Facing Lao Hei's ardent expectations, Chen Ziang was a little unbearable, but he couldn't bear to lie to him, and replied truthfully: "Teacher Tan, I took so much leave some time ago, and it was indeed the art exam, I'm sorry, I didn't dare to tell the truth at that time." ”

Lao Hei was stunned for a moment, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

A student with such good grades went to an art school.

Tsinghua University and Peking University's material.

Lin'an No. 1 Middle School has several such students admitted every year.

Chen Ziang's grades are so good, he plays normally, and it is not a problem to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University at all.

"Do you really want to go to art school?" asked the old black after a pause.

Chen Ziang knew that Lao Hei must be a little disappointed, hesitated for a while, and said: "Teacher Tan, I think art can bring a higher level of spiritual needs to people's lives. Nowadays, many people and families have been lifted out of poverty, and they are not lacking in material things, and they need spiritual food even more. I think art is a great undertaking, and it is easier to influence and change the values of the younger generation. I want to dedicate myself to the arts, lead by example, and influence a generation. ”

Old Black was surprised.

But soon he nodded secretly, Chen Ziang really could say this.

When he confronted Mr. Wei, he said the kind of things that high school students could hardly say.

"I didn't expect you to be so upright and ambitious, as a teacher I am very pleased, we certainly hope that you will have good grades, but we also hope that you can be an upright person, have lofty ideals and ambitions. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Tan, I won't let you down. Chen Ziang said respectfully.

Lao Hei seemed to want to open up, and quickly said happily: "Ziang, do your parents know that you are going to be admitted to an art school?"

Chen Ziang said embarrassedly: "I know, I just asked for too much leave at the beginning, and I couldn't make it up anymore, so I confessed to them." ”

Lao Hei couldn't cry or laugh, thinking about it, Chen Ziang also asked him for leave for various reasons, this kid.

"Do they approve of it too?" asked the old black concern.

"Hmm. Chen Ziang nodded: "My parents respect my wishes, Mr. Tan, thank you very much for your understanding." You can rest assured, not to mention that the art school has not yet passed the notice of professional passing, even if it does, I will study hard and live up to my youth and the expectations of my teachers and parents. ”

Lao Hei nodded approvingly and asked Chen Ziang to go back to self-study.

After Chen Ziang went back, he breathed a sigh of relief again.

The head teacher's mind is still quite open-minded, if he is a teacher like Wei Jialong, he will be dragged by him, and he will persuade him to take a good university entrance examination, and even persuade him with his parents that the art school is too unreliable.

"Handsome, come with me to record songs on the weekend. After self-study next night, on the way home, Chen Ziang said to Dai Shuai.

For more than a month, "The Story of Time" and "Middle School Days" have become popular all over the country and have become must-play songs on campus.

He felt that it was time to release a new song.

Many classic songs from his previous life have been recorded by him intermittently, and the scores and lyrics are full of written in a book.

He only put down this book at home.

He has even applied for copyright registration for some songs by himself, and they have taken effect, so he no longer has to worry about being plagiarized and has nowhere to redress.

However, although "The Story of Time" and "Middle School Days" were popular, he and Dai Shuai also shared 50,000 yuan last month.

This month is estimated to be less.

Because the protection period of new songs has passed, those few websites have the right to open free auditions, and even open free downloads, and you can download them without membership or money.

It is precisely because of this that the song is completely popular.

"What song?" Dai Shuai's eyes lit up, he now admired Chen Ziang a little.

What is talented, it is a person like Chen Ziang.

"Come to my house after school on Friday, I'll play and sing to you first, and by the way, you can comment and give some advice. Chen Ziang invited the acting marshal to be a guest.

He has been a guest at Dai Shuai's house a few times, and Dai Shuai has also been a guest at his house a few times.

"Good!" the deputy marshal was extremely excited.

After school on Friday afternoon, Dai Shuai walked with Chen Ziang, and there was no need to study at night on Friday night.

Chen Ziang has already told his mother to come to the house as a guest and make an extra dinner for dinner.

When the two returned home, Shi Jia and Chen Feng had not yet returned.

Chen Ziang hugged the guitar, went to the elevator with Dai Shuai, and climbed to the top of the building.

On the top of the thirty-second floor, the sun will set.

Chen Ziang sat on the railing, because there was a baffle below, he was steady, and sat steadily.

The acting marshal also sat aside.

"You can't see this side of the city at home. Overlooking the whole city, Chen Ziang said to the acting marshal with a smile.

The acting marshal looked into the distance, the weather was very good, and the Lin'an City in front of him was almost shrouded in his field of vision.

The heavens and the earth are vast, and the feeling of grandeur is coming.

But in the sunset, the light makes people feel a little desolate.

After looking at it for a while, Dai Shuai turned his senses, a little impatient, took out his mobile phone and urged: "Speed, I'll record it first." ”

Chen Ziang refused and said, "Don't record it, just listen to it." ”

The acting marshal wondered: "Why don't you record it." ”

"Listen quietly, seriously, if you think it sounds good, let's go to the studio to record it, and if it doesn't sound good, change to another one." Chen Ziang said.

The agent had no choice but to put away his mobile phone.

Chen Ziang tried the tone, played it for a while, and then quieted down.

Dai Shuai turned his head to look at Chen Ziang, and suddenly found that Chen Ziang's expression was a little gloomy.

He's mobilizing emotions.

After a while, Chen Ziang began to play the guitar.

A stirring spirit in the heart of the acting marshal.

This tune is a little sentimental.

Then, he heard Chen Ziang start humming softly.

The acting marshal couldn't help but turn his head and look ahead.

At this moment, with the sound of the guitar and Chen Ziang's singing, and then looking at the time that is gradually passing in front of him, Dai Shuai's heart is very blocked.

If you complain, you will cry like a complaint.

Simple soundtrack, straightforward lyrics, deep emotion.

He wondered for a moment whether this song was written by Chen Ziang.

The song is fantastic, but Chen Ziang is only eighteen years old, so he writes such a forced thing?

It's hard to imagine an ordinary young man writing such a song.

There is a lot of information in this song, and there are many thoughts and emotions that can be comprehended.

Who and what are the ones he is talking about?

Is it the beauty of the past, or the years and people of life? There are too many people to savor and reminisce.

Chen Ziang looked at the distance and sang in the distance, he remembered everything in his previous life and in his childhood, those who were young, those old people in the village, and the stars in the summer, and even, some people and things when he grew up.

Remembering the good memories that once everything was blown away.

Dai Shuai looked at Chen Ziang easily, and suddenly found that he was singing and singing, tears falling down, but he continued to play and sing as if he didn't notice it.

Dai Shuai's heart was blocked, and the sunset was getting milder and milder, as if it was about to burn out.

There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, there is a word called "the end of the song is scattered", and this song sings this flavor both in terms of words and songs.