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Years are not forgiving.

"grandfather!"

Hu Yibao shouted, and while speaking, took off his mask and sunglasses.

Hu Chang looked at Hu Yibao, walked over quickly, looked him up and down, and said with a satisfied smile.

"My eldest grandson is really getting more and more handsome."

Hu Chang has always been aware of Hu Yibao's affairs, and in the chats with his friends, he also mentions Hu Yibao from time to time.

But later, Hu Chang didn't expect that Hu Yibao would become a big star, and he was a top-notch one. In order to better understand Hu Yibao, Hu Chang even changed his mobile phone from an elderly phone to a smart phone.

It took a long time to learn how to play scarf, read news, and watch short videos.

"Haha," Hu Yibao smiled, "Grandpa, your bones are getting tougher."

An old man in his fifties walking behind Hu Chang said to Hu Yibao with a smile.

"You are Brother Hu's eldest grandson, you are really handsome, and you have become a big star."

Regarding Hu Yibao, Chen Jianguo would hear his senior brother mention it every day.

"My eldest grandson released a new song."

"It's my oldest grandson's album."

"Whoever you go to see a movie, my grandson filmed it, I'll treat you."

You know, Hu Chang is now one of the Eight Great Masters of Peking Opera. Although he can't make much money, his status is still there.

Chen Jianguo couldn't restrain his curiosity for a person he showed off every day, so he took the initiative to follow him to have a look.

Hu Chang introduced, "This is my junior brother, you can just call him Grandpa Chen."

Hu Yibao immediately said, "Grandpa Chen is good."

Chen Jianguo who said this was full of joy in his heart, and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay!"

"Go ahead and talk about it!"

Entered the Luochen Hotel.

Hu Yibao looked around. It was all festive inside and out, and the guests were all wearing formal dresses. It seemed that this rich man was also a very particular person.

"The show is on the fourth floor."

In the elevator, Hu Chang said to Hu Yibao.

"There is about an hour left, it's our turn to play."

"Grandpa, which one will you sing this time?" Hu Yibao asked with a smile.

Hu Yibao currently has the professional skills of the God of Opera, and any opera in Huaxia today is within his reach.

If possible.

Hu Yibao also thought about going on stage and singing a few lines.

"Farewell My Concubine," Hu Chang said.

this track.

Hu Yibao is familiar with it, and he also went to the most classic opera among Peking operas.

"When will you appear?" Hu Yibao asked.

Chen Jianguo said with a smile, "The second to last, the finale."

Although Peking Opera is a bit lonely nowadays, its status is still there, and it is still the finale.

"Very good!" Hu Yibao said with a smile.

The elevator went to the fourth floor.

"I'll show you our theater troupe." Hu Chang said with a smile besides the elevator.

In the dressing room backstage of the performance, Hu Yibao saw the troupe that his grandfather came to sing Farewell My Concubine this time, men and women, twenty or thirty people.

They all painted faces.

Under Hu Chang's grand introduction, coupled with Hu Yibao's current reputation, Hu Yibao quickly became acquainted with everyone.

Backstage, another private room.

Shangguan was frowning, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him.

I was arranging some things in the background when he suddenly called me over.

"Mr. Shangguan, can you mention the premise of our Yinger program?"

"what happened?"

"I'm really sorry. This time, our artist has urgent matters and has to catch a plane. He must be the last one to appear on the stage."

"I still thought what was the matter." Shangguan smiled lightly and shook his head. "Then Ying'er will be the penultimate one, let's make the finale!"

"Thank you, Mr. Shangguan."

"You're welcome!"

Watching Yinger's manager leave, Shangguan remembered that the finale was Farewell My Concubine, but who still listens to opera now, let Farewell My Concubine be the last one.

It's a send-off!

Anyway, most of the people who came to celebrate the old man's birthday were young people, and few people watched Farewell My Concubine.

My old man is not very strong, so he reckons he will go to rest later.

But Yinger is very important.

Today's popular artist, many people like him.

It is also suitable for finale.

"Mr. Hu, can you take a photo with me, my daughter likes you so much!" Uncle Zhang, who had just painted his face, quickly picked up his phone and said to Hu Yibao.

"Hahaha, no problem."