Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

"Haha, Muzi, you didn't hire a troupe, did you?" "I did, but troupe owner Cheng is busy, so it might be a little late."

"Oh, when he gets here, I have something to say. The troupe is not big, but they act very arrogantly." Xu Huizhen looked dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, Boss Cheng won't break his promise and will definitely come."

Yang Muzi looked strange, and went to Cheng Dieyi to say, "When he comes, I'll see if you dare to do it."

"Yes, there is also a troupe." "This banquet is really exquisite." "We are blessed this time."

"Cheng Dieyi, Duan Xiaolou, and some members of the Ctrip team are here to attend Mr. Muzi's wedding. We were busy with some mundane matters and are late. Please forgive us for being late."

A crisp voice suddenly sounded, and everyone got goosebumps.

The singer had a beautiful voice, and his voice could be heard in every corner of the front, middle and back yards.

Cheng Dieyi???Duan Xiaolou???Cheng Family Class???

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Who is Cheng Dieyi? If you go to the mansions in the old city and ask around, you will find that everyone, from the eighty-year-old ladies to the three-year-old children, knows Cheng Dieyi.

The reason is simple: he is too famous.

Cheng Dieyi became famous at the age of sixteen, became a leading actor at the age of eighteen, and founded the Cheng Family Troupe at the age of twenty. He was well-known throughout the capital and was known to everyone.

In the eyes of future generations, he is definitely a superstar.

Even if you have a lot of money, you can't hire such a person without some background.

Even if you have money and background, you still have to depend on Boss Cheng's mood.

You just had a small wedding and you actually invited Cheng Dieyi to it. Are you crazy?

"Ah!!! Cheng Dieyi, it's Cheng Dieyi."

"Oh my god, if I could see Boss Cheng's true face in this lifetime, I would die without regrets!"

"Oh my god, it's today."

"Woooooooo..."

Everyone in the yard went crazy, and some couldn't hold back their tears.

"Chen Dieyi, the person who just passed by was Cheng Dieyi!" Jia Zhang almost exploded on the spot. As a senior opera fan, it is impossible for her not to know Cheng Dieyi.

She had attended Cheng Dieyi's plays many times, but always outside the garden because the tickets were too expensive and she couldn't afford to buy them.

I never thought that Yang Muzi had such great ability that he was invited to perform.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this must be an illusion!"

Jia Dongxu was full of disbelief. Although Chen Xueru had some ability, she could never hire a big star like Cheng Dieyi.

The best Qingyi in the world would do business with the owner of a silk shop.

Jia Dongxu was extremely depressed. In this wedding, he completely lost to Yang Muzi in every aspect.

"Cheng Dieyi, Cheng Dieyi is here!" Qin Huairu was completely numb. Even though she was new, she knew Cheng Dieyi's name.

When I was in the countryside, I heard from the commune secretary that if you wanted to watch a play by Cheng Dieyi, you would have to pay ten yuan for a ticket, and even if you had money, you might not be able to buy a ticket.

Such a famous person in Beijing actually came to sing for Yang Muzi?

What do you want from him? Money. How can Cheng Dieyi be short of money?

"Cousin, please eat first, I'll go to the back to take a look!" Jia Chunfen ran away.

Jia Zhang was in tears, as the only guest, a relative of their family, also ran to the backyard.

What's the point of this marriage?

Cheng Dieyi???

What the hell...

Xu Huizhen couldn't help but shiver.

She had always thought that Yang Muzi had invited a small opera troupe. She never expected that they would actually invite this person.

She couldn't help but regret secretly. If the drama fans in the old city heard that she was going to talk to Cheng Dieyi, everyone would be able to drown him with a mouthful of saliva.

"Hey, Lao Cheng, why did you come just now? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Yang Muzi walked over, feeling a little unhappy.

Old Cheng? Everyone couldn't help but vomit blood.

Sir, this is our number one Qingyi in the world, can't you be more polite when speaking to her?

Chen Dieyi smiled apologetically: "Brother Muzi, I'm sorry, it's August Festival now, so I'm quite busy."

"I can't be busy. My friend is unhappy. Huizhen, please talk to him."

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Xu Huizhen's eyes went dark and she almost fell down.

Chen Xueru came over with a smile and said, "Brother Mu, Boss Cheng is here and he is singing for us for free. You, stop complaining."

What?

Still no money?

You have such a big face. Everyone was dumbfounded.

It would be fine if you don't charge any money, but he is Boss Chen, who volunteered to perform for you, and you still scold him. You are so bold.

"This must be Mr. Duan Xiaolou, hello. Please stay away from gay people."

Yang Muzi and Duan Xiaolou shook hands, leaving Duan Xiaolou completely confused.

In Yang Muzi's heart, he did not take these roles seriously. The reason was very simple. He was a person from later generations and had no interest in opera.

If you don’t live in this era, of course you don’t know the feelings of people in this era.

"You are Yang Muzi, I have heard of you for a long time!"

Duan Xiaolou was very polite. He heard from his junior brother Cheng Dieyi that Yang Muzi was a capable man, so he did not dare to underestimate him.

"Sit down, sit down, there are so many of you, so we'll arrange a separate table." "Okay, let's eat and sing at the same time." "Let's eat!"

Yang Muzi waved his hand and served the food one by one. "Boss Cheng, Boss Duan, hello, hello, my name is Niu Jindou."

"Boss Cheng, good luck. I'm a master of the front door. No one calls me Pianerye."

