My daughter is so annoying

"There is a Song Laosan in the Firearms Camp of the Blue Indigo Factory."

"..."

"The sun is setting."

"Autumn insects are making a lot of noise."

"Six brothers who think about it day and night"

"Come to my door."

"I made an appointment to meet at midnight tonight."

"Dalian, I bowed my head shyly and said nothing."

"..."

After Fang Cheng sang "Exploring the Qingshui River", the room was completely silent, and the three of them were stunned.

Guo De just stood up and said seriously: "You adapted this?"

Who else in this world can sing this song except me.

Fang Cheng reluctantly nodded and admitted.

"Amazing."

Yu Qian was also full of praise: "I originally thought he could only popular songs, but I didn't expect that he could even do our business."

"What is talent, this is talent."

Bai Yuhui also nodded repeatedly.

Guo Degang took the initiative to invite: "Do you have time in the afternoon? Let's have a good chat together?"

When Yu Qian heard Guo Degang's words, he immediately said, "Teacher Guo doesn't take the initiative to chat with people in private."

"It's an honor, then I'll go home and have a meal, and I'll come over in the afternoon."

Bai Yuhui said politely: "Let's eat here and call your wife and daughter over."

"No, my wife has probably already cooked."

"That's fine."

Fang Cheng left with his guitar in his arms.

As soon as Fang Cheng left, Guo Degang immediately smiled and said, "I really didn't expect him to be so talented at such a young age. He really echoed the old saying, people are not judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured."

"Hey, this is how talented people come out from generation to generation, and each generation is stronger than the last generation."

"It's a pity that he is already famous, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Qian laughed and said, "Don't even think about accepting apprentices, they earn no less than you."

"Too."

Guo De just sat down, and the smile on his face was withdrawn, as if he was thinking about something.

……

Chapter 162 Let's Go Home

After lunch, Fang Cheng came to Yu Qian's house early.

In the yard, Yu Qian and Guo Degang were sitting at the table chatting, when they saw Fang Cheng coming, they immediately waved for Fang Cheng to sit down.

Yu Qian poured Fang Cheng a cup of tea, and the three chatted like this.

After asking a few questions about his parents, Guo Degang seized the opportunity and said: "Your adaptation of the song Tan Qingshuihe in the morning is quite good. If this song can be moved to the stage, maybe..."

The words are very tactful.

Fang Cheng guessed what Guo Degang wanted to say, and smiled directly: "If Mr. Guo likes it, feel free to sing it on the stage of your Deyun Club."

Although Deyun Society is famous now, Fangcheng knows that it will become even more popular in a few years.

If he can build a good relationship with Guo Degang and Yu Qian now, it would be equivalent to having an extra contact in Beijing and Tianjin. Money is no longer important to him, but contacts are important no matter what.

If the relationship between Guo Degang and Guo Degang can be drawn in by exploring Qingshuihe, that would be great.

After Guo Degang and Yu Qian finished listening, they looked at each other and smiled, and the former quickly said: "Then I really have to thank you, I heard from Brother Qian that you also like to listen to cross talk, so how about it, if you go to Deyun club to listen to cross talk in the future, no matter what No matter what the time of the show, it will be free for you, and you can choose the seat as you like."

After saying this, Guo Degang just wanted to express his sincerity.

After all, it is impossible for Fang Cheng to have so much time to go to the capital to listen to cross talk, but Fang Cheng still thanked him after listening.

After that, Guo Degang seldom spoke anymore, completely different from the one on stage who couldn't stop talking, just like a person with autism.

Yu Qian and Fang Cheng chatted about interesting stories about cross talk.

When the topic was almost finished, the yard fell into a long period of silence.

But at this time, Guo Degang suddenly hummed the song Tan Qingshuihe sung by Fangcheng in the morning. The voice was not loud, but it was very personal.

Fang Cheng said with a smile: "Mr. Guo, don't hide it, give us a part too."

"I don't know the words yet."

"If you don't remember which paragraph, let me remind you."

Guo Degang smiled, and really started singing.

His voice was resonant, with a strong theatrical accent, and his singing style was not so modified, it was categorical, completely different from Fang Cheng's singing style.

(You can also listen to Guo Degang’s version of Tanqingshuihe, it’s really different.)

I sang it exactly once, and there was a place where I forgot the words, but you have to know that Fang Cheng only sang it once. This kind of talent really surprised Fang Cheng.

The little black fat man in front of him was really born to eat this bowl of rice.

The leisurely time of the afternoon passed by in a hurry.

When I went to Yu Qian's house the next afternoon, Guo Degang had already left.

……

Time passed, day after day.