The Richest Man Yang Fei

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

　　 Jiang Ziqiang and Wan Aimin were both at home, they came over and asked Yang Fei to sit in the door.

　　 "Uncle is in good health?" Yang Fei asked.

"Hey, this disease is not going to be cured. I can only say that they are temporarily out of danger and go home to rest. Asking them to move in together, but refuses to say that it is inconvenient for the elderly to live on high floors. Alas, there is really no way." Wan Aimin shook his head, looking helpless.

"Similarly, the old man in my family is the same. They are used to the old house, so they don’t want to move if they give him a golden nest." Yang Fei talked a few words, and when it came to the topic, "Brother Jiang, Sister Wan, I have something. I want to trouble Xiaojia."

　　 "Trouble Xiaojia?" Jiang Ziqiang and the couple looked at each other in shock, "She is a child, how can I help you?"

"That's it, my factory will lay the foundation the day after tomorrow. We will have a ceremony to welcome the leaders. Doesn't Xiao Jia know how to dance? I want her to teach the villagers of Taohua Village to dance a dance. It won't take much time. It will be tomorrow. Two days from the day after tomorrow. I wonder if I can ask her to take two days off?"

　　 Elementary school students take two days off, but it’s nothing. What's more, Yang Fei had helped Jiang's family, and he couldn't refuse this request because of reason.

　　 Jiang Xiaojia is of course willing, and jumped up happily: "Okay, okay, I can!"

Wan Aimin glared at his daughter and said, "Yang Fei, is this wrong? How old is she? Let her teach dance? Isn't this a mistake? Or, I will introduce Xiaojia's dance teacher to you? It's from the Provincial Song and Dance Ensemble, that's the talent you should invite."

　　 Jiang Ziqiang handed a cigarette to Yang Fei, and said, “That’s the reason. We are not unwilling. We can help you. Of course we will. It’s just that Xiaojia is still a child. Don’t miss your important affairs.”

　　 Jiang Xiaojia refused to give up, and said coquettishly: "Dad, mom, you are really! I often say that I can apply what I have learned. I have learned dance for so many years, and now it can come in handy, but 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 in the future!"

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

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

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

　　 As soon as the call was made, Wan Aimin said about Yang Fei, and the other party agreed and asked Yang Fei to find her tomorrow morning.

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

　　 The CD disc is put into the disc player, and there is a moving sound from the speaker.

　　 A warm and relaxing tune sounded:

　　"Smoke and dust cover the sky

　　The moonlight is hazy, my eyes are full of tears

　　 country road, take me home

　　 to where I grew up..."

　　 Yang Fei sank into the comfortable sofa.

　　 Busy outside, the hustle and bustle of the world, only when he enters this hut, Yang Fei seems to live back to his true self.

　　 This is a small world of self.

　　 Quiet, comfortable, and at ease.

　　 He can be undressed, wear no clothes, put his tripod on the coffee table, smoke cigarettes, listen to music, and examine his heart.

　　 The past, it’s hard not to remember, but forcibly forgetting everything that happened, it’s even more torture and pain.

　　 has a name, hidden in Yang Fei's heart, so he can't touch it easily.

　　 It's a pity that certain things never have to be remembered, because they have not been forgotten.

　　 Listening to the song, Yang Fei suddenly felt sad.

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

　　The strong north wind came in, and Yang Fei was shocked.

　　 The wind is surging and the clouds are surging, and the night is vast.

　　 Jiang’s and Yang Fei’s living room balcony are adjacent to each other. Standing on the balcony, they can face the next door.

　　 The music of "Washing Vegetable Heart" was heard vaguely over there, and Jiang Xiaojia's mellow childlike voice came over.

　　 "Suo Da Yi Zi has a wave of trouble, and the little girl is married to him..."

　　 The little girl sang this song with a sense of joy inexplicably.

　　 Yang Fei couldn't help but want to laugh, and he felt better.

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

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

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

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

"Comrade Yang Fei, hello. Aimin told me all about you. Later, she made a special call and told me to be more careful." Zhang Meiyun was enthusiastic and generous, "However, I'm really sorry. , I want to take the group out to perform, but I can’t refuse. Look, can you take two days off your business?"

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

　　 "Huh? So anxious?"

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

　　 Zhang Meiyun was entrusted by others, loyal to others, and said: "I will introduce you to someone, can't you?"

　　 "Yes, as long as you can dance." Yang Fei shrugged. Professionals are better than amateurs.

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

　　 "Head Zhang, what can I do?" A young girl ran over with her long legs.

　　 Her pretty forehead ~www.ltnovel.com~ is covered with fine beads of sweat, with a shallow smile at the corner of her mouth, like a fairy who can't eat fireworks in the world, sweet and lively, quiet and lovely.

"This is Comrade Yang Fei, he is my friend. He has something to ask you, you can help him." Zhang Meiyun patted her white and slender jade arms, and said to Yang Fei, "Lin Feiying is not in our group. She is a student of the Dance Department of the Conservatory of Music. I borrowed her to rehearse a dance piece. 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 her sweat and smiled, "Fang Fei's Fei, Sakura's Sakura."

　　 Yang Fei nodded and smiled: "It's a beautiful name. Miss Lin, then you will work hard."

　　 Zhang Meiyun looked at the clock on the wall and said, "We are going to leave, we are anxious. If you have anything to do, just communicate with Lin Feiying."

　　 "You are busy." Yang Fei nodded.

　　 Zhang Meiyun asked Lin Feiying a few more words, and then he took the others to leave.

　　 Yang Fei thought to himself, Zhang Meiyun was still the head of the song and dance troupe. Wan Aimin was able to invite her to train Jiang Xiaojia, but he was really willing to pay for it.

　　 "What are you looking for me?" Lin Feiying took the sweat towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead, revealing the exquisite curve of her back.

　　 Yang Fei said it.

　　 "What dance do you teach?"

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

　　 "Demonstration? Are you?" Lin Feiying couldn't help but smile.

　　 "Uh, of course I don't dance well, just a rough look. You can organize it for me with a professional vision, match the music, and break down the movements."

　　 "You jump one first, let me take a look." Lin Feiying thought it was a lot of fun, with a smile on her face.