"Boss Cheng, I offer you a toast." "Boss Cheng, I greet you."

During the meal, many people came over to greet Cheng Dieyi. Even Yang Zhengcheng came over to toast him. After eating something, Chen Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou stood up.

As the saying goes, "When you are full, you can blow the trumpet; when you are hungry, you can sing." Opera singers usually don't eat too much before the show starts.

"Everyone, please eat first, my brother and I will serve you some food.

Senior Brother, which part should we sing?"

Duan Xiaolou said with a smile: "Today is Mr. Muzi's big day. If we want to sing, we have to sing something festive. If we sing "Farewell My Concubine", we will probably be kicked out."

"Hahaha..…"

Duan Xiaolou's words caused everyone to laugh.

Farewell My Concubine tells the story of Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, who was defeated by Liu Bang and committed suicide at the Wujiang River.

In opera, it is the tragic love story of Xiang Yu and Yu Ji.

Cheng Dieyi's specialty is Farewell My Concubine, but this scene would not be suitable to be sung at a wedding.

"Then let's sing something festive."

"Boss Cheng, which show shall we sing?" "You are my senior brother, I will listen to you."

"Okay, let's sing a selection from Yu Tang Chun."

"I'll do as you say!" Snap Snap...

As soon as they heard the name Yu Tangchun, everyone applauded vigorously.

Yu Tang Chun tells the love story of Su San and Wang Jinglong, the son of the Wang family.

Although the story is tortuous, Su San and Wang Jinglong finally get together in the end, so it is more suitable to be sung about a wedding.

"Su San left Hongdong County..."

"Good, good, good!" As soon as Cheng Dieyi opened his mouth, countless people cheered.

Even Yang Muzi, who was not interested in opera, got goosebumps all over his body while listening to it.

Cheng Dieyi is obviously a man, but when he sings in a female voice, his voice sounds more feminine than that of a girl.

Singing in a hall party is different from performing a formal opera. Due to time constraints, there is no need to dress up, and only one excerpt can be sung.

Any play could take several hours, and some even take several days to perform. Of course, it is impossible to perform it at a wedding.

Select a small part of it and let everyone taste it. It's enough as long as it makes sense.

When the song ended, everyone applauded enthusiastically and the atmosphere of the wedding reached its climax.

The third uncle struck while the iron was hot and said, "Muzi, it's time to get married. Don't miss the auspicious time."

Yang Muzi pulled Chen Xueru to stand up, clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, Xueru and I don't have any parents. Today, I will choose a person of high moral character and prestige from among all of you present to be my elder."

"Who to choose?" Xu Huizhen asked.

Everyone in the courtyard looked at Uncle Yi, and Uncle Yi was also eager to try.

In terms of moral prestige, no one in Siheyuan is as respected as him. Looking around, Yang Muzi's eyes finally fell on Niu Youde: "Mr. Niu has been practicing medicine all his life, and I don't know how many people's sufferings he has cured. Let Mr. Niu be my elder, what do you think?"

"Good, good, good!" Everyone agreed. Niu Youde was indeed a man of high moral character and prestige.

Among those present, some were richer, more powerful, and more famous than him.

But when it comes to accumulating virtue, doing good deeds, curing diseases and saving lives, no one can compare to Niu Youde.

"Humph!"

Master Yi snorted coldly, very unhappy. Young Master. Master, did you see that? The young master is married.

Niu Youde stood up tremblingly, his old eyes slightly red: "Okay, okay, then I won't be polite."

"Grandpa Niu, please!"

Yang Muzi and Chen Xueru supported Niu Youde and sat on the big red chair on the steps.

Uncle San, let’s start.

Yang Muzi glanced at Uncle San and winked at him. Uncle San shouted loudly: "Thank you all for coming to Muzi's wedding. No more idle talk. The auspicious time has arrived and the wedding officially begins."

"First bow to heaven and earth, wishing for a long and lasting marriage." "Second bow to parents, wishing filial sons and grandsons." "Husband and wife bow to each other, send to the bridal chamber..." "Let's make a fuss in the bridal chamber!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Yang Muzi and Chen Xueru entered the room.

Soon, the two changed their clothes and returned to the yard.

Yang Muzi changed into a black Zhongshan suit, with a straight figure and a dignified bearing.

Chen Xueru changed into a bright red cheongsam, looking graceful and charming.

At the same time, the Jia family in the front yard also held their wedding. This side was much quieter.

There are only four people in total.

My cousin Jia Chunfen was in charge of calling the shots. After a simple ceremony, the four of them sat together to eat.

After finishing the meal, Jia Chunfen wiped her mouth and said, "Aunt, I'm done. It's time to go. Please return my two yuan share of money to me."

Jia Zhang said unhappily, "Chunfen, you've already taken the money, there's no reason to return it."

At the beginning, the two of them agreed that the sewing machine would be lent to Jia Zhang, and Jia Chunfen would take out the share money first, and then return it to Jia Chunfen after the guests left.

Since there were no guests in the yard, Jia Chunfen asked her for money directly after the meal.

But at this time, Jia Zhang was unwilling to give money. Today she accepted two yuan from Jia Chunfen. If she returned the two yuan, it would mean that she would not have a single cent as a gift.

Jia Chunfen stood up and said angrily, "Aunt, we have already agreed that I will pay the share first and you can give it to me later. There are no customers now, and I have given you face. Why do you want to cheat me out of two dollars?"

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