After leaving the kindergarten, Yang Yi returned to the coffee shop, parked the car, and came to the building of the Classical Music Academy alone. The Classical Music Institute was not far from the back door, just a few minutes' walk from the coffee shop.

The building where the School of Classical Music is located occupies a large area, like a hollow word, with four floors surrounding a large garden-like patio in the middle. Because the patio area is large, the lighting is not as bad as other buildings of the same type, on the contrary, the well-tended greenery also gives the people inside a feeling of relaxation and happiness.

The school hasn't started yet, but there is still music coming out of the Classical Music Academy, there are all kinds of musical instruments, piano, violin, cello, etc., needless to say, Yang Yi's ears can still hear someone practicing flute, saxophone, and even the sound of the less popular harp and cymbals.

didn't have time to follow these sounds of music to find out, Yang Yi walked to the third floor and knocked on the office door of Vice President Pang Bodong.

Pang Bodong is a short, Mediterranean-headed middle-aged man in his fifties, he recognized Yang Yi at a glance, after all, Yang Yi has often grabbed the front page headlines of major media this year, and he has an inextricable relationship with Jiang Chuan, it is difficult to know Yang Yi's face.

I don't know if it's because of Yang Yi's identity or because of Hu Songnan's relationship with the old man, Pang Bodong is still very enthusiastic about Yang Yi.

"Professor Hu said that you are going to come to our college to audit, I can't believe it, you are a big star, and you have made a lot of tunes, how could you think of going back to the university to study again?" Pang Bodong greeted Yang Yi, and then asked with a smile.

"Pop music composition is not a particularly advanced knowledge, and after a period of creation, I also realized that my own knowledge accumulation is insufficient, and I need to learn more and more systematic composition knowledge......" Yang Yi modestly explained to Pang Bodong.

Of course, the real reason, Yang Yi did not tell him. But what he said wasn't lying, and there were reasons for that.

After a while, Pang Bodong stood up and said with a smile: "I believe that the basic music theory and ear training don't need us to teach you, you will." Harmony, polyphony, orchestration, composition, and so on, you can communicate with the professor yourself to see which courses you need to listen to and which grade level you need to listen to. I've already contacted several professors with you, so let's go, I'll take you to get to know you. ”

Pang Bodong walked out with Yang Yi and walked in the direction of the composition department. On the way, several students passed by, greeted Pang Bodong one after another, and also saw Yang Yi.

These students didn't feel anything at first, but when they reacted, they turned around and saw Pang Bodong walking into an office with Yang Yi.

"Isn't this Yang Yi? What is he doing here?" the students looked at each other, but their curiosity was already bursting.

……

At noon, Springfield Kindergarten.

Lou Weisha's situation hasn't changed much, and she still has a hard time communicating with other students, even teachers.

It's not that the teacher doesn't speak English well, but Springfield Kindergarten has very high requirements for the English level of preschool education, and this requirement is not only a certificate, but also a level of spoken English. Ms. Mu, Ms. Shen and Ms. Cai are all fluent in English to communicate with foreigners.

But what's the use? Teacher Mu, they said it quickly, but Lu Weisha couldn't understand it, and the words were complicated, and she didn't understand either.

On the contrary, Lu Weisha stumbled, talking and gesturing, and she and Xixi and the others were able to "chat" together.

Especially Xixi, under the stimulation of her little friends, the little girl forgot that her English foundation for more than a year was turned out by her, although she is not fluent in speaking, her pronunciation is not standard, and she can't use many words, but she and Lu Weisha are half a catty, and they can occasionally understand each other's words, so they are so happy that they dance.

Therefore, when it was time to eat at noon, Lu Weisha also regarded Xixi and several other friends as lifesavers and followed closely.

The kindergarten canteen on the first day of school is still messy, the new students in the small class do not know the rules, and the other old students are not much better, maybe after a summer vacation to play wild, but also forgot what to do in the kindergarten, a large group of children holding their own lunch boxes, chirping and running around, as if tens of thousands of ducks, about to turn the whole world upside down.

"Sta_ i_ ko......" Lu Weisha has also been to kindergartens in Sweden, and kindergartens in Sweden, even children who are unsteady in walking, will be obedient, carry the plates in an orderly manner, line up to eat by themselves, and obediently put the plates in the recycling place after eating, so she couldn't help muttering.

This is what Swedes often say when they teach their children from an early age: "Line up!" (Note 1)

But no one can understand, huh?

"What did you say, Lou Weisha?" asked Xi Xi enthusiastically.

She said strange things again. Chen Shiyun grimaced and laughed with Lan Xin.

Lou Weisha could almost understand what she meant by "what to say", and she struggled to explain to Xixi in English: "get...... get…… the_ line……”

The hands were still gesturing.

However, Xixi didn't understand the meaning of this sentence in English, line is line, but what does it mean when combined? What's more, Lu Weisha didn't say it right......

The two stared at each other in a daze, and Xi Xi simply followed her own thoughts—she thought that Lou Weisha was scared.

"Don't be afraid, Lou Weisha. We can help you, and, moreover, you can eat with us!" said the little girl, kindly patting her two cartoon lunch boxes.

"I'll help you too, Lu Weisha, I also brought something delicious!" Yang Luoqi was not so repulsive to Lu Weisha now, and she also said with Xixi.

"I can exchange with you, you give me something to eat, give me a little, and then I'll follow you, give you a little of mine. Lan Xin also said, but the little chubby girl was obsessed with eating, looking at Lu Weisha's lunch box, her saliva flowed.

"It's called sharing!" Nan Zhaoyu felt that if he didn't speak, he would have no sense of existence.

"Giggle, share!" Several children were happy, and they didn't know why they were laughing, but this smile also infected Lou Weisha, and she also smiled.

However, the teachers arranged their places for them, and when everyone sat down, watching the other children skillfully take out the hearty meal from their lunch boxes, Lou Weisha was stunned, she hesitated for a moment, and took out a sandwich from the open lunch box.

A few vegetable leaves, sandwiched with ham and eggs, such sandwiches are actually quite delicious, but at noon, compared with other people's meals, the "rich and poor" gap is suddenly seen.

Inexplicably, there was a sense of desolation blowing the leaves in Lou Weisha's heart.

Don't think that Swedes eat this every day, Swedes are still a bit particular about what they eat. They love cold food, such as cold-smoked or warm-smoked salmon, marinated salmon, cold-smoked pork shank, and a variety of sausages, which are common dishes on their tables, not to mention cheese, toast, and berry dessert pies.

But who told Louvisa to prepare lunch for her father, David?

It's just a sandwich, soft and cold, and I find it hard to eat.

Fortunately, Xixi was used to bringing her friends an extra lunch box of her father's food, and she turned her head to see Lu Weisha holding a sandwich.

"Do you want it?" Xixi pushed her box of hearty and good-looking dishes to Lou Weisha, and said again in English, "You_ ant_ to_ eat?"

There is no need to talk about other dishes, Lu Weisha looked at the lychee meat and tomato cauliflower inside, just looking at the thick juice and thick paste, just looking at the red tomato color, she knew that it was sweet and sour, and it was very attractive

Lu Weisha couldn't help but swallow her saliva and asked in a low voice, "Can_ I?"

"Yes, we're going to share it!" Xixi said with a smile, the little girl's crooked eyes were like the moon in the night sky, clear and clean as water, as if reflecting people's hearts.

Lu Weisha couldn't understand what Xi Xi said, but she understood what she meant, Lu Weisha's heart was warm, and she also said to Xi Xi sincerely: "Tack!"