[Zhang Yunlei] The disciple is here

Yang Xiaoyu was born into a family of folk art. When she was young, she learned opera to practice her figure. She went to opera school in elementary school. Maybe it was because of her good talent, and it was easy to use the allegro. The speed of learning is faster than the students in the club.

Zhang Yunlei sees that he is talented, has a good sense of rhythm, is also smart, has nimble fingers, and can grasp the board quickly. He really studies hard. He probably will be a teacher in the first half of the year. He originally wanted to tease him and teach him. He said, he was serious, and said, "It's good, you learn fast, go back and practice every day, and you will be able to play cleanly and tell a story on stage in less than half a year. There is no shortcut in our school, you just have to practice, you Practicing Allegro now, and learning Sanxian in the future will have to practice fingering, I spent half a year rubbing soybeans when I was a child, as long as I can bear hardships, there is nothing I can’t learn.”

"Well, I understand." Yang Xiaoyu nodded, listened attentively, and practiced with a board in hand, and couldn't help being curious when she heard it later, "Why are you rubbing soybeans?"

"Practice hand strength, fingering, and speed. I used the old methods at that time. Now I have improved even the sanxian. I just don't know how your teacher teaches. You still have to listen to the teacher." Zhang Yunlei didn't dare to be proud. When I learned it, it was the old method five or six years ago. Today’s teaching methods have been improved a long time ago. I can’t force others to suffer from myself, “When you really learn it, let my master show it for you, Hu The teacher gives you a few pointers, and you are guaranteed to be number one in the class."

Children have vanity and self-motivation, Yang Xiaoyu held back her energy to learn well for the sake of her mother, she was immediately happy to hear that he was willing to help her, and finally smiled, "Okay, then I will thank Uncle Zhui'er first."

"You really know how to indulge in soup, no wonder the third brother is so happy to be coaxed by you, his mouth is so sweet," Zhang Yunlei deliberately teased him, but I have to say that a sweet-mouthed child is still lovable, not to mention smart and clever, really This is a rare and good seedling, who may become a great tool in the future, "You can learn cross talk just because you are so eloquent."

"Really, but I heard that the Deyun Club still needs an exam. If I want to learn, do I have to take the exam?" Yang Xiaoyu heard from her mother that the Deyun Club is good at traditional folk art, so it might not be difficult to get in. But if you want to make it through, it depends on your ability, a little frightened, "I don't know how to speak."

"You are a little younger now, learn your homework first," he is now full of this for his parents' last wish, Zhang Yunlei did not want to mislead him, and comforted him, "We will talk about it after the voice-changing period, don't worry about it for a while."

"Okay," Yang Xiaoyu nodded immediately, lowered her head and fiddled with the allegro, very obediently.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Yunlei understood his mood at the moment, like a drowning person in the vast sea with nowhere to go. Although Ms. Deng was in charge of food and shelter before, and she was his godmother, she was a woman after all, a half-grown boy There is no way to communicate with the godmother, and I still need an uncle like Kong Yunlong to facilitate communication. After catching Kong Yunlong, I found the driftwood in the sea, had hope of survival, and even regarded it as the only reliance.

Therefore, the Deyun Society where Kong Yunlong belongs can easily become his goal, perhaps not because he loves cross talk, but because there are people he wants to rely on here, that's all.

After all, Zhang Yunlei is considered an adult. After going through the period of Beipiao, he understands Yang Xiaoyu's bewilderment at the moment and is eager to find a specific direction. Because of this, it is even more important to help him determine the way forward , Blindly walking around will only make it difficult for him to make choices in the future.

Naturally, Yang Xiaoyu didn't know what he was thinking, but she just thought that third uncle's senior brother was a good person to talk to, and he had the ability to help her realize her parents' wishes, and that was enough.

Perhaps there was a common topic, Yang Xiaoyu and Zhang Yunlei chatted more and more speculatively, and spent the whole afternoon in the room talking about opera, drums, and allegro, and they didn't feel boring at all, and they didn't want to play games and watch TV like ordinary children. Wang Hui finished the meal and went to call them, then reluctantly left the room.

They were willing to chat, Wang Hui and Kong Yunlong were naturally happy, especially when eating at night, Yang Xiaoyu was obviously more relaxed than at noon, with more smiles, and regained the expression that ordinary teenagers should have, this is progress.

After dinner, Kong Yunlong didn't let him go to practice allegro with Zhang Yunlei, and dragged him to watch TV in the living room. Everyone was lively, which made him feel less lonely. He didn't urge him to take a shower until almost ten o'clock. Take him back to the room.

When they went back, Zhang Yunlei was still not sleepy. Seeing them getting on the elevator, he looked at his sister and curled his lips, "I still have to sleep with someone at such an age. It's not like our house has no room."

