Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

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Qin's father pointed at the driver, Xiao Li: "Where did you go just now? Don't even think about getting him reinforcements. Open the door and let the neighbors listen. I want to see if he's embarrassed."

Qin's mother grew anxious: "What are you doing, Qin? Children care about their reputation, why are you doing this?"

Qin's father snorted coldly: "Didn't he just say he could sing? Let him brag."

Looking at Qin's father, Qin's mother was speechless: "You stubborn old man who won't listen to reason. What child gets beaten if they can't sing? Even if Ah Ming is a singing king, you'll still beat him up."

"He calls himself a singing king? I'm more like the father of a singing king! Hurry up and sing, just pick one you can remember the lyrics to," Qin's father shouted impatiently at Fang Yanmei. His attitude sparked another argument with Qin's mother.

Seeing Qin Ma protecting her from the front, Fang Yanmei was deeply moved, but then she heard Qin Ma's low voice: "Ah Ming, are you stupid? Hurry up and run! Xiao Li has already opened the door for you."

Fang Yanmei almost choked on her breath. She suppressed a laugh in her heart, realizing that Qin Ma had deliberately made a scene to create an opportunity for herself.

"Dad, I want to sing 'Chu Liuxiang'," Fang Yanmei said earnestly.

"You can sing Cantonese songs well? You can't even sing Mandarin songs well, it's ridiculous." Qin's father rolled his eyes speechlessly, only to be silenced after Qin's mother slapped his arm a few times in disgust.

Seeing that Fang Yanmei was trying to speak, because Qin Weiming's original voice was a baritone, she was not used to it yet.

Qin's father couldn't help but say, "Pretending to be something you're not, you have no substance but still try to look impressive. How did I raise you to be such a good-for-nothing!"

Qin's mother couldn't help but lose her temper: "Listen to Ah Ming sing quietly."

Qin's father snorted coldly and turned on the tape recorder on the chair: "Sing it. I'll record you singing this song and send it to your teacher. Let's see if you still have the nerve to sing nonsense."

Fang Yanmei hesitated for a moment. She actually spoke Mandarin based on Qin Weiming's style, but when it came to singing, she was best at Cantonese songs, so she chose Chu Liuxiang, which was the most popular song last year.

"The lakes and seas cleanse my heart, the rivers and mountains carry my shadow."

"The clouds may be waved away, but they linger..."

Qin's father looked over with an incredulous gaze. When did his son become able to sing Cantonese songs so fluently? Was it a miracle from their ancestral graves?

"Coming and going in peace is also carefree; let's not dwell on the bitterness of life."

"Don't worry about fleeting gatherings and partings; heroes emerge bravely from crises and storms."

Fang Yanmei continued singing earnestly, her eyes slightly closed, focusing all her attention on the song, her youthful face filled with concentration.

This song is meant to capture Chu Liuxiang's free-spiritedness and chivalrous spirit, but Qin Weiming is too young, lacks breath control, and has a raw and immature voice. Fortunately, her singing experience makes up for it, and she manages to maintain her breath control and rhythm.

Only Fang Yanmei's palms gently loosened, swaying slowly in the air; she was completely absorbed in the lyrics.

"Let fleeting fame be cast aside with a light touch; I will travel alone through a thousand mountains, no need for farewells."

"ah--

No need to see me off if I'm traveling alone.

Looking at Fang Yanmei, who was immersed in singing with her eyes closed, and hearing her melodious voice.

Qin's father didn't dare to breathe too loudly, for fear of disturbing Fang Yanmei's performance. Even if he were blind, he could tell that Fang Yanmei's rendition of this song was excellent, completely different from the good-for-nothing son he had imagined. The son he thought he knew was now giving Qin's father a headache.

Qin's father could tell that his son was enjoying the song and the feeling of singing. He felt a chill run down his spine. Wasn't this a state that only naturally gifted singers experienced? How could it happen to his son? His family's ancestral graves must be emitting auspicious smoke.

The boy's soothing and carefree singing voice echoed throughout the venue, drifting out of the courtyard and attracting passersby and neighbors to stop and listen.

Many people even peeked inside, and gradually a small group of people gathered at the door, listening intently and even whispering to each other, but they were all careful to keep their voices down.

"I travel alone through a thousand mountains, there's no need for you to see me off."

Fang Yanmei finished singing, opened her eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she had used all her strength to sing that song, but she wasn't familiar enough with this body, and her pronunciation and breath control were unstable. She simply relied on her poor singing skills and her temperament to make up for it.

If it's acceptable for an average person, Fang Yanmei herself would say it's not good enough, so she felt a little uneasy when she opened her eyes after singing.

"Great! You sang so well!" The passersby behind her applauded loudly, and Fang Yanmei subconsciously bowed in gratitude.

"Son! You sang so well! I knew you could do it!" Qin's mother rushed over and hugged Fang Yanmei, kissing her face and praising her. Fang Yanmei felt the intense maternal love, and her heart, which was made of ice, melted instantly, leaving her feeling overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Qin's father saved her at this moment. He glared at Fang Yanmei, looked her up and down, and confirmed that this was indeed his son: "When did you learn to sing Cantonese songs? You have a mouth below your nose, why don't you say so? And singing Cantonese songs so fluently requires years of practice. How did you do it?"

Fang Yanmei pursed her lips, thought for a long time before saying, "Dad, it seems that people like me are called geniuses by others."

"You!" Father Qin was still trying to cause trouble for Fang Yanmei, but Mother Qin immediately stepped in to smooth things over: "What's there to say? A-Ming is a genius. Stop trying to cause him trouble. Are you even his father? If you ask me, A-Ming could easily pass the Guoguang Academy entrance exam right now. Why are you still talking nonsense? Isn't it good that A-Ming can sing?"

Qin's father sighed: "You may not have liked the previous teacher, but you shouldn't have driven him away."

"I only know Cantonese songs, and I don't like the ones he taught me," Fang Yanmei said cautiously.

Mr. Qin shook his head: "I'll hire another tutor for you another day."

Fang Yanmei was overjoyed. She knew what Qin's father meant; she had passed this hurdle.

Qin's mother was still happy: "Aming, how about I make you fried meatballs tonight? If you don't like them, how about fried pork chops? You always love those."

Although Qin's father didn't smile, he said, "Don't strain your voice, the teacher will be here soon."

Qin's mother rolled her eyes at Qin's father: "Which stepfather was it who said he was going to send Ah Ming to the countryside to suffer just now, and now he's acting like he's the real father?"

Fang Yanmei felt extremely relieved listening to the two arguing. Qin's father was undoubtedly considering a way out for the original Qin Weiming, while Qin's mother was a loving mother who unconditionally doted on her son. She liked Qin's mother's unreserved trust in her, and she also felt a little guilty towards the original Qin Weiming, as if she had stolen someone else's parents.

"Xiao Li, where's the restroom?" Fang Yanmei suddenly felt an urgent urge in her lower abdomen and immediately went to find the driver, Xiao Li. He was used to Qin Weiming always asking strange questions: "It's over here."

The bathroom was quite large. After Fang Yanmei closed the door and took off her pants, she suddenly widened her eyes.

She doesn't seem to need to take off her pants, but how is this supposed to be used?

Although Fang Yanmei has a lot of life experience, she is still a seventeen-year-old girl and has never had a boyfriend.

Fortunately, Fang Yanmei gritted her teeth and pulled it out; she could feel her face burning hot.

"Splash—" The physiological problem was solved.

Fang Yanmei quickly put it away, then washed her hands twice, still feeling like crying: "Can I ever go back to my original body?"