Chapter 9 Backer

To be recognized as a successor by Yan Tingyue is by no means an ordinary person. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

Just as Lin Handu was about to nod, Lin Qin stopped her: "Mom, I have to practice the piano later. Time is too tight."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyu felt a little regretful: "Sorry, Aunt Yan, Qinqin has too much homework and I'm afraid I don't have time."

"Then you go back early." Yan Tingyue smiled, "Practice is important."

Lin Handu nodded: "I won't disturb you anymore, Qinqin and I will go back first."

The two went out, and Lin Qin continued walking on the mountain road with an expressionless face.

Lin Handu suddenly said: "When you were a child, your grandmother wanted you to learn Kun Opera. It's a pity."

Lin Qin asked calmly: "What's the pity? Learning Kun Opera will allow me to go to Yunjing and return to the Lin family?"

Lin Handu was stunned: "Of course it's impossible."

The Lin family is the successor of Tianyinfang and also wants to rebuild Tianyinfang.

Tianyinfang respects the guqin, followed by pipa, shengxiao and other classical instruments. Every headmaster is also the best at guqin.

However, after the war, many musical scores and music methods were lost.

Over the years, the Yunjing Lin family has also tried every means to revive the guqin, but with little success.

Lin Qin said: "That's it. I only learn things that are useful to me."

The seven-stringed guqin is the only way for her to return to the Lin family.

After returning to Yunjing, I had the opportunity to go to the Global Center.

Lin Handu thought for a moment: "Okay, you don't have that much energy, just focus on the guqin."

**

The sun was high in the sky and at three o'clock in the sky, I arrived at Yan Tingyue's forest hut at night.

"Teacher." She knocked on the door gently and saw the gift box on the tea table, "Do you have guests?"

"The things that an old friend asked someone to deliver have already left." Yan Tingyue saw her and raised her hand to pour her a cup of tea, "Alan, if it weren't for the fact that we just met yesterday, I would really doubt my I’ve been teaching you for decades.”

Ye Banglan smiled slightly: "Teacher and I are destined."

She has indeed studied Kun Opera with Yan Tingyue for decades.

Yan Tingyue taught her the four skills and five methods of drama, and specially gave her the costumes he had collected for decades.

But when time restarts the next day, they are strangers again.

She could only keep coming to Yan Tingyue to continue studying. Fortunately, her memory would not be erased as time restarted.

The infinite loop ended, and this time, she could finally officially worship Yan Tingyue as her disciple.

During the Qianhe period, Qu Sheng was born.

She once followed Ning Zhaozong to meet this sage of music. Under his leadership, Kun Opera also reached its peak period. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was the custom to hold opera festivals in various places in Ning Dynasty.

Now that Kun Opera is in decline, she is trying every means to save it.

"You are really capable and can bear your temper." Yan Tingyue said, "Sing this part of "The Peony Pavilion" today?"

Ye Bianlan nodded in agreement.

She walked to the yard behind the screen, closed her eyes, and sang slowly.

"It turned out to be full of colorful flowers..."

The sound of the play sounded, melodious and melodious.

After singing the song, Yan Tingyue pointed out a few more places, and Ye Turnan wrote them down one by one before leaving.

It was rainy in Nancheng in May, and it started to rain lightly outside.

After a while, the rustle of clogs on the grass was heard outside the door, and Yan Tingyue was a little surprised.

Who else will come at this time?

She opened the door curtain.

The fog was hazy, and someone came slowly holding a twenty-four-bone bamboo umbrella.

Between the color of rain and smoke, the young master is stunningly beautiful.

Even Yan Tingyue couldn't help but be shocked.

She lived in seclusion before and met many children from aristocratic families, but none of them could compare to the person in front of her.

"Aunt Yan, I'm very sorry to disturb you at this time." Rong Yu ran in from behind Yan Tingfeng panting, "I brought you some tea and sandalwood from Yunjing. This is my brother, you call him Just Xiaoyan.”

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyan." Yan Tingyue was very happy and sighed, "It's a pity that you are late, otherwise you can still meet my apprentice."

Rong Yu was surprised: "When did you have an apprentice?"

When he met Yan Tingyue, she was still serving as the vice president of the Yunjing Art Association. Many people begged to become her teacher, including the Yunjing Lin family, but they were all rejected.

Yan Tingyue is the only successor of Qu Sheng, so his status is naturally high.

The fact that Yan Tingyue has a successor is enough to cause a sensation in the entire China, and even the World Intangible Cultural Heritage Center.

"I just got it yesterday." Yan Tingyue smiled, "But don't believe it. She will definitely sing better than me in the future. I believe she can revitalize Kun Opera, no, the entire intangible cultural heritage."

Rong Yu opened his eyes wide: "Who is it?"

How could Yan Tingyue comment like this?

Yan Tingfeng was thoughtful.

Yan Tingyue didn't say much: "We will meet each other in the future, so don't tell anyone about it yet."

"Understood." Rong Yu said with a smile, "Aunt Yan, this is my grandfather's new tea. This fragrance is the latest model from the Su family, and I have brought it to you."

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyu." Yan Tingyue said, "Sit down, I'll let someone go fishing and we'll have a meal together later."

Rong Yu sat down obediently, but his mind was still thinking about who the apprentice Yan Tingyue mentioned was.

He quietly asked Yan Tingfeng: "Can you guess who it is?"

Yan Tingfeng slowly took a sip of tea: "Not interested."

Rong Yu muttered: "I don't know what you are interested in..."

Having known Yan Tingfeng for many years, he could not guess what the other person was thinking about all day long.

What a strange man.

**

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when he returned to Jiangcheng. Ye Wanlan bought some brushes, ink, rice paper, painting pigments and carving knives in the store in front of the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Ye Wanlan?"

A surprised voice sounded from behind.

Ye Wanlan turned around with a faint expression.

"It's really you. Why are you still hanging around here at this time?" Seeing her, Xu Li frowned, "Why don't you go to the hospital to take care of Qin Xian?"

Ye Wanlan didn't look at him and continued to move forward.

Seeing that she left like this, Xu Li took two steps forward quickly: "Qin Xian hasn't woken up yet. I heard that you beat him. Did you go a little too far?"

Xu Li, Zhou Hechen and Qin Xian were also friends who grew up together.

Zhou Hechen often sent Ye Wanlan's small essays asking for peace to their small group as a joke. He also knew how much Ye Wanlan licked Zhou Hechen.

Who knew that Ye Wanlan suddenly went crazy?

"Okay, Ye Wanlan, listen to me. Go and apologize to Brother He Chen, and then go to the hospital to take care of Qin Xian until he wakes up." Xu Li advised again, "Be submissive, and see if everything is solved?"

"As for Sister Yunyi, her hand is not injured. It's just a false alarm. She has always been kind and will definitely not be angry with you. She may even help you."

Ye Wanlan still turned a deaf ear.

Xu Li was completely enraged: "Ye Wanlan, if Brother He Chen is angry and doesn't help you solve the problem, then the Qin family will take action and you'll be finished!"

Ye Wanlan finally stopped and tilted his head slightly: "Who told you that I have to rely on him?"

Xu Li was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "If you don't rely on Brother He Chen, who else can you rely on?"

In Jiangcheng, without Zhou Hechen, who would know Ye Wanlan's name?

Sister Lan: Just kill him

Brother Yan: (Nods)

Rong Yu: Calm down, both of you

Thanks for the rewards and monthly tickets, see you tomorrow~~