Tang Wan originally planned to go out with Jiang Jinshang, but was stopped by the old lady on the first floor.

"Xiao Wu, you two have been together for so many days. Can't you let Wanwan accompany me today?" The old lady's tone seemed a little aggrieved.

She had no granddaughter at all, and her grandson was not caring. She finally had a girl at home. After living there for so many days, she didn't speak well.

"No." Jiang Jinshang refused directly.

It made the old lady laugh, "I can't separate for a moment!"

Instead, Tang Wan was ashamed of shame, "Grandma, I'll be with you today."

What else did Jiang Jinshang want to say? Tang Wan pressed him with her elbow and signaled him to shut up, but he didn't say anything again.

This scene fell into the old lady's eyes, and it felt different. Jiang Xiaowu was grown up when she watched her grow up. She was erratic for a long time and was not groundless. She was really arrogant and would not listen to advice at all, let alone obedient.

The old lady was naturally happy when she found that someone could control him.

"I will take you to Liyuan to listen to the opera later. We will have dinner outside at noon." The old lady looked at Tang Wan with a smile.

"Well, just arrange it."

...

After all, Mr. Tang was not in good health. Although he was not hospitalized during the period before the operation, he still needed to rest. Without going with him, Fan Mingyu stayed at home to take care of him. Tang Yunxian had no interest in Peking Opera, so he naturally didn't go.

The old lady obviously wanted to be alone with Tang Wan, so Jiang Jinshang didn't want to follow him and took Long Live to bask in the sun at home.

**

Pear Garden

Tang Wan helped some people who sing Peking Opera too much, and they also had some understanding of this industry, but they could understand it. It was not boring to listen to the opera.

This is not the largest pear garden in Beijing, but it is definitely the highest-end and elegant one. Just when you come in, you will see the decoration layout and the style are also different.

Along the way, Tang Wan was worried that the old lady would ask about what happened last night, and was nervous, but she didn't expect to talk about other things, such as her past school and life.

The old lady is not stupid. Judging from the reactions and small movements of the two, you can tell that something must have happened last night, and it is estimated that there has been progress.

As long as they develop smoothly and have a specific progress, she is curious, but she doesn't have to know.

As elders, it is important to contact younger generations and grasp the degree. Just know that they are doing well, and don’t care about details or anything else.

Today, the garden was singing "Drunk Concubine". The actor on the stage, the blue-style water sleeves, singing the tunes, and the old lady gently tapped her knees with her fingers, which was fascinating. Tang Wan couldn't quite understand, but stared at the nodded faces of some blue-style actresses, and could see them in absolutely.

At this time, the manager brought another tea and pastry.

"We don't order, right?" the old lady smiled.

"Madam is not here today. This is what our master invites you. You can continue to listen to the opera. If there is anything wrong, please give us some advice and will not disturb you." The manager smiled and retreated.

At this time, the sound of the stage was very loud, and Tang Wan didn't hear what the two of them said at all.

But after the play ended, there were more than ten minutes to rest in the middle. The old lady saw Tang Wan holding the pen and sticky notes on the table, placing the table, drawing a few patterns, tilting her head and looking at it, "Are you interested in their heads?"

"Well, there are many Pingtans in Pingjiang. There are almost no such gardens. Their heads and faces are also particularly delicate, and there are many styles I have never seen before."

"Then I'll go back and tell them and let you go to the backstage to see it."

"I'm afraid this is inconvenient."

"It doesn't matter. I'm very familiar with them. This thing is not a top secret. It's always okay to take a look at it. I still have this face."

...

As the old lady was about to call someone over, a few people came over. This place was considered a private room, but not the kind in the traditional sense.

Tang Wan's angle was facing those people.

The one with the most outstanding appearance is the one who walks in front.

He looks like he is in his early twenties, has black hair and white skin, and his facial features are not overly ostentatious, but he is not petty and gentle and harmless.

The one who impressed Tang Wan the most at first sight was that she wore a coat on her arms and a plain cheongsam, which was well-tailed and tied with her slender waist. As she walked, her fair and slender legs appeared and were faintly visible under the slits, which was quite charming, but she was young after all, so she couldn't wear them.

The capital is full of heating, but it is not cold.

"Grandma, you are here too." She walked over with a smile, her voice was also warm and mellow, and she was holding a ladylike manner.

