Chapter 177: A Hall of Fame Boss? A Folk Performing Arts Troupe?
Mi Baoxin.
Oh, she just trusts her elder brother very much, she doesn’t mean to make him tired on purpose.
As luck would have it, Duan Zhen was watching the live broadcast. Looking at the little girl's expression, he gritted his teeth secretly. This little rascal is so mean.
Forget it, let’s go for a walk. It’s rare that the little girl speaks to him.
After hanging up the phone, Mibao went to change his equipment again, holding a erhu in his hand.
Duan Ze saw this and jokingly said, "You're doing two jobs?"
Mi Bao nodded his head heavily, "Yes, yes, we can have the feast after we return from the funeral."
She also worked very hard to have a good meal.
Duan Ze wiped the corner of her mouth and said, "You're almost drooling."
Mibao sniffed and stood on tiptoe to look around. "Where's Grandpa Ma? Hasn't he come yet?"
Duan Ze looked at her short stump with some disdain, "Even if you stretch your toes straight, they're only a few centimeters long. What can you see?"
Mi Bao heard this with sharp ears, tilted his head with a broken cheek to look at him, and bared his teeth at him, "Brother, do you want to be beaten again?"
Duan Ze was silent for a moment, thinking of the beating he received last time. He immediately wrapped his big hand around her small fist, bent down and picked her up, coughing lightly. "What I mean is, I'm willing to be your crutch. Come on, come on, find someone."
What kind of brother would treat him like this? It's so frustrating.
But there was no way, she really beat me.
Mi Bao snorted and didn't bother with him.
She looked around, her eyes lit up, and she pointed in a direction, "There."
"Grandpa Ma!" Mibao waved happily, and the camera turned in the direction she pointed.
Duan Ze yawned. He was not interested in this kind of folk funeral procession. He turned his head lazily and glanced at it casually. The next second, he was stunned.
He blinked briefly, rubbed his face again, and muttered in disbelief, "Mr. Ma?"
Ma Yang glanced at him, then looked at the camera, frowning slightly. When he saw Mi Bao, his brows relaxed again and he stretched out his hand to Mi Bao, "Come, Grandpa Ma, give me a hug."
Mi Bao immediately smiled and stretched out his chubby arms towards him, holding his face and rubbing it affectionately, "Grandpa Ma, how are you feeling lately? Have you been eating well? Have you been drinking secretly again?"
She asked with a stern face, chattering like a little old woman.
Ma Yang laughed out loud, "No, no, I didn't drink. I ate well and slept well every day."
"That's fine, you're so good. I'll reward you with a little flower."
Mibao took off the little red flower that her teacher gave her today and put it on the back of her hand.
It looks a bit out of place.
Ma Yang smiled happily, "So how are you doing?"
Mibao had been waiting for him to ask this question, and immediately said, "Yes, it's fine. My mother is very beautiful and gentle, and she's very kind to me. And my sister..."
She rattled off a lot of words, then finally remembered something, slapped her forehead, and pulled Duan Ze over and said, "Grandpa Ma, this is my brother. He's handsome, isn't he?"
Ma Yang's expression turned slightly cold, and he nodded in agreement with Mi Bao's words, "He's handsome, but his singing is terrible."
He also watched Mibao's variety show, and many people in the factory watched it.
When Mibao was with Gu Qian, he came to visit them every day. Although his purpose was to get candy, it was also nice to have a little kid running around in front of them.
I couldn't see her for the whole summer vacation and could only see her on TV. I missed her so much.
Duan Ze looked at him, opened his mouth, but didn't dare to refute. His mind was confused and he still couldn't react to what was going on.
The old man named Mafengwo that Mi Bao mentioned, who played musical instruments and sang in the folk funeral team, was actually the famous Mr. Ma Yang?
The old Mr. Ma who is recognized as the best in the music world, proficient in all kinds of musical instruments, and can make people cry with one of his songs?
How come he is here?
Duan Ze was puzzled.
Ma Yang ignored him and took Mi Bao's seat with him. "Have you been practicing the erhu recently?"
Mibao nodded his head and said, "I practiced, but not much."
Mibao scratched his head embarrassedly.
"It's okay, just pull it and let me listen."
Mibao nodded his little head, took a small stool and sat on it, set up the erhu and started playing.
Ma Yang listened carefully and corrected her a few times.
Mibao didn't understand, and looked up at him with his black eyes blinking.
Ma Yang started to demonstrate it to her directly, and Mibao immediately followed his example, looking at him eagerly, waiting for praise!
Ma Yang couldn't help but chuckle, patted her little head and said, "Very good, you are really smart, you can learn it quickly."
Mibao was praised so much that his tail almost reached the sky.
But Duan Ze could tell at a glance that Mibao actually didn't understand these basic knowledge, she was just memorizing it by rote.
He suddenly remembered a video he had seen before. It was about a singer who had been famous for a long time and was recognized by everyone as excellent, but he scolded the singer harshly, saying that the singer played the piano badly.
Looking at his gentle appearance now, Duan Ze felt that he must have recognized the wrong person.
He shook his head and muttered "Impossible" to himself. This is absolutely impossible!
This definitely couldn't be Mr. Ma.
How could he not know how he cursed people?
Just as I was thinking about it, the band started.
Ma Yang played the erhu, standing out among all the other instruments.
The music sounded sad, until water splashed on the ground, and Duan Ze realized that he had been crying without knowing when.
He looked up blankly and saw that many people were secretly wiping away tears.
He couldn't help but look at Ma Yang, and the firm idea in his mind just now suddenly became unsteady. Isn't this really Mr. Ma?
With this look and this skill, who else can do it but him?
At this moment, some people recognized the comment.
[Is this Mr. Ma Yang?]
[Who? Who are you?]
Is this the Mr. Ma who won every major award, held numerous solo concerts, and crushed any provocative foreigners?!
Didn’t he say he was dead?
[I am Mr. Ma’s neighbor. According to gossip, he is not dead, he just disappeared suddenly.]
[I see. No, then you can't come here to play the erhu, right?]
[Upstairs, don't look down on this kind of band. Do you understand that there are masters among the common people? ]
I understand the reason, but it's still shocking.
After all, Ma Yang’s achievements are so great that so many celebrities have tried their best to become his disciples, but he ignored them. Why did he choose to come here?
And, he looks very happy...
At this time, at a concert, a top singer looked at the message sent by his assistant, suddenly stopped, bowed to the audience and said, "I'm sorry, I have something urgent to attend to. I will reimburse all your ticket fees and accommodations."
After saying this, he left in a hurry.
As he walked, he made a phone call, "Book me the fastest flight back to Cloud City."
He's going to see the teacher!
At the same time, the same scene was happening in other places...
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