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Chapter 753 Rehearsal of Peking Opera 1
In a secluded corridor in the hospital, Hu Youyou and An Yijun stood facing each other. The former's eyes widened after hearing what the latter said.

"What? Sing Peking Opera?" She kept waving her hands, shaking her head again and again, "Isn't this too difficult? How can I sing?"

"I counted it. The total length of the song is 49 minutes and [-] seconds. You should listen to it first, and then try to sing it. If you really can't..."

He frowned, and continued: "Then I can only play the original sound sung by my grandfather. It's a pity that the recording is too old after all, so I haven't preserved it properly."

The little cat took the headset and listened for a while, and found that there were indeed too many noises. If it was specially amplified to listen, the flaws would be even more serious.

"How about playing Mei Lanfang's song? That must be better preserved." Just as Hu Youyou finished speaking, the boy opposite directly shook his head and said "No".

He said he had done a comparison, and his grandfather's Cheng Xue'e sang more towards Hua Dan, with a delicate and sweet voice, more feminine and charming, while Mei Lanfang's sang was more towards Tsing Yi, with a majestic and thick singing voice, mostly true tones.

According to An Yijun, if a connoisseur like her grandmother who often listens to dramas directly uses Mei Lanfang's singing, the person who thinks of it must be Mei Lanfang herself, so why would she think it's her grandfather?
"But..." Maomao expressed her worry, "It's because Grandma Lin is a knowledgable singer. If I, a layman who knows nothing, sings, I will definitely not think of it as your grandpa."

"Really?" His brows and eyes were bent, and his eyes showed a bit of appreciation. An Yijun said seriously, "But why do I think you can sing well? Xiaoyuzi, you...in fact, you have a lot of potential that you don't know about."

Is this going to brainwash her and feed her chicken soup?Maomao thought to herself, did she know she couldn't do it?Although I know it is chicken soup, but having said that, the taste of this chicken soup is really good.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "Okay, I'll try my best, and when I learn it, I'll sing it for you, but the words are up front, if you can't sing well, don't blame me."

Now that he agreed to help, that night, Hu Youyou began to search for information, wanting to see how others taught themselves to sing Peking Opera.

After finding out that listening was more important than singing in the early stages of learning to sing, she even secretly wore earplugs while doing homework, listening to Grandpa An Yijun's aria.

Jiang Enwei at the same table was puzzled. Seeing that she ignored her in order to listen to the music, she snatched her earplugs angrily and said, "I want to listen. What are you listening to so engrossed?"

Having said that, she stuffed the snatched earplugs into her ears, and the next second, her brows were tightly frowned, and Jiang Enwei said in amazement, "What are you listening to?"

"Isn't it strange to see it? This is a Beijing opera, and the excerpt is from a classic piece of "The Phoenix Returns to the Nest" by Mei Lanfang." She explained to herself, "Mu Juyi is a handsome young man, and this passage is about beauty. Cheng Xue'e's mental activity when she peeked at him from behind the curtain..."

I want to say more, but was interrupted by Jiang Enwei hastily: "Wait, wait, what I'm curious about is not what is sung in this song, I'm wondering how you can listen to this kind of song so well?"

"Why can it be? Of course I want to learn it. When I learn it, Enwei, please help me listen." Hu Youyou said carelessly.

(End of this chapter)