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"This Cypripedium is very meticulously taken care of." Master Song's eyes were immediately attracted by the flowers from Li Xiangling.

"I raised it myself, so I dare not get an axe in front of Uncle Song." Li Xiangling said modestly.

After a few years of raising, I entrusted my emperor to take care of my vacation. I picked it up last night.

Yun thinks that watching this pot of Cypripedium is a bit sour. Cypripedium is not as valuable as Su Guan He Ding, but it is also a rare species.

Li Xiangling is worried about her whitewashing. After all, she and Song Mian are far away from each other.

I was afraid that because of Song Mian's goodness, she would ignore the troubles of Song Mian's family, so she would come to see it as reality.

She was dating at this age and was destined not to tell her parents. Xiang Ling was afraid that she would make up for it.

This pot of scoop orchid Xiangling high school began to raise. Reading all moved from home to the imperial capital, one can imagine her favorite.

Today I thought about sending it out for Yun. Coming to a place like the Song family, general gifts cannot be delivered, and Xiang Ling doesn't want to think about being considered low.

Mr. Song listened to Li Xiangling's own cultivation, and did not buy it at a high price, so he accepted it.

Knowing that Li Xiangling's grandfather likes to grow flowers, he was happy to take them to the garden.

"My God!" Song Meng was shocked when he stepped into the Guiduoyuan, "This is too beautiful!"

Living in such a place every day is really a fairy-like day, if she could not go out all her life.

Mr. Song personally put the scoop orchid that Li Xiangling gave him to the orchid garden.

"I have never seen such a complete place for orchids." Even Li Xiangling was amazed.

Her hobby is actually raising flowers and plants, especially for orchids, but she did not expect to see such a complete range of orchids in one place during her lifetime.

Especially this garden does not know how to arrange it, the temperature in every corner is different.

Ordinary people can't feel it without particularly big changes. She is naturally sensitive to these.

Different temperatures, different soils, sun, humidity, etc., so flowers can bloom here.

"Hahahaha, I will give you a feast of flowers at noon." Master Song happily ordered Song's housekeeper.

"Really, just think about the last time in the circle of friends?" Song Meng glared.

Master Song also likes the simple and frank nature of Song Meng, nodding with a smile: "Different seasons, different flowers."

Natural dishes are also different, or Mr. Song is worried that Yun will get tired if you think about it.

"We can take a stroll around the garden, can I take pictures?" Although Song Meng was very careful, he should pay attention to it.

Such a beautiful flower is a woman who can't help but like it. She doesn't look good, but she can't help taking selfies.

"Walk around and shoot casually." Master Song didn't mind.

Yun Xiangxiang also followed along. Although he came twice, the scenery at 4 o'clock was different, and there were many differences from last time.

Song Meng couldn't stop taking selfies at all. Li Xiangling also took pictures with his mobile phone, but he took pictures of flowers or soil.

After strolling around for a while, Song An came in and said to Master Song: "Old Yuan is here."

"Xiang Ling, Meng Meng, my uncle and I went to see a Yue opera master, you..."

"I don't like to listen to dramas, you go, I'm here to watch flowers." Song Meng stated.

"I am also here with Song Meng." Li Xiangling worried that Song Meng was not serious, and damaged the flowers and plants here, so she had to stare at it.

Mr. Song asked people to stay with them and take Yun Xiang to think about it and went to the small pavilion with Song Mian.

The name of Mr. Yuan Pingqiu, the master of Yue opera, was heard in the last life of Yun.

The old gentleman in his 60s didn't have a few white hairs. Although he had heavy eye corners, he still looked young.

"Old Yuantou, this is the girl I told you to tell her to think about it." Master Song introduced to both parties, "This is Yuan Pingqiu, teacher Yuan, he is the best at Yue opera."

"It turns out to be you." Yuan Pingqiu looked at Yun thought very kindly, "My granddaughter followed you as an example, and I brought her another day, maybe I'm happy or bad."

Yuan Pingqiu's granddaughter, Yuan Yun, was a sophomore at the age of sixteen. Their Yuan family inherited the Yue drama from generation to generation. Every child, no matter whether he walks this way or not, must learn to learn.

The granddaughter has a great talent, and learning the Yue opera has captured the essence, and he likes it. But when he went to high school, he had a disagreement with the major they wanted to study in the future.

She intends to be a master of opera, but she does not want to major in Chinese studies, traditional culture, and Chinese majors in college, which is helpful to the major of opera.

When the liberal arts and sciences were divided into subjects, they chose to take the science department without telling everyone that they wanted to take the exam.

Every time I think of Yun to block her father and mother, saying: You can just look at others as actors, why can't I sing?

Yuan Pingqiu said this, and Master Song and Yun thought they both laughed.

"I never interfere with what she learns, as long as she does not forget the skills she has learned." Yuan Pingqiu is very enlightened.

"Why did you forget? The things you learned from childhood are carved into your bones." Yun thinks that he probably understands Yuan Yun best.

Some things really do not need to waste time to learn, it does not mean that they have reached the highest level.

Rather, he clearly realized that the level he could reach was better at this time, instead of taking a different path, he could open up his mind.

Blindly digging through the alley, not only will you get mad, but also waste your time with nothing.

"Suddenly you want to learn Yue opera, in order to film?" Yuan Pingqiu felt that in addition to filming, it was impossible for a little girl who had never been in contact with Yue opera to take the time to study in a busy school.

"Yuan Laohui's eyes are as great as a torch." Yun thought a little embarrassedly, "I just need a drama for a movie, and I won't be able to learn for a long time. You can recommend me a teacher with ample time."

Yun thinks that she really dares not work, and she can report on time in the past few days.

She was very worried that Yuan Lao felt that she was learning to be happy, and she did not take Yue Opera at all.

For the Yue opera master obsessed with Yue opera, this is undoubtedly a blasphemy against his heritage.

"I am the most leisurely in my theater." Yuan Pingqiu said with a smile.

He really didn't lie to Yun to think about it. When he was old, he basically didn't go on stage, and the theater was also handed over to his son.

He is now an idle man who plays with his grandson and retires.

"Don't be nervous, I understand your difficulties." Yuan Pingqiu, who is so old, has never seen anything, "You tell me what time you have."

When it came to this part, Yun could only think about it and said: "I still have to shoot tomorrow, and I will start school after shooting..."

Therefore, she can only learn while studying.

"It's easy to handle, you move to Song Zhai's residence." Master Song turned around and said to Yuan Pingqiu, "It's cheaper for you."