The old lady raised her hand and held her gold-rimmed glasses, squinted her eyes until she got closer and seemed to suddenly shook her mind, "Oh, isn't this Shuyan? You look at my eyes. I'm old and can't see people clearly, and I can't see you clearly."

"It's okay, you don't even call me when you come to listen to the opera."

"On the big weekend, you must have other arrangements, why should you accompany me, the old woman?"

After the ladies who followed her greeted her, they exchanged polite words and stopped talking. They obviously were not familiar with the old lady.

"This is the sister of the Tang family." She smiled at Tang Wan.

"Let me introduce it, Wanwan, this is the little fifth cousin - Shuyan." The old lady made a fuss.

"Hello, Tang Wan."

Tang Wan then stood up and greeted her.

"I have heard from my grandma that my sister is beautiful. It's really like this when I see you today. It's still the soil and water in the south that nourishes people. If you look good, your voice will be particularly nice. I know you're here, but I'll go to see you, but you just happened to go out and missed it, which is a pity."

Tang Wan just smiled, probably knowing that this is what Jiang Jiang said before.

Her grandfather and Jiang Jinshang's grandfather are brothers, and their blood relationship has been separated by two generations. At least her relationship with Jiang Jinshang and others should not be considered particularly close.

The old lady said, "You are here to listen to the opera today."

"Yes, this is about to start again. Then let me and my friends leave first. Grandma, listen slowly and I won't disturb you." Jiang Shuyan was decent in speaking and doing things, and she didn't stay for long. She said hello and left.

The old lady took a sip of tea, and a faint smile hanged on the corner of her mouth, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Tang Wan didn't know much about the Jiang family and didn't ask much about it.

...

After the show ended, it was more than an hour later. The old lady greeted the manager specially, allowing Tang Wan to go to the backstage to take a closer look at Di Cui's head.

But the manager was very busy, so she asked her to wait for a while before accompanying her.

"It's okay, I can go there myself."

"The backstage is quite chaotic, I'm afraid someone will bump into you." The manager is not stupid either. Old Mrs. Jiang is special to her and she must be polite.

"I'll just take a look."

"Then I'll ask someone to take you, the garden behind me is very big, I'm afraid you'll get lost."

"It's trouble."

...

Tang Wan came out of the box and waited for the people assigned by the manager to come over. The liyuan was designed in antique design, and the interior was indeed twists and turns. She waited for a while, but before she could wait for the person, she heard a burst of laughter from a female voice.

"...Hey, the wild girl next to Mrs. Jiang who came from the countryside just now was dressed in a rustic manner."

Tang Wan raised her eyebrows and was talking about herself?

She subconsciously looked at her clothes. Is this called rustic?

"I heard that there was a engagement before. It is said that the family still disagrees. Why are you doing now when you go to Beijing?"

"I don't agree to marry into the Jiang family? It's probably because I'm going to take Qiao on purpose, but I think Old Mrs. Jiang seems to like her very much, and she even takes her out to listen to the opera. Does she know whose garden this is?"

"It's just Shuyan has a good temper and is kind to her. I didn't even look at her right then."

"I'm just lucky. Moreover, the things she had made before can be found on the local forums in Pingjiang. Some of them were clarified later. I think it's probably not groundless."

"The circle of Beijing is very high. Can anyone come in as long as they want?"

...

Tang Wan has always known that the capital is in a deep water area, and may be in the 49th city, but there is a Beijing household registration book. Some people think they are superior to others.

Besides, they are people in the Beijing circle...

I'm afraid that everyone will feel inferior!

At this time, a man's voice broke their conversation.

"What kind of circle is the circle in Beijing?"

Tang Wan's heart skipped a few times. She couldn't see anyone at all from her angle, and could only hear his voice, which was old-fashioned and very interesting.

This man has a good voice.

The surroundings are strangely quiet.

"My garden is very clean, except for the opera singers, they are also listeners."

"You said that the circle is of different levels, so what level do you think are you?"

No one made a sound.

Tang Wan pursed her lips. Maybe she was not good at these people, but for this man who spoke, how could they even get his eyes on him?

"Sixth Master--" A woman spoke.

Regarding the angle, Tang Wan couldn't see what she looked like, and she didn't know what her expression was at this time, but she knew that just by listening to the sound, and her throat was trembling with fear.
To be continued...