Chapter Twenty-Four: Singing and Leaving

In the midst of everyone's play, the vocal lesson soon began. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Yan opened his notebook and waited for the arrival of the teacher. The lecturer of the vocal class is a woman, in her thirties, not a particularly beautiful kind, but she is very intellectual and very literary.

The beginning of the lecture was also very incisive, Wang Yan felt that his hands were a little insufficient, and he kept recording some things that the teacher said. These knowledge are very easy to understand, because after all, this is a performance department and not a music department, so the narration of vocal music is very simple, and this is just right for Wang Yan, if the narration is too profound, Wang Yan will not understand it even if he writes it down.

The female teacher, who was very literary and artistic, saw that she was almost done, and then ordered a few students to sing songs such as "Ode to the Yellow River" and "Motherland, My Mother".

Listening to these students singing, Wang Yan is also interested, although these songs are very ancient, and Wang Yan can't hear good or bad songs, but can they be taught as examples, will they be some bad songs?

Another classmate sat down, and after Huang Bo's introduction, Wang Yan knew that this classmate's name was Ma Wenlong, a very domineering name.

Just when the female lecturer was about to continue to ask the students to stand up and sing, suddenly the climbing classmate who was laughing at Wang Yan raised his hand and said, "Teacher, we have a little creative prince here, and his original song I heard last night was very good." ”

Wang Yan didn't know that he had been shot while lying down, and he was still looking at this climbing classmate with great interest, ready to see the little prince of creation in their department.

The female lecturer may not usually have much of a teacher's stand, so she didn't blame Jiang Yan or anything, but said with a smile: "Oh, which classmate is it, stand up by yourself and sing a song for the handsome guys and beauties in our department." ”

The students in the department laughed when they heard it, and then they looked left and right, waiting for the little prince to stand up and play a song for everyone, but no one stood up for a minute.

The female lecturer of the vocal class raised her eyes and said with a smile: "It seems that our little prince is still shy, so many people dare not sing." ”

Jiang Yan secretly glanced at Wang Yan and found that he was sitting with his waist up and his stomach tucked in, and he didn't mean to get up at all, Liu Yifei also noticed it, and felt that her face was a little hot, but she made a mess and instigated her classmates to raise their hands.

Seeing that Wang Yan hadn't reacted yet, Jiang Yan opened his teeth and claws angrily, pouted, and pretended to be angry at Wang Yan and said, "Hey, little prince, don't you come to our department to sing a song to soothe us?" In this case, next time you come again, I will let the three hundred swords and axes in our department pull you down and behead you." ”

Hearing what his classmate said, Wang Yan realized that the little prince of creation was talking about himself, and for a while, he was really at a loss, he didn't have the experience of standing in front of so many people and singing, and he was a little panicked for a while. The point is, he is not a creative little prince, at most a little prince of plagiarism, but it is even more impossible to say this now.

When the students in the department heard Crawl say this, they all coaxed, slapped their hands, and coaxed: "Sing one, sing one." ”

The female lecturer now knows that the original little prince of creation is the student who came with Huang Bo, but she didn't care about it at the beginning, listen to the class well, don't mistreat, don't destroy, and absorb knowledge, which is welcomed by every teacher. But what she didn't expect was that this class-rubbing student really didn't show his face, and he could still create original songs.

Although she didn't think that this student's original song was good, in order to enliven the atmosphere in the department, she also smiled and said: "Yes, little classmate, you just stand up and sing one, otherwise the teacher will not allow you to enter my class again." ”

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Wang Yan feels this way now, glanced at Huang Bo, hoping that Huang Bo, a buddy, could save himself, but found that this guy was also coaxing, but he knew that when Huang Bo didn't enter the academy before, he was an authentic 'North Drifter', and he often sang in a hurry, but due to his image problems, he never became popular.

There was no way, suppressing the shyness of his psychological side, Wang Yan stood up and said: "In order to be able to come to such a class again in the future, then I will let it go, if you don't sing well, forgive me, just take a piece of paper and plug your ears if you can't bear it." ”

As soon as Wang Yan said this, the students in the department laughed, and even the female teacher on the podium laughed, and Wang Yan calmed down slightly in this atmosphere.

As I walk down every street here / My heart never seems to be at peace / Except for the roar of the engine and the sound of electricity / I seem to hear its bone-eating heartbeat / I laugh here, I cry here

Singing this, the classmates in the department have stopped laughing and chatting privately, they all looked at Wang Yan one by one, and quietly listened to Wang Yan singing, even the female lecturer on the stage slowly put down her smile and listened attentively, although she is not a professor of music, but she can still hear the quality of a song, and there seems to be a story in this song.

Crawl secretly wrote a small note and handed it to Liu Yifei, which read: "Hey, Sissi, I've done it." After writing, I also drew a smiley face.

Liu Yifei also smiled at Crawling, but the smile was full of spoofs, and a pair of good-looking big eyes were like crescent moons.

The café and the square are three blocks away / It's like the distance from the neon sign to the moon / People comfort and hug each other in their struggles / Looking for and chasing the broken dreams that are dying・・・・・・ if one day I have to leave / I want people to bury me here / Here I can feel my presence / There are so many things here that I love / I laugh here I cry here / I live here and die here / I pray here I am lost here / I look here and lose here / North .Jingbei Beijing

When a song was finally sung, the students were a little stunned. They heard Huang Bo say that what he brought was his junior brother, but the junior brother can write such a good song and sing such a good timbre? The female lecturer also noticed, and now she is very suspicious of the identity of this class-rubbing student, but she didn't say it, she felt quite satisfied to be able to meet such a good writer who could write original and write so well to listen to her lecture.

And just when there was no sound in the classroom of the department, the class finally ended, and then the students in the department applauded and applauded.

Huang Bo sat beside Wang Yan, and at this moment he lowered his head and wiped the tears in his eyes. This song seems to have a kind of magic, bringing him into the life of the previous North Drift again, and he doesn't feel a little astringent in his heart. However, now no one has noticed Huang Bo, if he knew that Huang Bo, who has always been funny, would cry, I don't know how big a news it would be.