Chapter 50 (1/2)

Song Yuan's housekeeping skills are all learned from Dong Lijun. Song Xi admits that she is tired of the house and Wu. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Liyuan opera at first, but when she sings from Song Yuan's mouth, she remembers to leave every minute.

And Song Yuan stands on the stage, flattering Cheng Deqing and challenging Song Xi from time to time, just like a condescending appearance.

Song Xi didn't see him for a short time. He only spoke for about 20 minutes.

After singing, the following people, led by Cheng Deqing, applauded. Song Xi is stubborn, who likes to drum who drum, anyway, she is not moving, she by drinking, holding a cup in her hand, skilfully avoided.

Song Yuan stood on the stage, nodding politely, trying to walk down the stage.

No one expected that Georges Sheng would speak at this time. He looked at Song Yuan on the stage and said, ”I didn't expect that Miss Song's singing skill is not inferior to that of the professional Liyuan opera teacher. Today, it's rare to hear miss song sing. It's still early. How about a few more passages of Miss Song's singing?”

Hearing the speech, song yuan could only stand on the stage and look down for a moment.

Song Xi also wondered how many meanings George Sheng meant.

Until Cheng Deqing also opened his mouth with a smile, ”yes, I usually don't listen much to Liyuan opera, and there is no good teacher at home to sing Liyuan opera. If Xiaoyuan is not tired, she will sing some more for us.”

Song Yuan is smiling, but Song Xi can see that there is indecision in her smile.

Qi Cheng said with a smile, ”since both Cheng and Qi Shao want to hear it, you can sing another part.”

After listening to Qi Cheng's words, Song Yuan answered with a smile and returned to the middle of the stage. She discussed with the band teachers and sang again.

When the music started, Song Yuan began to take the tune again, Song Xi couldn't help whispering: ”Mr. Qiao knows so well, what is her singing style?”

Minnan language is a separate language family. Anyway, Song Xi can't understand a word.

Happily, Georgeson replied, ”how do I know what she sings? You say she's like an actor, and she doesn't spend money. Let her stand on the side. ”

Song Xi almost can't help but be happy. Yu Guang glimpses Qi Cheng looking this way. Maybe he finds them muttering. Song Xi doesn't answer for the moment. When Qi Cheng doesn't open her eyes, she whispers, ”be careful, Qi Cheng will settle accounts with you in the future.”

Georges Sheng lips gently raised, it is the arc of irony, looking ahead, slowly said: ”if he wants to settle accounts with me, he will not put her on stage as a theater.”

Song Xi smell speech, looking at Song Yuan's eyes, inexplicably a little more pity.

Then she thought to herself that song yuan was Qi Cheng's gun, and she was not George Sheng's gun?

”You don't have to think about yourself. I'm different from Qi Cheng. I want face.”

George Sheng beside him seems to be able to read the mind, but Song Xi just thought about it, and his answer is flowing.

Song Xi's heart is full of bitterness and bitterness. After a few seconds, she said quietly, ”I'm not Song Yuan, either.”