Zhuge Xiangrui barely passed the primary school graduation exam, and the nine-year compulsory education will be directly promoted to junior high school.

In a family gathering during the summer vacation, Zhuge Xiangrui sang a song, Zhang Shaohan's "Aurora", as soon as he opened his voice, he was shocked, in the words of Zhuge Huaizhi, it was simply the sound of heaven.

"The mysterious Arctic Circle, the mountain tops of Alaska, whose face appeared on the horizon of the cape, suddenly in that distant place, I saw

The light of lovers' happiness ......"

Zhuge Xiangrui has just begun to change his voice, the boy's immature children's voice has a little bit of magnetism, and Zhuge Xiangrui's pitch is very good, every sentence is just pressed on the rhythm, and a mouth makes everyone stunned.

"Xiangrui sings so well, big brother, you should focus on cultivating it! The art class of the Youth Palace recruits people every year!" Although He Rulan doesn't understand music, judging from the typhoon sung by Zhuge Xiangrui and the perfection of the song, this child is quite talented in music.

"Ahem! I can't keep up with my studies, and if I go to learn to sing, can I still learn this school?" Zhuge Zhenguo disagreed.

"Love is a light, so wonderful, guiding the future we want, the magic of the Northern Lights, the fantasy prophecy, hurry up to find the incredible love

, Love is a light, so wonderful, illuminating the future of our courage, the magic Northern Lights, the prophecy of legends, turns out to be the eyes of lovers!"

Zhuge Xiangrui sang intoxicatedly, the twelve-year-old boy was slender, he chose the best part of his parents in appearance, high nose bridge and thin lips, a pair of deep big eyes sometimes melancholy and sometimes affectionate, when the long eyelashes drooped, it was like two rows of thick small brushes, casting two rows of shadows on the white transparent skin.

Last year's fractured calf has healed, but the young age has not affected the growth of the body, only twelve years old is already more than 1.7 meters tall, according to Zhuge Zhenguo's genes, it will grow to more than 1.8 meters in a few years.

"Big brother, just because Xiangrui's academic performance is average, you should pave a few more roads for him, this kid has talent, he should be trained well!"

Zhuge Jingwen wore a moon-white cheongsam on this day, embroidered with a crimson rose pattern on the collar and hem, her long hair was coiled high, and a silver hairpin was inserted diagonally on the top of the bun, like a goddess walking down from the ancient experience card.

"Xianmi's learning is also average, she likes to dance, I sent her to Su Yanhong's dance school last year, life is never only about reading, as long as the child is willing to learn, no matter whether it can succeed or not, it is always good to learn more!"

Zhuge Jingwen's words have been affirmed by He Rulan, he has been teaching for almost 20 years, and the students taught by He Rulan themselves are not clear, only a very small number of students with good academic performance can be admitted to university, most of them are all sentient beings, it doesn't matter which way to go, the key is to have a way to go.

Every time I walked on the road to school in the railway family area, there were always students who greeted He Rulan, some were high school students who hurried to school on bicycles, some were railway workers who had taken over their parents' posts and rushed to work, and some were parents who sent their children to school.

Everyone is in a hurry, on the road to tomorrow, who can say who is the winner, and how do you know if success will be waiting for them tomorrow?

"Big brother! To be honest, I was a stupid kind of person when I was a child, and I only got into a technical school with all my strength, if it wasn't for my second brother to support me to go out to learn to paint, I'm afraid I'm still working as a warehouse keeper in an auto repair shop!"

Zhuge Jingwen continued with deep feelings: "The greatest blessing in life is to be able to engage in the profession you like, whether it is successful or not, you are always happy to be able to do what you like!"

"Mom! I also want to be a teacher at a dance school like Aunt Su in the future!" Xianmi grew up freely under Zhuge Jingwen's relaxed education since she was a child, and her eyebrows were as indifferent as her mother, not as restrained as other children, her soft fluffy curls were tied into a long ponytail, which was placed on her shoulders, and she looked even more beautiful and feminine, with an outstanding temperament.

"Cousin, you can dance a dance! I'll accompany you!" Ten year-old Zhuge Haoran was not to be outdone, and took out a tube of gourd silk from his bag, "I just practiced a tune, "Phoenix Tail Bamboo in the Moonlight"!"

"Yo he, my eldest nephew, you have also grown your skills! You can also play musical instruments!" Zhuge Zhenguo couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know when I started to like gourd silk! In the spring, I went to Yunnan on a business trip, and I begged me to bring him a gourd silk back, no, I bought one for a hundred yuan on the streets of Yunnan, and when I came back, I picked it up blindly!" Zhuge Huaizhi laughed.

"I'm not bragging! I'm studying with the teacher now!" Zhuge Haoran protested loudly.

"Yes, yes! Haoran is now a student in the National Musical Instrument Class of the Youth Palace, and he has been studying for a summer vacation, and he can practice at home every day, and he can use his skills!" He Rulan hurriedly encouraged his son.

"Great! Haoran! Teacher Su just taught us how to dance the peacock! Mom bought me a few CDs, and the musical instruments in them are gourd silk!"

In the melodious music of the gourd silk, the fairy rice dances, like a smart white peacock, drinking water by the butterfly spring, playing, and spreading its wings, although it is not skilled, but it is also dancing well!

At the end of the song, everyone applauded warmly, "Haoran is really skillful in blowing! The grasp of the rhythm is also in place!" Zhuge Jingwen was influenced by Su Yanhong and also has a certain understanding of music!

"Jingjing, isn't your classmate Su Yanhong always drifting in Beijing and Shanghai? Why do you want to go back to Yimeng to open a dance school?" asked Zhuge Zhenguo.

"Maybe you've had enough! People in their thirties should settle down! Big brother, don't worry about her, I heard that she talked about her boyfriend!"

"Look at you, who do you think I am?" Zhuge Zhenguo was a little embarrassed.

"I'm wondering! You said that apart from Jingjing, our brothers don't know anything about art, why do these three children like art? They are all quite talented! Where did this gene come from?" Zhuge Huaizhi hurriedly changed the topic.

"Who says it's not! Zhang Yan doesn't have a complete voice, and she can't sing as well as me! I don't think Xiaohe looks like a person with a sense of art!" Zhuge Zhenguo laughed and joked.

"Who said that? You don't know? When your father was alive, he was very good at erhula! He also raised a good orchid! Poetry is also his favorite, and I used to say that he was like a soldier who fought in battle?"

Wu Fengqiu cut the watermelon from the kitchen and brought it over on a tray, and when he heard their conversation, he said: "The watermelon I bought today is so good!

Looking at the three lively and lovely children, Wu Fengqiu was happy in his heart, "It's all based on the genes of their grandfather and grandfather! When your father was alive, he was really versatile! It's a pity...... He wouldn't know how happy he would be to see these children!"

Wu Fengqiu felt sad for a while, and wiped away her tears, "Mom! You see that you are sad again, aren't you? My father and his old man can also see it now, and they are laughing in the sky!"

Zhuge Zhenguo hurriedly plugged in and wiped his mother's tears, "Come on, everyone eat watermelon!" I bought a new big barbecue grill, let's eat barbecue in the yard tonight! The children will start school in two days, let them have fun today!"

Zhuge Zhenguo's huge living room was full of laughter for a while.

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Chapter 112: The House of Art