The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Qiao Weidong had another meal cooked by his girlfriend Xiao Meng at home. After finishing the meal, he lay on the sofa and couldn't get up.

Fang Yifan's heart was touched again.

Xiao Meng did not doubt that he was there. After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, he said to Fang Yifan: "Your dad said that you have a strong sense of rhythm. Just give me a dance and see! If you are really talented, I recommend you to go to the art school run by my classmate." Take the cram school exam.”

Fang Yifan became energetic, looked at his surroundings, and said, "Just dance in the living room?"

Xiao Meng said to Qiao Weidong: "Old Qiao, get up quickly and help me move the coffee table away."

"I really can't move." Qiao Weidong touched his belly and said, "The food you cooked is so delicious. I just finished eating."

Fang Yifan took the initiative and said, "I'll do it!"

Seeing her boyfriend's dead look, Xiao Meng knew that she couldn't count on him, so she and Fang Yifan moved the coffee table aside to make a free space.

Then Xiaomeng turned on the TV and played a modern dance.

"You dance like what's on TV."

Fang Yifan rolled up his sleeves and started dancing to the music on the TV.

Xiao Meng didn't pay much attention at first, but seeing Fang Yifan dancing so gracefully, she couldn't help but nod in secret praise.

After the dance, Fang Yifan looked at Xiao Meng without blushing or out of breath.

"You danced well, and your movements were basically in place. There are just some flaws in some difficult movements." Xiao Meng said with a smile:
"Sing me another song!"

Fang Yifan hadn't heard anyone praise him for a long time, so he was excited to sing a cappella song "East Wind Breaks".

"Wait a minute." Xiao Meng took out her phone and called up the music.

Fang Yifan sang and danced to the music, which was a bit of amusement for himself.

A few minutes later, the music stopped, and Qiao Weidong asked Xiaomeng: "Does the child have any talent?"

Xiao Meng smiled and said: "Fanfan is very talented. With a little training, you can take the art exam. But you have studied acting. Do you know any musical instruments?"

The art exam is not just about singing and dancing! "

Fang Yifan shook his head and said: "I have never studied and I don't know how to play an instrument."

Xiaomeng frowned and said: "This is a bit of a disadvantage. I suggest you learn some simple instruments before the art exam, such as guitar, harmonica and so on."

Fang Yifan's eyes lit up and he said: "Guitar, I want to learn guitar."

"Don't you want to learn guitar and chase girls?" Qiao Weidong immediately saw through Fang Yifan's little thoughts.

Fang Yifan was not embarrassed at all, and said: "Didn't the ancients say it? My fair lady, a gentleman is so jealous. What's wrong with me chasing girls? It's wrong for me to chase boys!"

Xiaomeng said: "You have a pretty good appearance. If you learn to play the guitar, you should be very popular with girls."

Fang Yifan proudly flipped his hair and said, "I also know that I'm handsome."

Qiao Weidong laughed and said: "Just because you are so shameless, you don't have stage fright when you go on stage, so you are more suitable for pursuing the path of literature and art."

After joking for a while, Xiaomeng tried Fang Yifan's sense of music again. It didn't matter if she didn't try it, but it made her interested.

Xiaomeng discovered that Fang Yifan had a very good sense of music. No matter how noisy the environment was, he could hear the beat of the music, which gave her a guess.

"You wait for me for a while."

Xiao Meng suddenly stopped testing Fang Yifan, then took out the small stereo in the room and played two different songs on the TV at the same time.

She turned the volume to the maximum, and the two songs were strung together, making it very noisy.

"Xiaomeng, why are you playing two pieces of music? It's so noisy!" Qiao Weidong was the first one who couldn't stand it.

"Be patient for a while." Xiao Meng turned around and said to Fang Yifan:
"Sing it again along with the music on the TV."

Although Fang Yifan was surprised, he still sang.

This time there was another piece of music interfering with it, and Fang Yifan's singing was not as smooth as the first time. However, he adapted to it after more than ten seconds, and his body was still dancing in a decent way.

Xiao Meng has been paying attention to Fang Yifan, and even started playing time with her hands.

The music ended, Fang Yifan's song also stopped, and Xiao Meng stopped tapping at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Weidong saw the surprise in Xiao Meng's eyes.

"Fanfan can hit every beat correctly in a noisy environment. He may have an absolute sense of pitch."

"How do you feel?" Qiao Weidong asked in surprise.

"Absolute pitch means that you don't need to give a reference note. You can hear the name and pitch of any note you play. You can even tell the name of each note by playing a chord." Xiao Meng said.

Qiao Weidong looked confused and asked: "Does this have a very good sense of sound?"

Xiao Meng nodded and said: "Of course it's awesome. That's the superpower that all musicians dream of. There are no more than ten people in the world who have absolute pitch. There are only two known people in the country. Jay Chou is one of them."

