Zhang Huayan also asked this question for the audience in the live broadcast room: "When will Mr. Yi come back, can we interview him?"

"I should be back before lunch, as for the interview, this still has to be agreed by Mr. Yi himself. The old headmaster replied with a smile.

Zhang Huayan nodded, their public welfare activities today lasted for a day, since Mr. Yi could come back in the morning, there was naturally a chance.

After chatting with the old principal for a while, she and the photography team went to photograph these simple children.

"Hello, child, can you tell my sister what your name is?" Zhang Huayan squatted down and asked face to face.

Perhaps feeling Zhang Huayan's kindness, the child put away his shyness and timidity, and replied softly: "Sister...... My name is Shanquan. ”

"Hello Shanquan, can you tell me what grade you are in this year?" asked Zhang Huayan.

"I'm in third grade!" replied Shanquan.

"Is your home far away from the school, and how long does it take to walk here?" asked Zhang Huayan.

Shanquan was silent for a moment and then said, "I'm not going home...... No one at home!"

Zhang Huayan was stunned, the children in the mountains basically need to face a fact - left-behind children.

This group of children who are far away from their parents always have an indescribable expression on their faces, stubbornness and weakness, freedom and captivity, the double lack of material and emotion, complex emotions that do not belong to this age, in this isolated mountain, they are accompanied by a cold and biting cold wind, which is so desolate that it makes people feel distressed.

Zhang Huayan was silent for a moment and gently touched his greasy little brain.

The people and things in this small mountain village are always so easy to touch her, Zhang Huayan was sighing, and suddenly felt a pleasant singing voice coming from her ears.

"Eh, little friend!" she called out to a little girl who passed by her.

The little girl looked at Zhang Huayan a little timidly, and she could obviously see a panic in her eyes.

Zhang Huayan smiled, knowing that she had scared the child.

She squatted down and looked at the little girl and asked kindly, "What song did you just sing, can you sing it to your sister?"

The little girl still looked a little helpless, and turned to the old headmaster who was passing by her for help.

"Xiaoping, be bold, you sing the best, just sing to your sister!" the old principal said with a smile.

With the encouragement of the old principal, the little girl mustered up the courage to sing softly.

"The dark sky was low, and the bright stars followed. Worms fly, worms fly, who are you missing......"

The immature children's voices are clean and clear, and suddenly bring the audience closer to the fairy tale world that is a little sad, a little lonely and a little warm, and the small fireflies dot the vast night sky, like a sky full of stars, magnificent and magical.

The audience in the live broadcast room didn't hear the little girl's singing just now, so when the little girl presented the song in the camera, the live broadcast room suddenly became lively.

"Ahh

"Why do you want to cry when you hear it, it's unreasonable, it's obviously a children's song!"

"The cold wind blows, the cold wind blows, as long as you accompany you...... What a simple truth, but we adults still don't understand ......"

……

"It's so good!" Zhang Huayan said with emotion: "Can you tell my sister who taught you this song?"

"It's Teacher Yi! Teacher Yi is amazing, he can sing a lot of ......songs," the little girl said with some excitement.

Is this Teacher Yi again? Zhang Huayan said secretly in her heart.

"Mmmmmmmmmm

"Uh...... This Teacher Yi is really powerful......" Someone in the live broadcast room suddenly came up with such a sentence.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" "What's wrong?" the crowd asked curiously.

"I just checked the Internet and couldn't find this song......" the audience member spoke again.

The live broadcast room was chaotic all of a sudden.

"It's impossible, I can't find any songs on the Internet now! I can find the songs of my hometown on the Internet. ”

"It's that you won't look for it, you can definitely find it by typing in 'worm fly, bug fly'. ”

"I'm going to try it, I'll download such a nice song and give it to my baby. ”

……

After a while, the comments in the live broadcast room increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I'll go!

"How is it possible, I can't find such a beautiful song on the Internet!"

"It's unreasonable, good songs will definitely circulate on the Internet, in the era of the big Internet, ......"

"It can't be this Teacher Yi's own original......"

"That's why I said, this Teacher Yi is amazing!" The audience who was the first to find out spoke again, and the audience in the live broadcast room understood what he meant.

If the truth is really as they guessed, then this Teacher Yi is really powerful.

Being able to compose such an excellent song shows that he is very talented, plus his family is rich and kind-hearted...... They want to get to know this Teacher Yi even more......

Zhang Huayan was stunned when she saw the message in the live broadcast room, she just wanted the little girl to show her singing voice.

As for the song taught by Mr. Yi, she thought it was a song that already existed and didn't care.

At this time, I watched the comments in the live broadcast room and found that I seemed to have discovered something that I couldn't do.

If this poem is really written by Mr. Yi, then this Mr. Yi has too much to dig into.

She already wants to and can't wait to interview this Teacher Yi!

She was excited, she suddenly thought of something, and continued to ask the little girl, "What other songs did the teacher teach you?"

"Yes, yes, there is a long song outside the pavilion, by the ancient road...... But I don't know how to sing this one...... "The little girl pouted.

"Stupid! This song is called "Farewell", not outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road!" a little boy next to him hummed.

He is Tu Can, who just entered the school some time ago, and it was this song that Mr. Yi taught on the day his grandfather brought him to school with potatoes, so he remembered it very clearly.

"Then do you know how to sing this song?" Zhang Huayan's eyes lit up, and she looked at Tu Can and asked with a smile.

Originally, Tu Can was a little reluctant, but thinking that it was Teacher Yi who sang this song, he didn't resist too much.

For Teacher Yi, he has both respect and admiration in his heart, and as his student, he naturally doesn't want to embarrass him.

Tu Can coughed, cleared his throat, and began to sing loudly.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, and the sky is ......"

A calm and calm, sad but not sad song was sung by him with a high pitch, with a red face and a thick neck, which attracted the attention of the teams who were distributing the goods.

"No, no, that's not how the teacher sings!"

"Hahahaha, Tu Can, you sing so ugly!" the children laughed.

"What? You actually said that the teacher's song is ugly!" Tu Can was not convinced and chased after him.

"It's not that Mr. Yi's song is ugly, it's that you sing it!" The children laughed as they ran, making a mess.

And Zhang Huayan was a little excited, waiting for the conclusion of the audience in the live broadcast room......

A moment later.

"This one didn't ...... Oh my God, it's really that teacher's original song!"

"Although this song is sung a little strangely by this kid, it is obviously a good song......"

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green...... That's a brilliant word!

"Accidentally caught a wild genius!

"This Teacher Yi is really condescending to be a teacher......

"Fart, teaching and educating talents is the most respectable!"

The live broadcast room was noisy again.

(End of chapter)