Chapter 8 Kunqu Opera, inheritor of intangible cultural heritage!


    Being used to using fox charming methods to get to power by Zhou Hechen, she still didn''t restrain herself after returning to the Lin family. Even she could see that Ye Wanlan was not pure in her mind.


    But this way, it won Lin Weilan''s favor.


    Mrs. Lin was so angry that she couldn''t bear it anymore.


    This sentence made the originally quiet restaurant even more silent at this moment.


    Ye Wanlan slowly raised his head and was very calm: "What did you say?"


    She supported her chin with one hand and the jasper earrings swayed lightly.


    It is clear that he smiles slightly, but it seems that Mount Tai is pressing down on the top and wind and rain are coming.


    It is hard to imagine that an 18-year-old girl will feel the oppression of a person who has been in the upper hand for a long time.


    Mrs. Lin looked harsh and cowardly: "What''s wrong with you? It''s natural for elders to teach you the younger generation. Could it be that you can''t break the glass when you touch it?"


    "Second sister-in-law, this is wrong." Xu Peiqing, who had not spoken, said lightly, "I haven''t raised her for a day, why have you become her elder?"


    Mrs. Lin just smiled contemptuously.


    The only family of Lin Ruyu is worthy of her friendship, and Xu Peiqing has only given birth to one son.


    It is one thing to study well, but no matter how good you learn, you cannot return to Yunjing’s home.


    Lin Weilan said lightly: "I am indeed old, and there are already young people who want to replace me."


    As soon as this sentence came out, everyone''s face changed.


    "Mom!" Mrs. Lin was shocked and smiled apologized, "Mom, that''s not what I mean, I just want to help you-"


    Lin Weilan didn''t look at her and said, "Go to the ancestral hall by herself."


    Mrs. Lin''s smile froze: "Yes, mom."


    Her movements when she got up were also very stiff, and Lin Qingwen didn''t dare to speak for her.


    Lin Weilan coughed: "Look at what I''m doing, eat."


    "What mom said is, everyone eats." Lin Ruyu hurriedly greeted, "Qinqin, eat more shrimps, and you will have to practice the piano later. Wanlan, you can eat some too."


    "Luckily I didn''t say anything, so I would be the one who kneels in the ancestral hall." Lin Yue patted his chest and whispered, "But sister, I think my grandmother must be confused."


    Lin Qin did not comment.


    After dinner, Lin Weilan called Ye Wanlan into the study.


    Lin Qingwen went up to the ancestral hall on the top floor, and Mrs. Lin was kneeling on the futon.


    He shook his head: "You are impulsive today, don''t do this next time."


    "Am I impulsive?" Mrs. Lin sneered, "If she asked the old lady to give her a company with just one word. If she continued to coax her, wouldn''t the old lady give her the Lin family?"


    She and Lin Qingwen have only one son, but the Lin family is proud of having a daughter.


    This was equivalent to cutting off her idea of ??returning to Yunjing''s home, and she could only please Lin Ruyu''s family.


    "That''s a company that is about to go bankrupt. If you give it, just give it." Lin Qingwen didn''t care. "She can''t stand it on the wall. My mother has an old disease and might leave one day."


    Mrs. Lin was not comforted and said, "I just can''t stand her charming look! The Zhou family can''t be favored, so they come to us to have a look back. The old lady is so happy that she is indeed the same as her mother."


    Ye Wanlan''s family situation is complicated. She had already heard about it when she was brought back by Lin Huaijin six years ago.


    Lin Jiayan, the eldest son of the Lin family, disappeared, and his wife remarried, leaving Ye Wanlan as a hindrance.


    I didn’t change my surname when I returned to the Lin family. How could I look like a member of the Lin family?


    "Her mother..." Lin Qingwen''s expression became serious, "Have you ever contacted me again?"


    "Is it possible? If I had such a bad daughter, it would be nice not to hide."


    "Too."


    Lin Qingwen nodded.


    Even if Ye Wanlan is protected by Lin Weilan, it will not last long.


    **


    Ye Wanlan came out of the study. It was already eight o''clock in the evening and the Lin family had all left.


