturally knows how to coax him.

After hearing this, Fu Yicheng instantly turned from cloudy to sunny.

Wen Qian picked up the drawing paper and looked at it, then at Fu Yicheng: "The drawing is quite similar, I didn't expect you to be quite photogenic."

Fu Yicheng's mood improved: "There are quite a lot of artists in Jiangnan."

"I'm going to find a store to frame this painting and hang it at home."

There was always a smile on the corner of Fu Yicheng's mouth, and Wen Qian didn't refute anything.

Just after crossing a bridge, I saw the place where the paintings are mounted. It seems that the boss also knows how to do business, and he doesn't have to worry about bad business in this place.

After mounting the painting, Wen Qian suddenly heard the voice of singing: "Boss, did you hear someone singing?"

The boss saw at a glance that Wen Qian and Fu Yicheng were not locals: "The two of you also came here because of the fame?"

"How to say?"

The boss actually used the words "come here for fame", which means that the person who is performing is famous.

"So it's not. The opera singer's surname is Liu, and she is known as Mrs. Liu. Her ancestors were opera singers. She is a national first-class opera actress. No one can invite her except for the sake of the country."

The boss showed more and more admiration on Wen Qian's face when he gave Wen Qian a science introduction.

"Yi Cheng, let's go and have a look?" She was aroused by the boss's talk, and she came across a career she loved, so it would be useless not to go and have a look.

Fu Yicheng paid for the painting, and took the painting in his hand: "Okay."

Before, it was just a piece of drawing paper which was naturally not heavy, but after it was framed, Fu Yicheng couldn't bear to let her take it.

After walking in, the voice became clearer. This lady Liu really lived up to her reputation, and Wen Qian was envious of the precision of breath control. Although she had no professional training, she had heard a lot.

After Lady Liu finished singing, Wen Qian came forward and knocked on the door gently.

"Which one?" Miss Liu's original voice came out, and Wen Qian was slightly surprised. The Jiangnan gentle tune was similar to Ning Wenru's, and she felt different from her singing just now.

"Junior Wen Qian, I overheard senior's play, so I came here to pay a visit."

Wen Qian thought about her words, wondering if this lady Liu would think she was rash.

Just thinking about it, the door was opened, and Lady Liu appeared in front of Wen Qian in a costume, and took a few glances at Wen Qian and Fu Yicheng.

Fu Yicheng also made a bow: "Junior Fu Yicheng."

"come in."

Wen Qian felt that what the boss said just now was not entirely true, and Mrs. Liu was not so difficult to ask for advice.

"Can you sing?" Miss Liu didn't introduce herself, and went straight to the point.

"The younger generation can't sing, but can dub."

"Oh?" The voice-over professional: "Listen to a few words."

Ms. Liu used the professional words of opera. Fortunately, Wen Qian knew it before, otherwise she really couldn't understand what she was talking about.

Wen Qian cleared her throat, imitating Mrs. Liu's voice: "Come in."

Then he used his own and Fu Yicheng's voices to reproduce the conversation just now, which surprised Mrs. Liu and forgot to put down the teacup.

Not only did Wen Qian imitate it, but she also resembled it, which is impossible without a lot of hard work.

When Fu Yicheng heard Wen Qian imitating his own voice, a strange feeling arose in his heart. Wen Qian had never shown this hand in front of him.

"I can't see that you have two brushes at a young age."

"Senior, you're polite." Wen Qian blushed from the praise, and secretly glanced at Fu Yicheng, only to see him drinking tea leisurely, like a passerby watching a theater.

"You are not from Jiangnan, are you?"

"Yes, I came to Jiangnan to play."

"Playing? Jiangnan is indeed a good place to have fun. You...are husband and wife?" Mrs. Liu shifted her gaze to Fu Yicheng. It is rare to see such a handsome man as Fu Yicheng now.

Wen Qian is also very beautiful. When the two stood together, she only thought of the words "talented and beautiful".

"Yes." Fu Yicheng said, afraid that Wen Qian would deny their relationship.

"Then why did you come to Jiangnan?" Wen Qian and the others seemed to have really come to find her on a whim, not because they had heard of her reputation, because Wen Qian's words were not as serious as studying.

"I just finished confinement, he was afraid that I would be bored, so he took me out to relax." Wen Qian and Fu Yicheng looked at each other, and they understood each other without saying words of gratitude.

"You all have children!" Madam Liu was even more surprised by this realization. Don't young people nowadays advocate late marriage and late childbearing?
"Senior, is it strange to have children?"

Mrs. Liu realized that she was too aggressive: "No, maybe it's because I don't have children, so I got a little excited."

In order to maintain a good figure, she never married and had children all her life, which was a very courageous thing in her day.

"Ah." Wen Qian didn't expect Mrs. Liu to talk about her own private affairs, so she didn't know how to answer, so she could only answer.

"Senior, I'm very interested in drama, can you teach me a few words?" Wen Qian brought the topic back to her purpose of coming in.

"Of course, just wait for me." In order for Wen Qian to enter the situation faster, Lady Liu went to the room and took out a set of clothes: "This is for you to wear."

Wen Qian was flattered, Fu Yicheng just raised his eyebrows slightly, he had never seen Wen Qian in a costume yet.

When Wen Qian came out in a new costume, Fu Yicheng and Lady Liu were all dumbfounded.

Wen Qian looked uncomfortable with two straight eyes: "Is there something wrong with me?"

"It's no problem, it's so pretty." It's just a matter of putting on makeup, but Wen Qian's plain face has a special flavor.

"Then let's start, just teach you the song you just sang."

"This is the Putonghua translation of the opera book. You memorize it first, and I will sing a sentence for you to follow." Mrs. Liu was surprisingly patient.