Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

After seeing Secretary Yang off, the gathering of educated youth continued.

Cheng Jianjun glanced at Han Chunming and walked towards the piano in the banquet hall.

"Brothers and sisters, I will now play a song for you called 'Night on the outskirts of Five Seas Port'."

"it is good!"

"Is there any student willing to sing a song for everyone? I will accompany her."

"I remember that seventeen years ago when we had a gathering of educated youth, the female classmate who sang sang very beautifully. Didn't she come?"

"Yes, I remember that Cheng Jianjun also played the accompaniment, and this female classmate sang with a voice as beautiful as a lark."

Han Chunming smiled and said, "Brothers and sisters, my wife can't come today because of something, so you won't be able to hear her singing."

"Your wife?"

"Yes, my wife, my childhood sweetheart who grew up in the same courtyard."

I heard that they were having a gathering of educated youth today, and Su Meng was originally planning to come.

There were some urgent matters to deal with at her company, so she went to the company to handle them.

"Humph."

Cheng Jianjun glanced at Han Chunming. If it weren't for this guy, Su Meng would have been his wife. Let's see how he will make Han Chunming look bad in public again.

"I come."

A female comrade went on stage to sing, and Cheng Jianjun played the piano accompaniment.

Yang Yukun said with a smile: "Brother Xiaowu, Cheng Jianjun will probably attack you first."

"I was just worried about finding an excuse to get him to take the fight, but now I don't have to."

Han Chunming knew Cheng Jianjun very well. He would definitely make trouble for him first and force him to bow his head and call him "master" again like he did seventeen years ago.

Unfortunately, this guy had planned everything, but he didn't expect that he could play the piano.

Seventeen years ago, I knew nothing and thought Cheng Jianjun was really good at playing the piano. But now it seems that he is so amateurish, even worse than a kid who has learned for one or two years.

Mao Tutu nudged Han Chunming and said, "How about it? Are you ready to get back the place you left behind?"

"Just wait and see how I'm going to make him bow his head this time."

Yang Huajian said, "This guy plays the piano well, Chunming, are you sure?"

"Not bad at all, just an amateur among amateurs. When my buddy comes on stage, you'll know what a piano master is."

"If you get screwed today, I will laugh at you for the rest of my life."

"There's no chance of the boat capsizing. I can let him win with one hand even with my eyes closed."

Han Chunming just looked down upon Cheng Jianjun's piano playing skills. From a professional point of view, this guy's piano playing was totally useless.

This can't be called performance, it's just playing the piano randomly. If you catch an old hen and put it on the piano keys and jump a few times, the piano playing will be more charming than this guy's.

"it is good……!"

"Student Luo Min, I didn't expect you to sing so well."

"Cheng Jianjun's shots are also good."

"Thank you."

When the song was over, everyone applauded, and Yang Yukun followed suit.

Cheng Jianjun did not leave the stage. He looked at Han Chunming and said, "Chunming, what do you think of my performance?"

"Here it comes." Yang Yukun, Yang Huajian, Mao Ditu and others sat up straight. The show was about to begin.

Others also turned their eyes to Han Chunming and Yang Huajian.

They were all present at the educated youth reunion seventeen years ago, and they all knew what happened at the reunion.

Under everyone's gaze, Han Chunming put down his chopsticks and glanced at Cheng Jianjun: "Student Luo Min sang very well, but it's a pity that the accompaniment was a bit amateurish, too amateurish, the most amateur of amateurs."

Except for Yang Yukun, Yang Huajian and Mao Ditu, everyone else was surprised to hear Han Chunming say this.

Han Chunming said this to offend Cheng Jianjun to death.

Some people also think that Han Chunming is arrogant. Does he know piano?
"Amateur?" Cheng Jianjun laughed when he heard this. This was the effect he wanted: "Chunming, do you know what you are talking about? How come you only remember food but not beatings?

Have you forgotten that seventeen years ago, you called me "Grandpa" in front of everyone?

We have known each other for a long time. We grew up in the same courtyard. You have been tone-deaf since childhood and can't even sing a complete song. Do you have the qualifications to evaluate my piano playing level?

If you have the guts, go up and play one. You are not a hero if you only talk but don’t practice.”

Han Chunming stood up and asked: "What will you say if I make a noise when I play the piano today?"

“Do you think playing the piano is like beating cotton? If you can play a complete piece of music, I will call you Master, and I will crush this piano into pieces and eat it bit by bit in front of everyone.

If you can't play it, you have to call me Master again, just like you did seventeen years ago."

Playing the piano is not like playing with cotton. Han Chunming is tone-deaf, and Cheng Jianjun really doesn't believe that he can play the piano. Today, Han Chunming is the one who is called "Master".

