"Who are you calling?"

Wen Liang followed the Poplar's gaze and didn't even have a ghost.

Hu Yang was a little annoyed, and after calming down a little, he felt relieved.

Fate is something that cannot be understood, and missing is the norm. Besides, sooner or later he will leave here and return to his world. Missing it may not be a bad thing.

"Have you got the key?" Hu Yang changed the topic.

Wen Liang shook the key in his hand, picked up the big bag and said, "Let's go."

Wenliang's house lives on the tenth floor, with a large flat floor of 200 square meters. The walls and floors are based on neutral colors such as white and gray. They are minimalist home decoration, empty and quiet rooms, transparent and bright light, and a very line-like design. There is no unnecessary decoration, but the owner's outstanding taste is everywhere.

"Wow, your home is decorated like an art gallery."

"My dad is an interior design and he built his own house."

After changing shoes in the foyer, Wen Liang put their shoes into the shoe cabinet and arranged them neatly.

Huyang found that every pair of shoes in the shoe cabinet was arranged neatly and meticulously.

Wen Liang explained: "My parents have a bit obsessive-compulsive disorder. In public areas, we can keep it in a little bit and go back to the house and do whatever we want."

"clear."

The guest followed the host's will, and Hu Guang silently recorded the gentle words.

"Where, this is your room."

Wen Liang took Populus to the second bedroom.

It is also minimalist style. At first glance, it seems that there is only one double bed, a blue-gray solid-color quilt cover, without any complicated or trivial patterns and patterns.

After a closer look, I found that the wardrobe and bedside table were all made into embedded styles, with the paint surface and the wall color, perfectly integrated.

"You have also seen it. There are very few things in our house. If you need anything, just tell me. You can see the lake view here."

Wen Liang opened the glass door and walked to the balcony.

Populus euphratica followed closely.

The cool breeze hits, and the chill is biting.

He tightened his collar and leaned against the railing to see the lush Yuehu Park. The crescent-shaped freshwater lake was shimmering in the cold sunlight. In the distance, there was the wide winding Liuyang River.

It's indeed a top lake view.

"It's so beautiful. My dream is to see such a beautiful scenery every day when I wake up."

There is also a girl he likes in his dream.

As soon as this thought came, the girl who was walking around in circles with Bomi suddenly flashed through Hu Yang's mind.

"It's still the same after watching it for a long time. It's not as good as the girls' apartment opposite our dormitory."

This is just like Jack Ma said that he is not interested in money. Only those who own it are qualified to be disgusted.

"Let's go, take you to another house to see."

Hu Yang followed Wen Liang to the kitchen, took a walk around the guest bathroom, and finally entered Wen Liang's room.

This kid's room is completely different from other houses. The bed is as messy as a dog's kennel. The walls are covered with game posters, clothes and shoes are thrown everywhere, and the desk is even more messy. Computers, headphones, novels, comics, clothes, socks... everything is piled up.

It is hard to imagine that two minimalists with obsessive-compulsive disorder could have such an irreverent and free-spirited son.

"Your house is so messy, can your parents bear it?"

"This is my private space, and they have no right to interfere."

Wen Liang is very honest and honest.

Huyang has no doubt about this. In his parents' style, he looks like a parent who respects his children's privacy.

He stopped in front of the bookshelf. This kid really likes games. Half of the books on the bookshelf are related to games, and even novels are game-themed.

"Can this be seen?"

He found an album.

Wen Liang nodded: "Yes, they are all beautiful photos from me before college."

When Hu Guang opened the album, the first picture was a naked bathing picture.

Opening lightning strike.

"I took it when I was two years old. OK, just take a look."

Wen Liang forced the page to turn.

From babbling to toddler, from a fat kid to a handsome guy, this photo album is the history of gentleness.

"What did this photo shoot?"

Hu Yang suddenly came across a very interesting photo. In the photo, half-large Wen Liang was wearing a traditional costume and a gorgeous face, and was performing hard on the stage.

"Ah, this is a photo of me when I was studying opera."

"You've learned opera?"

"My mother has to force me to learn."

Wen Liang sighed and talked about the past and present life of the Old Xu family.

The Xu family was originally a family of Liyuan, but they went to southern Hunan due to war in the late Qing Dynasty.

At that time, there was a local opera in southern Hunan, called "Three Little Dramas". The ancestors of the Xu family followed the local customs and improved and created the three Little Dramas in combination with the concept of Peking Opera, developed roles, and established voices, which helped the genre mature.

Entering modern times, the three small operas have a more resounding name - Huagu Opera, and the Xu family is a cultural heritage family of Hunan Huagu Opera.

When he was a gentle and gentle previous generation, Xu Yaowen, the only male man in the family, was not interested in traditional opera. His parents forced him to practice boy skills and sang, recite and do beating, and he secretly listened to Liu Wenzheng and Teresa Teng.

In order to avoid the loss of skills, Wen Liang's grandfather could only break the family rules of "passing on men but not women", give up Xu Yaowen, who was "unsuccessful", and instead trained Wen Liang's mother, Xu Wenjuan.

In the early 1980s, the unsuccessful Xu Yaowen and his relatives went to Shenzhen City. Standing at the forefront, he seized the opportunity and made a fortune.

Later, Xu Yaowen returned home in Jinyi, regained his dream of music, and opened the first live house in Changsha. He named it Xinghuo, hoping to use the power of Xinghuo to help every young man who loves music.

Xu Wenjuan inherited the skills of his ancestors and became the famous inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of Huagu Opera in southern Hunan.

After listening to Wen Liang's story, Hu Yang looked at him with admiration: "So you--"

"I don't know." Wen Liang shook his head decisively, "I only learned some fur."

"Then will the inheritance of your Xu family be cut off?"

"I was originally a foreign surname, so it's enough to have my cousin."

"Your cousin?"

"Yes, it's my cousin's daughter, I mentioned it to you before."

Hu Yang suddenly realized, he remembered that Li Yan and Fang Xiuxian were still scrambling to recognize Wen Liang as their elder brother-in-law.

"It's amazing to say that. This inheritance has been around and finally returned to my cousin's one." Wen Liang flipped the album, "Where, this is a photo of me training with my cousin. She is much more talented than me."

Wen Liang pointed to the graceful back in the photo, wearing a blue dress, dignified hair, and graceful and colorful figure.

Poplar was stunned for a moment.

Isn’t this Qingyi’s avatar?!

"Is this your cousin?" He was so shocked that he couldn't stop talking.

"Yes, have you seen it?" Wen Liang was still so keen.

"I... seem to have seen this photo online."

"Is this one? Impossible." Wen Liang flatly denied, "This was taken with film, there is no electronic record at all. You must have seen something similar. Qingyi's appearance in various operas is similar."

Absolutely not similar.

Hu Yang and Qingyi chatted almost every day, how could they not tell the difference between her avatar?
Chapter completed!