At seven o'clock in the morning, Zhang Xingming called the little er and the girl to wash up, and the three of them moved around the courtyard for a while, then ate breakfast, got in the car and walked to the Yinyuan Academy.

There are obviously more cars in the capital than in Fengtian and Cupxi, but the streets are also wider and not very crowded, and there are many, many years away from three blocks a day.

The car walked south in an inverse Z-shape, about seven kilometers away, to the Conservatory.

The Conservatory of Music is famous and has a big status, but the school is really not big, because of the long academic system, so there are very few students enrolled every year, sometimes there are several people in a department, at most a dozen people, so there are not many teachers and students.

The Central Conservatory of Music was originally the Bayu Shapingba Qingmuguan National Conservatory of Music, which was established in 40 years and later moved to Jinling.

In 49, it moved to Tianjing, and merged with the Music Troupe of Northeast Lu Xun Academy of Literature and Art, the Music Department of Huada Academy of Literature and Art, the Music Department of Beiping Art College, the Huhai Conservatory of Music, and the Hong Kong Island Conservatory of Music, and was officially named the Central Conservatory of Music.

In '52, the Department of Music of Yenching University was merged into the School of Music.

In '58, the college moved to Fuxingmon, Kyoto.

It can be said that at that time, it was the strength of the whole country that dismantled and merged all the music colleges and universities in China, and established such a school specializing in cultivating Western music talents, the only 211 music school in the country, which was unbeatable on the road of cracking down on and denigrating national music.

Don't say it also has a folk music department, that's a joke. It is the general trend of the rise of folk music in recent years that the Department of Folk Music has turned over a little, and the old professors who taste folk music have their own experience.

The car enters through the West Gate.

At this time, in fact, this side has been "modernized", and the South Mansion of King Alcohol has been demolished, and the leaders feel that the ancient mansion is too embarrassing, and they represent the advanced West. With the exception of a small number of school leaders' residences, only a portion of the building remains in the northeast corner to this day.

There are only two places left in the entire Alcohol King South Mansion now, one is here, and the other is in the southwest of Struggle Primary School. Struggle Primary School was founded by the last owner of Prince Alcohol's Mansion and then donated to the state. At that time, the state had a policy that schools could not be confiscated.

In the eyes of the Chinese people, modernization is a high-rise building, and too many people do not know that modernization is ideological, and strength is not in words, and learning is not imitation and all-round worship, and even they do not understand what progress is.

As a result, there was a boom in the country, and people went forward to take pride in the Western style, respect the Western style, and even eat the meat is bloody barbecue, but they don't know that this is the way that the ancestors abandoned thousands of years ago.

For a while, those who sing operas are better than singing small songs, and those who play the piano are more upscale than those who play the guqin.

What a strange way of thinking. Shouting slogans in the mouth, but the body is honestly prostrate at the feet of Western adults and kneeling and licking, this is the mainstream thinking of the upper elite. It is this group of people that we rely on to guide our thinking, formulate policies, and become strong.

We will win. After decades of hard work, we have become accustomed to it.

The west gate is the administrative building, because of the row of passes in front of the car, the three cars enter unimpeded. In fact, it is really not easy to be a doorman in a major unit in the capital, not only to be smart, but also to have a strong memory, flexible response, and all kinds of passes must be familiar, otherwise the work will suddenly be gone one day.

Get out of the car and go upstairs to find the principal's office.

The two girls don't have an admission notice at this time, so they must have come in through the back door, which is a special recruitment.

In 91, more than 2.6 million people participated in the college entrance examination nationwide, with an acceptance rate of 21%, and the key score line is 496 in science, 450 in liberal arts, 538 in Ludong Provincial Science, and 497 in literature. The highest in the country in liberal arts is Xiangnan, 499, and the highest in science is in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, with 547 points.

In my memory, in the 90s, Lu Dong's score line was a lot higher than the standard line, and other provinces were happy to get the key results, but Lu Dong could only cry and fall off the list, and I don't know who Lu Dong offended.

Since 2000, various provinces have begun to take the college entrance examination independently.

What was supposed to be a fair exam was artificially divided into three, six, nine, and so on. What is said that this province has a large population, that province has a small population, this province has a good educational foundation, and that there has a weak educational foundation, it is really an extremely ridiculous reason, the college entrance examination should be for the selection of talents, and it has become a big pot of rice here, and they have to share a mouthful, and they don't know what structure these people have in their heads.

China has never found problems to solve them, but used strange ways to delay and deal with them, and then be complacent and applaud their "high efficiency and energy saving". Money, it's better to build a building, buy a car, eat, drink, and distribute welfare.

The principal is already waiting in the office, and Xiao Zhou's face is already in the country, and no one dares to ignore it.

"Hello, hello. These are those two classmates, right? Hong Fei, Yang Caiyi, right? Hahaha. The headmaster laughed heartily.

The two girls greeted the principal, and Zhang Xingming said: "Yes, it's them, I want to learn music edification." ”

The principal took out the prepared admission letter and asked, "What do you want to study?" piano, conducting, or music education?"

Zhang Xingming said: "They want to learn folk music and classical music. ”

The principal was stunned: "Folk music? Now the popular trend is Western music, when it comes to classical music, it is stronger in the West, the world trend, our folk music is already a little, it can't keep up with the times, it is not recognized in the world, few people can appreciate it, or Western music has developed." ”

Zhang Xingming said: "If you learn something, you must learn what you like, the trend of the times has you all, and the two of them are not bad." ”

The principal said: "The funds in the academy have not been very sufficient, and the funds for folk music are even less for some reasons, and to be honest, folk music is basically self-entertainment, and there are almost no opportunities to participate in performances or win awards, don't you reconsider?"

Zhang Xingming said with a smile: "No need, just folk music, they have never lived abroad, and they are not familiar with the humanities and history there, and they can't appreciate the so-called noble music of different sects and different origins, and they don't want to be recognized for any awards in the past, it's just an interest." ”

The principal lifted his glasses, looked at Zhang Xingming and asked, "What is the relationship between you and them, junior classmates, where do you go to school?"

Zhang Xingming said: "This is my daughter-in-law, this is my sister." I haven't gone to school for a long time, I don't have time, I'm too busy with work, and it's actually a pity. ”

The headmaster raised his eyebrows, and there was a kind of contempt in his eyes: "You're not old, are you?"

Zhang Xingming smiled, took out his work card and put it on the table: "I am eighteen years old this year. Uncle Zhou and I are colleagues. ”