Although Wang Jiulong and Guo Qilin were coming back later, there was still a vacant room for Yang Xiaoyu to sleep alone, and there was no need for the two of them to share a room.

Speaking of this, Wang Hui couldn't help sighing, put down his phone and looked at him, "You don't know, when you were chatting in the afternoon, the third child told me that this child has been insomnia for a while, and the doctor said it was stimulated, after all, I was in a car accident with my parents, and the third child said that although the child was injured, he was not serious, but he fell ill, and often had nightmares at night, was so scared that he couldn't sleep, and kept crying. This time is just right, and someone must accompany him."

"It's so serious..." Zhang Yunlei had never experienced any accidents, so he didn't understand this, scratched his head and sighed, "It's very pitiful, I heard from the third brother that he lives at his godmother's house, and he will watch him do it when he picks him up. The conditions of my mother's family are just average, there is still a child in the family, the family of three is neat and tidy, and he is alone, no wonder he is depressed."

"That's not it, so the third brother discussed with me, let him live in our house for a period of time during the summer vacation, and he will have to live in school anyway when he goes back to school, and he will pick him up at the weekend, so as to prevent him from living in someone else's house, and the godmother will treat him. No matter how good it is, it’s a woman, it’s always inconvenient for him to be a boy, and it’s awkward to have a friend. There are many boys in our family, so he can feel more at ease.” Kong Yunlong rarely begged himself, how could Wang Hui refuse, besides, all these years Are you raising too few children? One more chopsticks means more chopsticks. It’s no big deal. “Back then, the third child, Xiaoyue, and a few others all came from penniless. It’s fine now, not to mention Xiao Xiao. Yu'er is so sensible, and she learned Sanxian, I told my third son that Sanxian is not good, if the child has no future, he will stay in the club, and he can get a job wherever he has skills."

"Sister, you really like him," Zhang Yunlei also convinced his sister, this is really an addiction to raising children, more than 400 in the agency is not enough, the family has to get one back, and deliberately shook his head, "My brother-in-law is easy to talk about you again. "

"Come on, besides you, your brother-in-law, who has ever worried so much? Look at how sensible Yuer is. What did you do when you were his age? You only know how to play games!" Mentioning this, Wang Hui was full of anger , but my younger brother can't help it, let's be willful, anyway, now that he's enlightened, he rolled his eyes and scolded him.

My sister was angry, Zhang Yunlei didn't dare to provoke her, he shrank his neck, "I don't know what's good or bad, I made a mistake, I went upstairs to sleep."

"Let's not do this, it's not bad for you to go upstairs to play games." Wang Hui thought it was funny seeing him like that, and scolded him with pain and love, "Go back to the house, don't stay up all night, don't you want those eyes? "

"I know, thank you sister~!" The sweet talk should be sweet, and after chatting with Yang Xiaoyu all afternoon, Zhang Yunlei felt that sweet talk is useful, so he immediately learned it. Seeing his sister's smile, he couldn't help sighing, and hurried back to the room.

When he returned to the house, he did play some games. After he was sleepy, he simply took out his notebook and began to read scripts, memorize traditional passages, and study how to innovate. When he looked up from his busy schedule, it was past one in the morning, and the dinner he ate at night The digestion was similar, and I felt a little hungry all of a sudden, even if I wanted to sleep, I couldn't sleep, so I just got up and went downstairs, planning to get a bag of instant noodles to eat.

When he went down the stairs and raised his head carelessly, he was startled and saw only a little light in the dark living room, reflecting a somewhat pale face, and there seemed to be the sound of sobbing. Frightened, he turned on the headlights angrily, "Why are you staying up so late to scare people!"

The glare of the light made people unable to open their eyes. Yang Xiaoyu couldn't help but close his eyes tightly. Tears welled up in his eye sockets. He quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand. He got up nervously and said, "...I'm sorry..."

"...Why is it you?" Zhang Yunlei thought it was Da Lin or Da Nan, and he was squatting here in the middle of the night to play with his mobile phone. Seeing that it was him, he quickly restrained his tone, especially seeing the red circles under his eyes. He must have missed his parents again, so he walked over Said, "Why are you running here when you're not sleeping, looking at your phone blindly in the dark, don't you need your eyes?"

"...I can't sleep," Yang Xiaoyu lowered her head reproachfully, holding the phone tightly in her palm, and said in a low voice, "I miss my parents."

This sentence made Zhang Yunlei do not know how to comfort him, and it was even more heartbreaking to hear. The pain of losing his parents, I am afraid that others will

It was hard to persuasion. After all, he was a close relative of flesh and blood. He raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "I know you are sad, so just think about it. Then who can miss their parents? I also miss my mother and father, but I still want to I can go to Tianjin to meet them, there is nothing wrong with thinking about my parents, it’s nothing if I don’t want to.”