"Okay!" Han Chunming said, "Everyone listen, Cheng Jianjun just said that if I, Han Chunming, can play a song on this piano, he will call me master and even eat this piano."

Everyone cheered: "Good...!"

"Grandson, wait." Han Chunming pointed at Cheng Jianjun and went on stage and sat in front of the piano.

Cheng Jianjun showed a sneer on his face, didn't look at Han Chunming again, sat back in his seat and picked up the wine glass.

At this moment, a pleasant piano sound reached everyone's ears. Cheng Jianjun was so shocked that he spilled half of the wine in his hand and looked at Han Chunming in astonishment.

"Good...!" Mao Tutu took the lead in applauding, and the others also applauded.

“How is this possible? How is this possible…!” Cheng Jianjun panicked.

He and Han Chunming grew up together and are as close as a pair.

After they came back from queue jumping, the two of them had a complete falling out because of Su Meng.

He knew Han Chunming very well, how could Han Chunming play the piano!

"I understand, Han Chunming, you are really awesome." Cheng Jianjun is not a fool and he quickly figured out the reason.

It must have been at the educated youth gathering seventeen years ago that he forced Han Chunming to call him "Grandpa" in public, and then Han Chunming went to learn the piano just to avenge himself!
Even if he didn't take the initiative to provoke Han Chunming today, this guy would find an excuse to retaliate against him.

How cruel.

I've known him for so many years, but I didn't expect that Han Chunming would be so vindictive.

Just for that trivial thing that happened back then, I even went to learn piano and endured it for seventeen years. Is it that necessary?

"I would like to present to you a piece of 'Butterfly Lovers'. Due to time constraints, I will only play the first part first. I will play the whole piece for you when there is a chance."

When everyone was listening attentively, Han Chunming suddenly stopped playing.

The whole piece of "Butterfly Lovers" is nearly thirty minutes long. He only played the first part which tells about friendship, school life and separation. As for the second part about Yingtai resisting the marriage and the third part about her transformation into a butterfly, he did not continue playing.

"Papa..."

"Thank you." Han Chunming looked at Cheng Jianjun and said, "Call me grandpa."

Everyone looked at Cheng Jianjun. Although they were not professionals, they could hear the difference between Cheng Jianjun and Han Chunming.

There is no doubt that Cheng Jianjun lost this contest.

"Han Chunming, you are so despicable."

"I'm mean?" Han Chunming laughed. "Everyone is watching. If I don't play a song on the piano today, will I have to call you "Master" like I did 17 years ago?"

Mao Tutu said, "Cheng Jianjun, you have to admit defeat. We are all adults, so hurry up."

"My hair has turned white waiting for you. If you don't want to call me that, forget it. It's the same as you admitting that you are not a man."

"Han Chunming, don't go too far!"

"I went too far. Seventeen years ago, have you ever thought about how far you went?"

"It's been seventeen years. Do you really need to do that?"

"As for that, everyone is waiting to hear you call me grandpa, so stop wasting time."

Looking at everyone's teasing looks, Cheng Jianjun really wanted to just leave.

But if he really leaves, his influence will be completely ruined, and everyone will say that he, Cheng Jianjun, is a person who can't afford to lose.

He will remember this grudge today, and sooner or later he will get revenge.

"Master!"

"Comfortable."

When Han Chunming heard Cheng Jianjun calling him "Grandpa", he felt refreshed and the haze from seventeen years ago was swept away.

"You're leaving now? Didn't you say you were going to eat the piano?" Mao Tutu shouted when he saw Cheng Jianjun turning around and leaving.

Unfortunately, Cheng Jianjun had already quickly walked out of the banquet hall and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"I wanted to see this guy perform piano-eating, but this guy ran so fast."

"Brother Xiaowu, Brother Jian, Brother Tu, I am leaving too."

The excitement was over, and there was nothing else to watch. Yang Yukun said hello to Han Chunming, Yang Huajian and Mao Ditu and left.

Yang Yukun was so busy watching the fun that he didn't eat enough. After returning home, he made a big bowl of noodles for himself and Black Panther respectively.

As it was getting dark, Yang Yukun received a call from Han Chunming, asking him to go to the KTV to sing and drink.

The gathering of educated youth has ended. Han Chunming is very happy today as he has avenged the fact that Cheng Jianjun made him call him "grandfather".

When Yang Yukun arrived at the Xidan headquarters of Fangge KTV, Han Chunming was holding a microphone and singing.

No wonder Cheng Jianjun said he had been tone-deaf since childhood, and his singing was indeed not good. (End of this chapter)