    Xu Peiqing also took Lin Wenli away from the old house.


    "You are so reckless today. Fortunately, your grandma is in a good mood." Lin Huaijin felt a headache. "What do you want that small company that will go bankrupt soon to do? Do you still know how to do business?" Ye Wanlan asked him: "Uncle, are you looking forward to one day when China will become the center of world culture, economy and art, and will be the first throne again?"


    Lin Huaijin was stunned: "What?"


    Ye Wanlan looked at the sky and laughed silently: "I''m looking forward to it."


    "The more you say it, the stranger you get." Lin Huaijin frowned, "By the way, you should avoid your second aunt in the future. She has a bad temper and is strong. It is probably because your cousin has made her feel bad recently. Don''t make your grandma unhappy when the conflict comes."


    Ye Wanlan nodded, indicating that she heard it.


    The phone vibrated at this time and a text message came in.


    [Early morning bar, old place, come to pick me up. 】


    No signature.


    Ye Wanlan clicked to delete and block the number.


    "What''s wrong?"


    “Scam text messages.”


    Lin Huaijin nodded and asked no more questions.


    **


    The next day, early Sunday morning.


    Lin Weilan rarely had a dream all night, and she was refreshed: "Huyu, you and Qinqin help me go to the south city to send some things to Tingyue."


    "Okay, mom." Lin Ruyu responded, "You must rest more and don''t be tired."


    Lin Weilan was in a good mood: "I know what I know."


    Lin Ruyu smiled: "It seems that Wanlan is really helpful to your body."


    Lin Weilan sighed, "This child is so miserable..."


    Lin Ruyu was a little confused, but he didn''t ask much. After changing his clothes, he drove to Nancheng with Lin Qin.


    Nancheng is a small city adjacent to Jiangcheng, and it takes an hour and a half to drive.


    Although Nancheng is small, it has a strong cultural atmosphere and a developed tourism industry. There are many craftsmen and intangible cultural heritage inheritors.


    Lin Qin doesn’t like this place. Every time Lin Ruyu takes her to find Yan Tingyue, she has to walk a long road.


    She wore rain boots specifically today to prevent her pants from getting dirty.


    "Auntie Yan, today I''ll help my mom bring you something." Lin Wuyu put down the box, "How are you doing recently? You''re very happy today."


    Yan Tingyue smiled: "I have a successor, so it is rare to be happy."


    Lin Ruyu was shocked: "Successor?"


    She knew that Yan Tingyue and Lin Weilan were both inheritors of the intangible cultural heritage of China.


    The difference is that Lin Weilan is a guqin, while Yan Tingyue is a Kunqu opera.


    In that battle three hundred years ago, the civilization of China was destroyed and the inheritance was gone.


    Later, it was rebuilt on the ruins and was impacted by the industrial revolution. It only cared about the economy and heavy industry, but culture fell far away.


    Even though Kunqu Opera is known as the "ancestor of a hundred operas", it has lost a lot.


    Yan Tingyue was a disciple of Qu Sheng and had a very high status in the cultural world. She was temporarily living in seclusion here. There are also rumors that she was a descendant of Xiaoyao, one of the four kings.


    She has too high vision and it is difficult to find a successor.


    "Yes." Yan Tingyue smiled even deeper, "I underestimated the little girl now. It was amazing. If it weren''t for the first time I saw her, I would have thought she had learned from me for a long time."


    Lin Ruyu was even more surprised: "Are still a little girl? That''s so amazing."


    Lin Qin also pricked her ears.


    How small can it be?


    "Yes, she said she came here at noon." Yan Tingyue nodded, "If you are not busy, you can sit down and have a cup of tea and meet you later."


    Sister Lan, you can sing opera and play the piano in literature, and you can kill enemies in martial arts~


    Thank you many babies for sending birthday wishes at midnight. They are one year older and have been writing for six years. Thank you for your continued stay. There are still many readers who have been chasing my first book to the present, from Yunge to Sister Lan. I hope you are still here in the new year~


    ??ps: Books are superficial, and stories of historical dynasties are also fictional. Please do not imitate them into reality~


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    (This chapter ends)