Since Lao Xu became the principal of No. 2 Middle School, he has achieved the goals he once set one by one. For example, at least two Qingbei schools are sent out every year, guaranteed places are won for children, and apartments are built for young teachers, which are all small goals that can be implemented. To put it bigger, it is like what he wrote in his annual report: to build No. 2 Middle School into a dream factory for children, further improve the welfare of teachers, and build No. 2 Middle School into a model high school nationwide.

When the goals are achieved one by one, he will also be a little inflated. At a meeting before the college entrance examination, he once again released cruel words, this year there must be ten Tsinghua Peking University, on par with the best high schools in the provincial capital. If you can't complete the task, the head of the teaching team in the third year of high school will come to see you.

The head of the senior high school teaching group cried again.

In the past two years, the Qingbei rate of No. 2 Middle School has skyrocketed, and even six were admitted last year, but half of them were repeat students. This year, there will be ten at once... All the teachers here felt that their hearts were not very good.

Principal Xu cheered everyone up with a smile: "Dream bigger, and take bigger steps." This is my fifth year as the principal, so we have to make some big moves, right?"

The teachers below didn't say anything anymore, and of course, as soon as they returned to the office, they scolded Principal Xu.

After the meeting ended, Principal Xu was smoking a cigarette downstairs, and when he saw Wei Chenglin cleaning from a distance, he beckoned him and called him over.

"How's it going?"

"Pretty good, pretty good. ”

"Those people didn't bother you again?"

Wei Chenglin knew which group of people he was talking about. Recalling his experience of almost being entangled in "poison", Wei Chenglin was ashamed of himself. He whispered, "They're all arrested......

Principal Xu accurately threw the cigarette butt into the trash can on the side and advised: "Those who are involved in the 'poison' are all crazy people, you have to be careful of their revenge." If you find someone suspicious, you should contact the school as soon as possible, understand?"

"Understood, thank you, Principal. ”

"Also, don't mess around in the future. Your mother has brought you up as both a father and a mother, and has paid you so much tuition, you can't break her heart anymore, do you hear?"

"Hmm. ”

Principal Xu glanced at Wei Chenglin's hands, which were white and slender, well-proportioned and well-proportioned, and they didn't look like boys' hands, but they were holding a rough broom now.

Principal Xu had already returned to the office building, and turned back: "Wei Chenglin!"

"Huh?!"

"Come here, come to my office!"

Principal Xu handed Wei Chenglin a business card and said, "This is Dean Liu from the Gangcheng Children's Welfare Institute, you should have met him, right? Don't you have to go to the welfare home every semester to volunteer?"

Wei Chenglin was confused: "I should have seen it......" He was embarrassed to say that when he was volunteering last semester, he and a few classmates sneaked out to smoke, and he didn't even know where the door of the welfare home was open.

"Last time, Dean Liu asked me if I could get a theatrical performance or something to visit the children in the welfare home. I'm thinking about this, so I'll give you this task, don't you have a break on Sunday afternoon? You can go to the welfare house and play the piano for the children there! ”

Principal Xu glanced at his hand again: "You gave birth to a pair of artist's hands, you have to do the work of an artist!"

Wei Chenglin shimped, not knowing what to say.

"You, you, you can say it if you want to, and hold it back if you can't say it! Don't talk about it, where is there a little bit of a big man!" Principal Xu said: "I saw that you couldn't learn, so I sent you such an errand." If you think it's a good job, say thank you, and if you think it's too late, especially if it's delaying your studies, just push it and I won't do anything to you. ”

"Thank you!"

This "thank you" was crisp and neat, without the slightest hesitation, accompanied by Wei Chenglin's deep bow. He straightened his waist to the standard ninety degrees, and did not straighten up for a long time. Principal Xu vaguely heard two "tuk tuk" sounds, maybe someone was playing basketball outside the window, or maybe someone's tears fell to the floor!

It was the end of April, the most beautiful time of the year. Wei Chenglin walked on campus, and the flying cherry blossoms fell on him. He was still so thin and thin, but he clenched his hands with all his might, as if he was holding all hope - this is an artist's hand, make good use of it, and do the artist's thing!

Wei Chenglin told his mother about it, Zhao Yanfen didn't say a word, picked up a box of the most expensive milk, was ruthless, took two bottles of Shuijingfang, and took her son to Xu's house. Principal Xu was startled, chased out of the house in one go, and returned the things to the mother and son.

Zhao Yanfen blushed and said, "I know, these things are too cheap......

"No, what do you think of me as? I don't accept things, don't let me commit crimes!" Principal Xu was panting after him, and he wanted to tell her that he didn't know how many people were staring at the principal's position and wanted to find fault with him, and he had to be careful and careful. He stuffed the things into Zhao Yanfen's hands and said, "I just pulled a thread, and in one sentence, I didn't help Cheng Lin much." If he is really good in the future, and still remembers me as a teacher, let him buy two boxes of cigarettes and come back to see me. Don't do this now, especially in front of children, don't do it!"

