"Little comrade, I've said so much, please don't mind! Can you sing that part for me again?"
Old Chen is greedy for opera. Just like what the middle-aged man He Yan said, he used to rely on the radio to satisfy his cravings, but how could the radio be as good as real singing?
Manman: “Okay!”
Manman agreed to sing, and Old Chen instructed He Yan to get him a stool, while asking his granddaughter Chen Jingsi to prepare tea for him.
Manman has just started singing, so there is no need to do any further preparation now.
He started singing right away.
The difference is that there are only a few people in Mr. Chen’s box, so it can be full and there can be more action.
Just this action made Old Chen so excited that he almost went up to sing and fight with Manman.
When the song ended, Old Chen stood up and asked excitedly, "You... who is your master?!"
Manman: "Yu Junhan!"
"It turned out to be him, no wonder, no wonder..." Old Chen became more and more excited.
His granddaughter Chen Jingsi immediately stepped forward and said, "Grandpa, don't get too excited. Your health is more important!"
Mr. Chen: "Why would I care about my body?"
"I know you heard a good song, but if you don't take care of your health, you may not be able to hear it next time!"
The little girl spoke very bluntly, but Mr. Chen was not angry.
Instead, he took advantage of the situation and said, "Well, I can't get excited anymore. I need to take good care of my body!"
"Young comrade, where are you from? Where are you going?" asked Mr. Chen.
Manman: "I'm going back to the capital, and I'll get off when I pass by the provincial capital!"
"Grandpa, he is on a different path from us!" Chen Jingsi said.
"Of course we took different routes. We went south and he went north. How could they be the same?" said Old Chen.
"Then you won't be able to hear him sing?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but once he did, the expression on Mr. Chen's face turned ugly.
He even looked a little aggrieved.
Apart from those in that circle, he rarely encountered drama enthusiasts like Mr. Chen. He asked, "Do you have a tape recorder?"
"No!" Old Chen shook his head, "I only have a radio!"
"You can use a tape recorder to record and listen to it later. But the current environment is not good.
So, you give me an address, and when I return to the capital and have a better environment, I will record a few songs for you."
"Okay! Young comrade, you are a good person. I hope to see you in more movies in the future!" said Mr. Chen.
"Thanks!"
Manman got the address and sang a song for Mr. Chen before leaving.
When he left, Old Chen's eyes seemed to be glued to him, reluctant to leave. Even when the door of the carriage was closed, he was reluctant to take his gaze away.
"Grandpa, come back to your senses! Everyone has left!" Chen Jingsi stretched out his hand and swept in front of Grandpa Chen again and again.
"You little girl, you have no respect for your elders!" Old Chen glared at his granddaughter, but from his tone, he couldn't tell that he was unhappy at all.
"Hehe, in front of grandpa, I am the youngest, how can I be disrespectful!" Chen Jingsi said.
"I won't talk to you anymore, you're just sweet-talking! By the way, what do you think of the kid just now?" Old Chen asked his granddaughter.
"It's pretty good, good-looking, good character, and even better singing!" said Chen Jingsi.
"Really? How come such a good child is not a member of our Chen family?" Old Chen shook his head and sighed.
Chen Jingsi: "How about I go and call him back and tell him you want to adopt him as your grandson?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Do you think he's someone who would just casually claim someone as his grandpa?"
Chen Jingsi shook her head, "No!"
"That's it, isn't it? I'm just waiting for him to send me that tape!"
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