Chapter 11

Wang Yiyi shrugged. Before Hao Meng finished, he had raised his legs and jumped into the car.

It was originally a sports car. The place was not rich. Wang robbed the middle one in the back, and there was almost no place on both sides!

The two boys dared not say anything, so they had to say angrily, "forget it, let's drive by ourselves!"

"No, it's so boring. There are so many people!" Wang Jie glanced at them and said, "what's the matter? I'm afraid my rustic atmosphere will infect you? "

At a glance, the two guys quickly denied: "no, no, we're not afraid to squeeze you!" With that, he had to bite the bullet and get on the bus. They dare not squeeze Wang Jie, so they can only sit on their sides with half their hips. When they arrive at the Grand Theater, half of their bodies are numb!

They looked at each other speechless. They wanted to pick up girls, but they became Wang Jie's human flesh chair.

After entering the theater, there were already a large number of people, but it was the rich. Hao Meng's seats were relatively front.

"You go there, you can't understand anyway!" Hao Meng angrily pointed to the seat on the edge and whispered, "our seat cost a lot. Lord Ouyang will sign for us later. Stay away from me at that time. Don't say you know me, otherwise..."

"Or what?" Wang Jie doesn't care.

Hao Meng lightly raised her mouth, revealed two small tiger teeth, and said with a sly smile, "otherwise I'll tell my mother if you insult me. Do you think she'll tear you to pieces."

At the thought of Yuan Yafang's mean face, Wang Jie immediately responded. He walked aside wisely and sat alone.

Hao Meng snorted proudly and thought you were a fool. It seems that hooligans are also afraid of shrews!

"Keng..."

"Keng..."

Just then, suddenly, a melodious piano came, and everyone in the theater immediately quieted down.

The curtain slowly opened. A man in ancient costume held an ancient Qin in front of him, and eight actors holding various musical instruments surrounded it in a circle.

Obviously, this man is the protagonist of today's national music club.

"Lord Ouyang, Lord Ouyang, Lord Ouyang..."

There were bursts of shouts in the theater. Wang Jie looked around and shouted at young girls by pulling their necks!

"Is he Ouyang Han?"

"Besides Lord Ouyang, who else can have such a big Aura!"

"How handsome!"

"Alas, it's a pity. They have a girlfriend and are still the eldest miss of the Chu family."

Wang Jie was sleepy because he tossed about all night last night, so he had to lean against the corner and doze off. Between dazed and staring, Wang Jie heard the clank, clang and babbling on the stage. Judging from the sound, the sound of Qin is the main, followed by Gu se, pipa, erhu, flute and Harp

I don't know how long later, the theater suddenly burst into thunderous applause.

Wang Kai opened his eyes and saw the people above bowing. It seems that the performance is over.

"Lord Ouyang, Lord Ouyang..."

The girls in the first few rows began to step on the switch and shout, including Hao Meng and her colorful best friend, who have the highest voice.

Maybe their voices really attracted Ouyang Han. The standard handsome guy with long legs smiled proudly, took the signature pen handed by the host, and really walked towards this row!

"Lord Ouyang!"

As if they had been received by the emperor, Hao Meng and the colorful head sister almost fainted with excitement!

Wang Jie couldn't laugh or cry. He shook his head and was ready to get up and get out of the aisle. He went out first!

But just then, I suddenly heard a slightly sarcastic voice behind me: "the man in the loophole shirt stop!"

Wang was stunned and turned around. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Han was staring at himself.

"Me?"

"It's you!" Ouyang Han glanced at Wang Zhai and said coldly, "I noticed you when I was performing just now. You slept at my national music meeting. See me coming, you still choose to go away? Excuse me, don't you know me? "

As soon as Ouyang Han's voice fell, all the audience was angry.

Wang Jie didn't expect that it would be a terrible mistake to squint and rest in the corner.

"Sorry!" Wang Jie smiled bitterly, nodded and turned to go.

Hao Meng, who brought Wang Jie in, was embarrassed and angry. They stood by and watched Wang Jie, eager to sew him out.

"Since you don't know Chinese music, don't waste my ticket." Ouyang Han looked at Wang Jie's back, suddenly raised his decibel and shouted, "my music is not for those illiterate mud legs. I doubt whether you can afford my ticket, or your ticket is stolen at all!"

Wang Jie wanted to leave, but Ouyang Han was aggressive, which made him stand there again and turn his head coldly!

