"Okay, I'm glad you have this intention!" said Mr. Lu with a smile on his face.
Seeing that Mr. Lu was not angry, Manman breathed a sigh of relief.
"Grandpa Zeng, what do you think of my singing?"
"Very good! Even though you are my great-grandson, I won't lie. I think even your teacher can't find any fault with you."
Manman looked at Li Jinfeng, "Mom, what about you?"
"If your great-grandfather, an expert, says there's no problem, then there really is no problem! And even as a layman listening to it, I feel my blood boiling and can't help but hum a few lines along with you." Li Jinfeng said.
After she finished speaking, fearing she might misunderstand, she added, "Don't think I usually like to listen to tapes from Hong Kong, but I don't listen to opera much. Actually, I really like opera, but unfortunately I can't tell the difference between good and bad, and I don't want to show off my skills in front of you professionals!"
Li Jinfeng's words made Manman, who was originally a little worried, no longer worried at all.
"Mom, I always thought you were..."
"Don't I like it?" Li Jinfeng blinked.
How could she not understand her own son?
"kindness!"
"Silly son, how could I not like it! I, your mother, have a wide range of interests. I like movies, football games, opera, math, physics and the like. I just am not good at them! Because I am not good at them, I don't usually come into contact with them."
Manman nodded heavily, "Then I'll teach you when I have time!"
Li Jinfeng: “…”
Li Jinfeng wanted to say that she was very busy, but she was afraid of discouraging her son's enthusiasm.
So I agreed reluctantly, just to cultivate my hobby!
"Then I'll go mail the tape after lunch?" Manman asked.
"OK!"
After having lunch at Lu's house, Manman went to the post office.
He followed Li Jinfeng's advice and put the tape in a box and wrapped it in old newspapers.
I sent it to the address left by Mr. Chen.
During Labor Day, Mr. Chen received a lot of tapes sent by Manman.
At first, the Chen family didn’t know what it was, and because they couldn’t confirm its safety, they asked someone to open it.
After opening the layers of packaging and seeing the tapes inside, everyone was stunned.
It was Chen Jingsi who recalled the many things that had happened on the train, so he ran to his grandfather with the tape in hand, as if to take credit for it.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, there's a letter from Lu Tengfei!"
Only people who are familiar with the name will call it Manman.
"land……"
"Oh, that's the young comrade who sings Peking Opera so well!"
When the topic of Peking Opera was brought up, Mr. Chen immediately stood up and asked, "What tape did he send me?"
"Wow, Grandpa, you're so smart, it's the tape!"
"Oh my, let me see it!" Old Chen said impatiently.
Chen Jingsi handed the tape to her grandfather.
"Quick, quick, find my tape recorder."
In order to fill up this tape, Mr. Chen asked someone to find a tape recorder for him as soon as he returned to Yuecheng.
But fortunately, there is nothing he cannot get if he asks for it.
Soon, Chen Jingsi helped him find the tape.
Put the tape into the recorder and press the play button.
After a while, Peking opera began to sound inside, even with music.
Mr. Chen listened to the tape and didn't even eat.
The people below were extremely anxious.
Even Chen Jingsi's father came to see.
"Dad, don't worry about you and Mom. You don't know my grandpa. When has he ever stopped playing Peking Opera on the radio?"
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