This argument is different from others. Others will only say, you have to be strong, you have to believe that they are watching you in the sky, don't think about it, what to do if you keep thinking about crying, this is the first time for Yang Xiaoyu to hear someone tell herself that she doesn't want to Something, couldn't help looking at him, "Are your parents not here?"

"Well, my parents are in Tianjin. They will go home during the Chinese New Year. If they miss me, they can come to Beijing to see me." Zhang Yunlei didn't know how to calm his emotions, rubbing his back, "If you miss them Let’s buy some paper later, let’s burn it to them, and let them feel at ease, why can’t we miss our parents, cry when you want, think about them when you want, and then you should eat and sleep, so you can’t be full Only when you sleep well can you have the strength to continue thinking, right?"

This fallacy, I don’t know why it makes sense, just like the sentence, how can you lose weight if you don’t eat, there is a magical power that makes you feel at ease, Yang Xiaoyu couldn’t help laughing, crying and laughing , "Uncle Zhui'er, you are lying."

"Is it useful? I'm hungry. Are you hungry? I don't think you ate much at night. Why don't I order instant noodles and let's eat. The noodles I ordered are delicious," Zhang Yunlei coaxed him to eat. I have seen his previous photos, and he is still thin and healthy, but now he is too thin, almost out of shape, his complexion is not good, and the agility in the photos is missing, "Do you eat spicy food, old godmother?"

"Eat," Yang Xiaoyu might have been moved by his unreasonable reasoning, but she actually felt a little hungry. Instant noodles are probably the food that everyone wants to taste every once in a while. They are inexplicably addictive. "My godmother won't let me eat instant noodles." , said it was unhealthy."

"My sister and my mother won't let me eat, so I come out to eat secretly in the middle of the night." Seeing that he was in a better mood, Zhang Yunlei was relieved. He didn't sleep in the middle of the night. It was difficult to explain, so he pushed his shoulders to the kitchen and started to prepare noodles, "Hey, we have agreed, you have to help, you can't just eat and do nothing."

"I can cook noodles," he said as if he knew nothing, Yang Xiaoyu was a little unconvinced, "My dad is a chef, I can cook in elementary school."

"Why does your father squeeze you, let you cook at such a young age?" Zhang Yunlei thought he was joking, and took out a tomato from the refrigerator to be blanched and peeled. "What would you do, fried rice with eggs?"

"I can also cook, but my pot is too heavy to carry," Yang Xiaoyu recalled the scene when her father taught her how to cook before, but she didn't feel so sad, and even showed off, "Most I know all the dishes, and the dishes my dad cooks are delicious, and all the guests in my restaurant like them."

"Your restaurant...?" Zhang Yunlei originally thought he was an ordinary family, but suddenly changed his taste as he spoke, blinking, "Your family runs a restaurant?"

"Ah, my uncle opened it. He is in Shanghai. My family is a chain in Beijing. My dad doesn't like to take care of it, so he has always been a chef." Going to Shanghai, I don’t want to go, I want to live alone, my uncle and godmother don’t agree.”

"..." Zhang Yunlei looked at the tomato in his hand, and suddenly it didn't smell good.

His family runs a chain restaurant, and his brother-in-law is in Shanghai. The family has a house and the children are not allowed to live by themselves. Putting it this way, it feels like he is richer than himself.

After all, I don't even have a house in Beijing now!As for others, they have a house at the age of 13!It's the homeowner!

"Then you will be able to live in your own apartment when you become an adult. Anyway, you will be an adult in five years," Zhang Yunlei said angrily, picking at the skin of the tomato with his mouth pursed.

Speaking of this, Yang Xiaoyu became a little happy, and nodded in agreement, "Yeah, Xiaowai and I are my godmother's sons. I'll publish the novel. When we both grow up, if he wants to move out, I'll send my son out." He will live in grandma's house, and I will live in my parents' house, and we will visit my grandma together, and we can go to Shanghai to play with my uncle."

Zhang Yunlei stared at the instant noodles in the pot, really wanted to blow it up,

Listen, listen!

Giving instant noodles to a small rich man with two houses, the poor poor man is lonely and helpless, but in fact!

He is a boss who has two suites in Beijing, his own restaurant, and relatives in a chain company!

This era of fighting fathers!

Sympathize with that bastard Yang Xiaoyu!

The author has something to say: Xiaoer: I thought it was a poor little man, but I didn't expect it to be a rich man, so I made a mistake!

Xiao Yu: How about it, Master, you are lucky to have an apprentice like me~~

Xiao Er: Heh, hot chicken apprentice

fix a bug

Yang Xiaoyu's godmother's surname is Deng, not Zhang ORZ