Chapter 8 Kunqu Opera, the Inheritor of Intangible Cultural Heritage!

She was used to using flirtatious tactics to gain power around Zhou Hechen, but she still didn't restrain herself after returning to the Lin family. Even she could tell that Ye Banlan's thoughts were impure.

But it was this look that pleased Lin Weilan.

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

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

Ye Banglan slowly raised his head and said calmly, "What did you say?"

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

Mingming was smiling slightly, but it felt as if the mountain was overwhelming and the wind and rain were coming.

It's hard to imagine that an eighteen-year-old girl would have such a sense of oppression from someone who has been in power for a long time.

Mrs. Lin looked stern and frowned: "What's wrong with you? It's natural for the elders to teach the younger ones. Could it be that glass breaks when you touch it? You can't tell?"

"Second sister-in-law, what you said is wrong." Xu Peiqing, who had never spoken, said lightly, "You haven't raised her for a day, how come you have become her elder?"

Mrs. Lin just smiled scornfully.

In the Lin family, only Lin Nieyu's family was worthy of her friendship, and Xu Peiqing only gave birth to one son.

It's one thing to study well, but no matter how good you study, you can't return to your hometown in Yunjing.

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

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

"Mom!" Mrs. Lin was startled and said with an apologetic smile, "Mom, that's not what I meant, I just wanted to help you -"

Lin Weilan didn't look at her and hummed: "Go to the ancestral hall by yourself."

Mrs. Lin's smile solidified: "Yes, Mom."

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

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

"What Mom said is that everyone should eat." Lin Zhenyu greeted hurriedly, "Qinqin, eat more shrimps, we will practice the piano later. To turn the tide, you should eat some too."

"Fortunately, I didn't say anything. Otherwise, I would be the one kneeling in the ancestral hall." Lin Yue patted his chest and whispered, "But sister, I think grandma must have lost her head."

Lin Qin was noncommittal.

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

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

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

"Am I impulsive?" Mrs. Lin sneered, "She asked the old lady to give her a company with just one sentence. If she continues to coax her, won't the old lady also give her the Lin family?"

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

This is equivalent to giving up the idea of ​​returning to Yunjing's family, and she can only go to please Lin Zhenyu's family.

"That's a company that's about to go bankrupt. Just give it to me if you give it." Lin Qingwen didn't care, "She can't hold her up. My mother has an old health condition and may leave one day."

Mrs. Lin was not comforted and said: "I just can't stand her charming look! The Zhou family couldn't keep up with her, so they came to our place again to get rid of her. With a few words, she made the old lady so happy. She is just like her mother."

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

Lin Jiayan, the eldest son of Lin, has disappeared, and his wife has remarried to a wealthy family in Hong Kong, leaving Ye Turning the River as a dragster.

He didn't change his surname after returning to the Lin family. How could he look like the Lin family?

"Her mother..." Lin Qingwen's expression turned serious, "Have you contacted her again?"

"Is it possible? If I had such a terrible daughter, it would be nice not to stay away."

"Too."

Lin Qingwen nodded.

Even if Lin Weilan protects her at night, it won't last long.

**

When Ye Banglan came out of the study, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the Lin family had dispersed.

Xu Peiqing also left the old house with Lin Wenli.

"You are really reckless today. Fortunately, your grandma is in a good mood." Lin Huaijin felt a headache. "What do you want that small company that is about to go bankrupt? Do you still know how to do business?"

Ye Banglan asked him: "Uncle, do you expect that one day, China will become the center of world culture, economy, and art, and once again be the number one?"

Lin Huaijin was stunned: "What?"

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

"The more you talk about it, the weirder it gets." 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 your cousin who has put her in a bad mood recently. Don't provoke you if there is a conflict. Grandma is not happy."

Ye Banglan hummed, indicating that she heard him.

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

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

No signature.

Ye Banglan clicked delete and blocked the number.

"What's wrong?"

"Scam text."

Lin Huaijin nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

**

The next day, Sunday morning.

Lin Weilan had a rare night without dreams, and she was full of energy: "Houyu, you and Qinqin help me go to Nancheng to deliver something to Tingyue."

"Okay, Mom." Lin Handu agreed, "You must rest more and don't get tired."

Lin Weilan was in a good mood: "I know what's going on."

Lin Handu smiled: "It seems that turning the tide will really help your body."

Lin Weilan sighed: "This child is suffering..."

Lin Handu was a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. After changing his clothes, he took Lin Qin and drove to Nancheng.

Nancheng is a small city adjacent to Jiangcheng, only an hour and a half drive away.

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

Lin Qin doesn't like this place. Every time Lin Wuyu takes her to see Yan Tingyue, they have to walk a long distance on the wild road.

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

"Aunt Yan, I came to help my mother bring you something today." Lin Wuyu put down the box, "How are you doing recently? You look very happy today."

Yan Tingyue smiled: "I have a successor, so it's rare for me to be happy."

Lin Wuyu was surprised: "Successor?"

She knew that Yan Tingyue and Lin Weilan were both inheritors of Shenzhou's intangible cultural heritage.

The difference is that Lin Weilan is Guqin, while Yan Tingyue is Kunqu Opera.

In the war three hundred years ago, Shenzhou's civilization was completely destroyed and its inheritance was lost.

After that, it was rebuilt on the ruins. After being hit by the industrial revolution, it only cared about the economy and heavy industry, but the culture was far behind.

Even though Kunqu Opera is known as the "ancestor of all operas", it has not declined much.

Yan Tingyue is a disciple of the music master and has a very high status in the cultural circle. She is just temporarily living in seclusion here. There are also rumors that she is the descendant of Xiaoyao Wang, one of the four kings.

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

"Yes." Yan Tingyue smiled even more deeply, "I underestimated the young girls nowadays. One song is amazing. If it wasn't the first time I saw her, I would have thought she had learned from me for a long time."

Lin Wuyu was even more surprised: "Still a young girl? That's amazing."

Lin Qin also pricked up her ears.

How young can she be?

"Yes, she said she would come at noon." Yan Tingyue nodded, "If you are not busy, you can sit down and have a cup of tea and see each other later."

Sister Lan, you can sing and play the piano, and you can fight and kill the enemy~

Thank you to many babies for sending birthday wishes at midnight. I am one year older and I have been writing for six years. Thank you for always being here. There are still many readers who have followed my first book to the present, from Yun Ge to Sister Lan, I hope you will still be here in the new year~

ps: The book is fictional, and the historical dynasty stories are also fictional, please do not substitute reality~