Zhao Yanfen noticed Principal Xu's embarrassment, so she no longer insisted, but dragged her son over: "Did you hear it, you must come back to see Principal Xu." If you dare to mess around, I'll beat you to death!"

Wei Chenglin rubbed his nose and replied sullenly.

Since then, Wei Chenglin has embarked on his own path of "charity". He likes to go to the welfare home, although most of the children there are disabled or sick, but he likes the sound of his piano very much, and the eyes that look at him are full of admiration. Some of the younger children would climb on top of him desperately, usually one on one side of each leg and one on his neck, and one on his back desperately. In this situation, it was as if he was a bamboo, and those children were red pandas, scrambling to lie on him. If it weren't for the nursery staff to maintain order, Wei Chenglin would have been crushed to death by them.

He was tired, but he was happy. Because here, he felt "needed" for the first time in a long time. So every Sunday, he can't wait to go to the welfare home and play the piano for the children.

He also downloaded a lot of children's songs and pulled out the scores himself, such as the songs in "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf", and he can write down the scores accurately. When he went to the orphanage for the fourth time, the children had not yet come, and he played in the activity room for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration - change a few notes, and the melody would be more vivid and beautiful.

Not only this song, but also some other scores, he can change it to be more beautiful. He took out all the scores he had played before from under the piano bench and tried to play them as he revised them. The sunlight hit the focused side of his face, and the image of the boy was exceptionally bright.

"You can compose?"

Wei Chenglin was too engaged, and he was interrupted by Leng Buding, and he was suddenly startled. When he looked back, it turned out to be Dean Liu of the Welfare Institute.

"Hello Dean Liu, I don't know how to compose, I just think it's better to change it this way. Wei Chenglin replied honestly.

Dean Liu picked up the score and glanced at it, and nodded approvingly: "It's not bad." ”

"You, you know the piano too?"

Dean Liu smiled heartily: "I understand a little." ”

Wei Chenglin didn't know if he was a class leader, and waited anxiously for Dean Liu's comments. Dean Liu swept over the score he had changed and asked, "Are you an art student from No. 2 Middle School?"

Wei Chenglin shook his head and denied: "No." I can only play the piano, but there are no piano art students in our school, they are all dance, art, vocal music, etc., and if you want to learn anything else, you have to go outside to learn. ”

"Are you studying outside now?"

Wei Chenglin shook his head again, but did not say any reason. After all, not everyone can honestly admit that they are "shy". An art examination training course can be as little as a hundred, or as much as hundreds, and he secretly inquired about several of them, and finally gave up the idea of signing up for a training class.

"With your talent, it's a pity not to study art. ”

Wei Chenglin heard too many such comments, but he was powerless to change them, and in the end he only smiled bitterly. But Dean Liu's next words opened the door to a new world for him.

"Have you considered studying composition?"

Composition is a completely new field, and Wei Chenglin has never considered it.

Dean Liu said: "Composition is very demanding for a musician, and there are many things to test. If you're interested, I'll dare to point you out. ”

It seemed that the dark fate suddenly revealed a little light, Wei Chenglin was excited, he didn't know how he agreed, he only remembered that the excitement was about to break through the sky.

Dean Liu motioned for him to sit down and ordered, "I'll say a few chord transitions, you can play them and try it." You play a major D chord and then switch to a minus third chord based on the original note. ”

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Wei Chenglin was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, he really wouldn't. But he was worried that if he didn't, he would lose this hard-won opportunity.

"What's wrong? This is the most basic chord, you can't play it?" Dean Liu was puzzled: "Then how did you change these scores?"

"Change it by feeling, how good it sounds, how to change it. "Wei Chenglin is still very honest.

Dean Liu smiled all of a sudden: "It turns out that you only know practice, not theory! In this case, I will borrow you a book first, and before I come to the welfare institute next time, I will memorize all the chords well, and I will tell you the rest." ”

"Okay, I'll memorize them all!" Wei Chenglin had never been so eager for knowledge, and he vaguely felt that his fate was about to take a major turn.

Dean Liu's office is very simple, but there are many music magazines in it. He found an old, yellowed textbook with the words "Chord Theory" written on it. Wei Chenglin took the book and glanced at the publication date, which turned out to be 1989, older than his age.

"Mr. Wei, the composition department not only has to test music theory, but also has high requirements for the piano. I'm a half-and-a-half piano, and I don't play as well as you. You can play well, but you're an amateur at best. If you want to get into a better university, then you have to practice piano for another two or three years. ”

Dean Liu spoke earnestly, and Wei Chenglin nodded frequently and said yes. But when he thought of the results of the cultural class, his hopes were dashed a little: "I didn't study in junior high school, and now I don't know where to learn if I want to, and I can't get into a good university." ”

"Haha! You're really a child! Don't you know that there is a system called 'special recruitment'?"

Wei Chenglin raised his head suddenly, his eyes as bright as stars.

Dean Liu continued: "However, it is very difficult to qualify for special recruitment. You're only sixteen years old, don't waste any more time, don't let down your hands as an artist!"