0p0 Chapter 184: Old Age Concerns
Chapter 184: Old Age Concerns
Guan Xiaoyang sang the Huangmei Opera classic "The Female Prime Minister".
The reason why classics are classics is that as soon as the singer opens his mouth, the listeners can automatically match the taste.
The lyrics and tune are so familiar that even those who can't sing can hum a few lines.
Guan Xiaoyang had obviously practiced the play "The Female Prime Minister" to perfection, so that even Lin Qinglan, a layman, agreed from the bottom of her heart that this was how it should be sung.
Lin Qinglan sat in her seat and swayed her head to the tune. She felt that she had reached the age where her bloodline had awakened, and she began to understand her uncle and aunt, and to become an uncle and aunt to them.
I suddenly understood how carefree the rich kids in ancient costume dramas were when they sat on chairs and listened to operas, and when they invited the opera troupe to their home to set up the stage.
She is only in her 20s and has such high tastes. I dare not think about the future...
Lin Qinglan admired it beautifully, and when she looked up, she met a pair of warm and admiring eyes. It was Aunt Lu whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
Aunt Lu also saw her and waved at her.
Lin Qinglan subconsciously stood up and wanted to open the door to let Aunt Lu in.
Aunt Lu shook her head and pointed at Guan Xiaoyang who was singing, "Don't be anxious, just listen quietly."
It was as if this was not an office. Guan Xiaoyang's singing voice pulled them into a theater with red curtains.
There were only her and Aunt Lu in the audience, but they were very close to Guan Xiaoyang, allowing her to clearly feel the emotions contained in every sentence he sang.
This is the charm of opera. As soon as the play begins, it has the magic to make people listen quietly.
Guan Xiaoyang was wearing casual clothes and no makeup, but it didn't look out of place at all. When he stood there, people felt that he was the female emperor's consort.
Even without lights and stage.
After Guan Xiaoyang finished singing, Lin Qinglan was still not satisfied and praised sincerely: "You sang really well."
Guan Xiaoyang lowered his head embarrassedly.
"Youth are formidable, young man, you must persevere." Aunt Lu pushed the door open and extended her hand to Guan Xiaoyang.
Lin Qinglan was about to introduce them when she realized that they seemed to know each other.
Aunt Lu saw her confusion and explained, "I have watched this child grow up. I am of the same generation as his grandparents."
According to Aunt Lu, Guan Xiaoyang's family has been performing operas for generations, and he is also the only inheritor of a local opera.
He was determined to promote opera, so he formed a troupe of young people.
"The opera is in a period of transition. The old ones like us can't sing anymore. Most of those who can perform on stage have left because they can't make money. The rest are immature. Young people like him who are determined to pursue the path of opera are very valuable."
"Xiaoyang, Principal Lin is a person who values talent and makes good use of it. It's a very good choice for you to stay here."
Aunt Lu gives sincere advice to the younger generation.
Guan Xiaoyang also looked at her expectantly.
Lin Qinglan was quite satisfied with him. She had interviewed several people before, but they were either half-baked or put on airs.
Although Guan Xiaoyang is young, he is extremely sincere and capable.
As usual, after asking a few questions about the problems encountered in teaching the elderly and his teaching ideas, Lin Qinglan decided to arrange a trial class for Guan Xiaoyang first.
This is a necessary process for new teachers to join the company at the beginning of this semester. Feedback from uncles and aunts is also an important reference for determining whether new courses should be opened.
After Guan Xiaoyang left, Lin Qinglan took Aunt Lu for a stroll around the campus.
“Aunt Lu, did you come here specially today?”
"Xiaoyang's grandmother asked me to do this, but I know you are a fair person and will not let my presence affect the interview. Xiaoyang is also capable and I have confidence in him."
Aunt Lu stroked the tree that seemed to have grown taller, and said with emotion: "I came here today mainly because I miss school and everyone. I haven't been home for several months."
Aunt Lu's Alzheimer's disease has stabilized and she rarely gets sick, but she doesn't dare go back to school, fearing that a sudden attack would scare everyone.
After she fell ill, she would say one or two words to everyone she met: "You must take care of yourself."
She held Lin Qinglan's hand and warned: "Principal Xiao Lin, I won't say anything extra. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. You have done a good job."
"Don't worry, Aunt Lu." Lin Qinglan looked at the worry in Aunt Lu's eyes and agreed readily.
"A vice-principal will be selected from among the teachers soon, and then my pressure will be much less."
"You must also take good care of yourself. We will wait for you to come back."
Although they knew that the hope was slim, no one would give up hope.
……
On the other hand, Aunt Wen discovered that Uncle Fan had been avoiding her these days.
Normally, Uncle Fan would come to pick her up after class and wait at the door of the square dance classroom early. But these past few days, he would trot upstairs after Aunt Wen came out.
He seems to be very busy and can never be found.
The same was true during meals; Uncle Fan would always finish his meal in a hurry and disappear without a trace.
Aunt Wen felt awkward. Before they got married, Uncle Fan always stuck to her and they were inseparable. Why did Uncle Fan seem like a different person in the past few days? Could it be that he had some “old age worries”?
But Aunt Wen would not keep silent about the internal conflicts. She took decisive action and grabbed Old Fu and Uncle Li, who were also behaving suspiciously and sneakily.
Straight to the point: "Tell me, what are you guys plotting?"