Fang Yifan said excitedly: "Director Jay and I have the same ability?!"

Xiaomeng shook his head and said: "I'm not a music major, so I can't be sure whether you have absolute pitch. However, I have a classmate who is a famous musician in the capital. I can recommend you to go to him for a test."

Qiao Weidong said in a daze: "If Fanfan has this absolute sense of pitch, will it be good for the art exam?"

"The benefits are huge." Xiao Meng sighed: "If Fanfan really has absolute pitch, with a little training, domestic music conservatories will rush to get him."

Qiao Weidong opened his mouth in surprise, and then immediately took out his phone and called Wang Gang.

"Old Fang, you have to treat me to dinner this time!" Qiao Weidong laughed.

Wang Gang was still puzzled when he received the call, and was a little surprised to learn that Fang Yifan might have absolute pitch.

However, through Fang Yifan's performance in the TV series, it is not unacceptable that he has this absolute sense of voice.

A person with no dance background could pass the examinations of three art schools after two months of hard training and still be ranked high.

It is impossible for Fang Yifan to have no talent.

"Old Qiao, please help Xiaomeng and you find a good teacher for Fang Yifan. I'll cook for you when I come back and treat you to a meal of abalone, ginseng and wings." Wang Gang smiled into the phone.

"I've recorded what you said! Don't even think about defaulting on your debt." Qiao Weidong said with a smile.

"Once a word is made, it will be hard to follow. How can I still lie to you?"

Qiao Weidong hung up the phone with satisfaction, and then said to Xiaomeng: "Hurry up and contact that musician friend!"

Xiaomeng took out her mobile phone, walked to the side to make contact, and came back a few minutes later and said: "My friend is away from the capital for business and will come back the day after tomorrow. I agreed with him to take Fanfan for a test."

Qiao Weidong replied to Wang Gang again, and then took Fang Yifan back to Song Qian's house.

On the way, Qiao Weidong told Fang Yifan not to tell Song Qian about Xiaomeng. He stopped by the pharmacy to buy Jianweixiaoshi tablets.

Fang Yifan looked at Qiao Weidong taking medicine and asked in confusion: "Uncle Qiao, are you worried about not being able to support yourself when you are eating like this from two families?"

"When you grow up, you will understand that the food from these two families is too delicious to swallow!" Qiao Weidong sighed and continued to drive back to Shuxiang Yayuan.

As soon as Fang Yifan arrived at Song Qian's house, he called Qiao Yingzi out.

"Yingzi, Yingzi, I may have the same abilities as Jay Chou." Fang Yifan said excitedly: "What's your name?"

"Absolute sense of sound!" Qiao Weidong reminded.

"Yes, it's the absolute sense of pitch, Lao Niucha's ability!" Fang Yifan said proudly.

Qiao Yingzi didn't know what absolute pitch was, so she took out her phone and searched for it. The more she searched, the more surprised she became.

"You're the only one who still has an absolute sense of pitch, so you can't make a mistake!" Qiao Yingzi said in disgust.

"You are nakedly jealous." Fang Yifan said proudly: "I want to tell Taozi and Yidi this good news."

Fang Yifan took out his mobile phone and opened the group chat.

"Don't be so excited, there is still a test on absolute pitch." Qiao Weidong said speechlessly.

Fang Yifan didn't hear Qiao Weidong's words at all and continued typing.

Qiao Yingzi's cell phone soon popped up with notification sounds, which were messages from good friends in the group questioning Fang Yifan.

"Haha, they are just jealous." Fang Yifan said happily.

Song Qian looked at Fang Yifan who was jumping up and down, then turned to Qiao Weidong and said, "Is the art exam teacher you found reliable? Why do I feel something is wrong?"

No one believes that Fang Yifan has superhuman abilities.

In fact, Qiao Weidong didn't really believe it, mainly because he had watched Fang Yifan grow up and really didn't see anything special about him.

However, he still believed in Xiaomeng's professional ability. After all, he was a top student at the Capital Dance Academy. If he didn't trust people, he had to trust the school.

"Aren't you worried about me doing things? Fanfan is very talented even if he doesn't have an absolute sense of pitch. His teachers have said that with a little training, he will definitely be able to pass the art exam." Qiao Weidong always wanted to show off in front of Song Qian. .

Song Qian said: "No, I still have to tell Tong Wenjie about this. Letting children take the art exam is not a trivial matter. We cannot bear this responsibility."

"I've told Fangyuan, and he will definitely explain to Tong Wenjie, what are you worried about!" Qiao Weidong said nonchalantly.

"What do you know?" Song Qian rolled her eyes at Qiao Weidong and quickly reacted.

"Why are you still here? Get out of here."

Qiao Weidong said shamelessly: "I will talk to my daughter for a while."