The Richest Man Yang Fei

"Brother Yang Fei!" Jiang Xiaojia opened the door and shouted happily when he saw him.

Both Jiang Ziqiang and Wan Aimin were at home, they came over and invited Yang Fei to come in and sit down.

"Uncle is well?" Yang Fei asked.

"Oh, this disease is not going to get better. It can only be said that they are out of danger for the time being and go home to recuperate. Ask them to move in and live together, but they refuse, saying that it is inconvenient for the elderly to live on high floors. Alas, there is really no way." Wan Aimin shook his head with a look of helplessness.

"The same is true for the old man in my family. He is used to living in an old house, and he would not move it even if he was given a golden nest." I want to trouble Xiaojia."

"Trouble Xiaojia?" Jiang Ziqiang and his wife looked at each other in astonishment, "She is a child, what can I do for you?"

"It's like this. My factory will be laying the foundation the day after tomorrow. There will be a ceremony to welcome the leaders. Isn't Xiaojia good at dancing? I want her to teach the villagers in Taohua Village to dance. It won't take much time. I will meet with you tomorrow Two days the day after tomorrow. I wonder if we can ask her to take two days off?"

It's nothing for elementary school students to ask for two days off. What's more, Yang Fei had helped the Jiang family, so he couldn't refuse this request because of his feelings and reason.

Of course Jiang Xiaojia was willing, and jumped up happily: "Okay, okay, I can do it!"

Wan Aimin glared at her daughter and said, "Yang Fei, is this inappropriate? How old is she? Asking her to teach dance? Isn't this a mistake? How about I introduce Xiaojia's dance teacher to you? She It's from the Provincial Song and Dance Troupe, that's the talent you should hire."

Jiang Ziqiang handed Yang Fei a cigarette, and said, "That's the reason. It's not that we don't want to. If we can help you, of course we will. However, Xiaojia is still a child, so don't miss your big deal."

Jiang Xiaojia refused to let go, and said coquettishly: "Dad, Mom, you are really good! I often say that I can apply what I have learned. I have learned dance for so many years, and now I can use it. You don't agree! It's really boring!"

Yang Fei thought to himself, this kid is really thoughtful.

Jiang Ziqiang said: "How old are you? There will be opportunities for you to appear on camera in the future!"

Yang Fei originally wanted to give a favor, but if Xiaojia went, he would give a big red envelope.

Seeing that Jiang's family objected, it was inconvenient for him to insist, so he agreed to Wan Aimin's proposal.

Wan Aimin dug out the phone book, found the number of the dance teacher, and called.

Wan Aimin told her about Yang Fei, and the other party agreed and asked Yang Fei to go find her tomorrow morning.

Yang Fei took down the phone number of the other party, said goodbye and went back to the house.

The CD disc is put into the disc player, and the moving sound comes out from the speaker.

A warm and relaxing tune rings out:

"Smoke and dust, covering the sky

The moonlight is dim, my tears are full

Country road, take me home

To where I grew up..."

Yang Fei sank into the comfortable sofa.

Busy outside, the world is noisy, only when he enters this small room, Yang Fei seems to be back to his true self.

This is a small world of my own.

Quiet, comfortable and at ease.

He can be slovenly, without clothes, put his legs on the coffee table, smoke a cigarette, listen to music, and examine his heart.

It is actually very difficult to remember the past, but it is a kind of torture and pain to forcefully forget everything that happened.

There is a name that is hidden in Yang Fei's heart, and he will not touch it easily.

It's a pity that some things never have to be remembered, because they have never been forgotten.

Listening to the song, Yang Fei suddenly became sad.

He got up, opened the glass door, and walked to the balcony.

The strong north wind poured in, making Yang Fei tremble.

The wind is raging and the night is dark.

The balconies of the living room of the Jiang family and Yang Fei are adjacent, standing on the balcony,

You can face the next door.

The music of "Xishicaixin" came faintly from there, and Jiang Xiaojia's babbling and melodious childish voice came over.

"Suo Dayi Zi Lang Dang Lang De Suo, my little sister married him..."

The little girl sang this song with inexplicable joy.

Yang Fei couldn't help but want to laugh, and his mood improved.

The next day, Yang Fei contacted Zhang Meiyun of the Provincial Song and Dance Troupe.

Zhang Meiyun answered the phone and told Yang Fei to go directly to the regiment to find her.

Yang Fei drove over, went in and asked for directions, and found her in the rehearsal room.

Zhang Meiyun is about forty years old, because of long-term dance practice, she has a good figure and temperament.

"Comrade Yang Fei, hello. Aimin told me about you, and she made a special phone call later to tell me to be more careful." Zhang Meiyun was warm and generous, "However, I'm really sorry, the regiment has a temporary mission , I want to take the troupe out to perform, and I can't refuse. Look, how about a two-day delay for your business?"

"No, it will come in handy tomorrow. The real rehearsal is only today."

"Huh? In such a hurry?"

"If it doesn't work, forget it, I'll find someone else." Yang Fei thought to himself, if it doesn't work, I'll go into battle myself.

Zhang Meiyun was entrusted by others, and said, "I'll introduce someone to you, do you think it's okay?"

"Sure, as long as you can dance." Yang Fei shrugged, a professional is always better than an amateur.

Zhang Meiyun called to a group of girls who were rehearsing: "Lin Feiying, come here."

"Teacher Zhang, what can you do with me?" A young girl ran over with her long legs.

Her pretty forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and there was a shallow smile at the corner of her mouth, like a fairy who could not eat fireworks, sweet and lively, calm and lovely.

"This is Comrade Yang Fei, he is my friend. He has something to ask you, please help him." Zhang Meiyun patted her white and slender jade arm, and said to Yang Fei, "Lin Feiying is not from our group, She is a student of the Dance Department of the Conservatory of Music, and I borrowed her to rehearse a dance piece, and she will not participate in this task, so she can help you."

"Lin Huiyin?" Yang Fei asked in surprise.

"Countless people have misunderstood my name." Lin Feiying wiped off her sweat and smiled sweetly, "Fang Fei's Fei, Sakura's Sakura."

Yang Fei nodded and smiled, "It's a beautiful name. Miss Lin, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Meiyun looked at the clock on the wall and said: "We are leaving, excuse me, if you need anything, just communicate with Lin Feiying."

"You are busy." Yang Fei nodded.

Zhang Meiyun instructed Lin Feiying a few more words, and then left with the others.

Yang Fei thought to himself, unexpectedly Zhang Meiyun was still the head of the song and dance troupe, Wan Aimin was really willing to spend the money to invite her to train Jiang Xiaojia.

"What do you want from me?" Lin Feiying took the sweat towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead, revealing her exquisite back curve.

Yang Fei said what he wanted.

"What dance do you teach?"

"It doesn't need to be too complicated, just a set of very simple movements, I can demonstrate it to you."

"Demonstration? You?" Lin Feiying couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

"Uh, of course I don't dance well, I just dance in a general way. You can use a professional eye to help me sort it out, match the music, and break down the movements."

"You dance one first, and I'll take a look." Lin Feiying thought it was fun, with a smile on her face all the time.