"What are you looking at? Am I wrong? Can you afford 3801 tickets? " Ouyang Han sneered, shook his head and said, "the national music brings people enjoyment. You look like a mourning face. Is there a funeral at home? "

Ouyang Han's words suddenly stabbed Wang Jie, who didn't care.

"Yes, there is a funeral in our family!" Wang robbed and came back. As he walked, he smiled and said seriously, "but it has nothing to do with you. It's your national music club. That's the same thing! The performance is average and the arrangement is average. It's a bit like a funeral band. "

"What are you talking about?" Unexpectedly, Wang Jie's words seemed to poke a hornet's nest. The whole first row suddenly stood up six or seven gray haired old women.

"My God? Isn't this Professor Mei and Mr. Cheng? "

"Yes, these are old professors of Yuncheng Conservatory of music!"

"I heard that they arranged today's national music meeting in person! And Ouyang Han is their master! "

"This boy is unlucky. It's death to slander the master!"

The crowd talked. Several old men and women came over with a black face and said loudly, "say it again?"

Wang Zhai smiled and said politely, "what's the matter? A thousand listeners have a thousand symphonies of fate. I say it's average, can't it? "

"OK, you can say, but go home. This is my territory!" Ouyang Han was already angry and raised his finger to Wang jienao: "you poor trash in cheap clothes, do you also deserve comment music?"

"Hehe, Yu Boya doesn't think Zhong Ziqi is a woodcutter. What are you?" Wang Jiyi shrugged and said, "frankly, you don't play very well! Several old men, in order to highlight you, let you be the main voice, there's nothing wrong. However, the national music pays attention to being happy and trusting all the music, and your piano takes the lead from the beginning, and the tone and rhythm completely overwhelm others. In particular, when the harp and the harp are in harmony, but you completely leave the sound of the ancient harp behind, which destroys the appeal of the whole music. Therefore, you are just a skilled tool! "

Ouyang Han was so angry that he wanted to hit people. He looked up at the private room upstairs. There sat Chu Qian, the eldest miss of the Chu family. Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity of his national music club to formally propose an engagement to Chu Qian. Unexpectedly, he met such an asshole!

"Ouyang, don't worry!" Several old men held the stage for him, stared at Wang Jie and said, "yellow mouthed child, everyone can say that you have kung fu in your mouth. Boy, why don't you perform a song for everyone, even hum an ancient song. If anyone here says you hum well, we old Dong worship you as a teacher. Of course, if the whole audience is silent, hehe, it's not difficult for you. You come here every day this month to clean the table and clean the toilet! "

Wang Jie was stunned. He suddenly remembered a scene. The last picture of leaving the Wang family eight years ago, the big aunt with dark eyes threw everything in her room into the fire, including her six hole flute toy.

"OK, I should." Wang Jie smiled and said indifferently, "however, if I get lucky, I don't need you to worship me. Please don't come here again to defile the national music!"

"Ha ha!" Ouyang Han laughed wildly and spread his hand to the people around him: "do you hear me? He also talks about national music! Talking about national music is the biggest insult to national music. "

Wang Jie didn't think so. He said to the actor holding Xiao, "can you lend me a hand?"

The actor didn't dare to make the decision and looked carefully at some old men and women.

"Give it to him!" One of the old ladies smiled and said, "three years of pipe, ten years of flute, and one erhu broke her waist. Boy, before you play, you need to know that the flute is blowing vertically! Ha ha! "

The crowd burst into laughter.

Wang Jie took the flute, leaned over and smiled at the old lady in a low voice: "aunt, I have no experience, but you are experienced!"

The old woman was stunned. Suddenly, her face was red, and the angry way was "dirty!" Little thing, in order to make you die speechless, you can choose these actors to accompany you! "

"No! Great music will be easy, and the sound will be simple. Forget it, I tell you you don't understand! " Wang Jie smiled contemptuously, relaxed and went up to the windowsill. From here, I just saw the vast Yuncheng lake not far away.

"Hey, are you going to jump out of here crying when you jump up the window?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to jump into the lake!"

"Do you think he's going to play the flute? It's like a lively monkey playing with bananas! "

"Ha ha!"

"Woo..."

In a mockery, suddenly, there was a sob, like the night wind around the tree. They couldn't help beating a spirit. The old woman who just spoke tightened her whole body and sat in a chai