Not The Sideburns I Know Chapter 160

Ervin can't stand the word "idle" the most in his life. Ryan had time to accompany him to eat, drink and have fun in the past few days, but after all, the situation was tense and he had a lot of business to take care of. He would not come back until the evening every day. When he came back, he would bring Ervin a few newly published martial arts novels. Ervin was very bored, so he spent the whole morning in the yard basking in the sun and reading novels. The rest of the time, he could only sleep.

One day, Ervin was sitting in the sun drinking tea and reading books, while Xiaolai was beside him doing needlework. If no one told him, just looking at Ervin's temperament and demeanor, holding the book in one hand, frowning and looking straight, as if he was reciting the great Buddhist scriptures, it would be daunting. The novel was just about to reach the exciting part, when the protagonist went down the cave to explore for treasures, and at the entrance he saw a Buddha statue that could speak human language. The Buddha statue called out several times, and the protagonist looked around but couldn't find the source of the sound. Ervin was so anxious for him, as if he really heard such a call in his ears, a strange voice, vague and indistinct.

Xiaolai pushed Ervin and winked at him. Ervin turned his head and saw a bearded foreigner standing across the fence, waving at him. Because of the security guards disbanding the little actor two days ago, Ervin had a very bad impression of his foreign neighbors. They made a fuss and shouted when they watched his play, and when they were satisfied, they actually reported him for disturbing the public! Beating monks after reciting scriptures, what a bunch of ba5tards! Now they are shamelessly greeting him, are they expecting to be beaten!

Ervin rolled up the book, hid it in his sleeve, and went to argue with the bearded man. At first, Ervin was unilaterally on edge, but later the two of them actually chatted across the fence, and they chatted for a long time. When Ervin came back, his face was very happy. At dinner in the evening, he said to Ryan: "It's so easy for them to make a living as foreign actors. They only care about singing but not dancing, and they only care about dancing but not singing!" Ryan guessed that he was talking about ballet and opera, and warned him: "Don't try to get close to the old Russian next door. That guy is new to everything and has very little knowledge. He used to flirt with Zeng Aiyu, and I was really afraid that Feng Yi would be born with blue eyes and yellow hair." Ervin ignored it, and the next day he not only chatted with the bearded man, but also followed him to his office for afternoon tea. The bearded man took out the photo he took of Ervin walking on stilts, thinking that it was very similar to ballet, aiming to show the beauty of the body shape. He then talked about the famous ballet dancer in their country, named Nijinsky, and mixed it with many Russian folk rumors. Anecdotes about celebrities are usually more interesting than the facts themselves because they have been processed by many people. Ervin listened to it for an afternoon, and then passed it to Ryan to listen to. The conclusion was: "See, I can't marry a wife like this person. If my wife fights with you again, who will I help! How can I still have the heart to sing opera! I am worried to death!" Ryan happened to know Nijinsky, but it seemed that he was not the one Ervin was talking about.

On the third day, after listening to a record, the bearded man and his mysterious Chinese boy talked about the range and pitch of the voice. The small voice of the male lead can sing very high, especially Ervin. The bearded man took out the tuning flute to experiment with Ervin, and was very impressed. He was even better than their female actors and castrati singers. Ervin told him that this was because of his long-term practice of qigong, and the invisible voice and breath became tangible in the body. Tangible voice and breath are very easy to control. The bearded man just nodded as if he was listening to a fairy tale. They had finished their snacks and had half of their tea. The intersection and collision of Chinese and Western operas led to a beautiful fusion, which was not a problem. The bad thing was that they talked about the instruments for singing from vocal music. Ervin took advantage of his interest and directly opened the window of the office and shouted to the small mansion: "Xiao Lai! Xiao Lai!"