Zhang Liang told Huang Guolun about his sad experience in the morning: "Isn't our home far away from the school, and I have to take two buses every day to get to school. It was the same this morning. When I took the second bus, an aunt in front of me got off the bus, the seat was vacant, and I was the closest to me, so I was about to sit down. At this time, the driver stepped on the brake, and an uncle with a roasted white potato trembled and threw the sweet potato on the seat, and I didn't see it, so I sat down with my ass, and then 'poofed'......"

Huang Guolun was amused by the popping sound coming from Zhang Liang's mouth, and asked him, "Did you sit on the white potatoes?"

"yes, that's unlucky! The white potato pulp was squeezed out and rubbed against my pants. ”

"And then you're going home and changing your pants?"

"Nope. Zhang Liang gestured to Huang Guolun and said: "At that time, I didn't see too much, and the uncle apologized to me for a long time, I thought about wiping it with paper, and I didn't go home to change my pants." Later, Liu Lu, the big-mouthed girl in our class, and another sister also got on this bus. When they saw me wiping the potato pulp on my pants with paper, they thought I was sitting on, and they laughed at me that I was a 'flying man', which made me angry! I told them that I was sitting on a white potato pulp, but they didn't believe me. As soon as I was ruthless, I licked a piece of white potato and ate it for them to see! As a result, Liu Lu and the sisters were not poor and said that I was eating! There was a big sister next to me who didn't understand what was going on, thinking that I was really eating...... It made me sick! I even wanted to die!"

Recalling the scene at that time, Zhang Liang's expression was painful, and he complained: "It's really unlucky! Later, I quickly got out of the car, and ran all the way home to take a shower and change my pants." ”

Huang Guolun nodded with a smile and expressed sympathy for Zhang Liang's plight.

"Alas......" Zhang Liang said dejectedly: "I've been too much lately, as if I have been possessed by the god of decay, I have to go to the Lama Temple to burn incense and worship this week." ”

"You usually pay attention, don't be arrogant, there won't be so much trouble. ”

"Teacher Huang, you see that I've been so miserable lately, in next week's music class, isn't it, let's stop singing world famous songs?"

"How can this work? I asked you to sing world famous songs to help you build up your self-confidence. ”

"Teacher Huang, I'm already so confident that I don't need to build up my self-confidence anymore, just spare me for a few weeks and let me slow down. ”

"If you really don't want to sing, I won't be difficult for you. ”

Zhang Liang was stunned, but he didn't expect the ironclad Huang Guolun to let go, and a surprised expression suddenly bloomed on his face, and asked, "I really don't have to sing anymore?"

"It's up to you, if you really don't want to sing, stop singing. But I think that if you can continue to sing like this and practice until New Year's Day, your singing confidence will definitely be significantly improved, and if you sign up for the performance of the New Year's Day song party, there will be a great chance of being selected. ”

Zhang Liang didn't think so far, and when Huang Guolun told him, he remembered the New Year's Day song party and asked, "You mean, I should go to the New Year's Day song party?"

"Guan Qiangguo, you won the third place in the school celebration performance, and it is also the first place in the singing category, which caused a sensation in the whole school, and there should be many students who want to listen to you sing again. You don't want to be in the limelight again?"

"Think!" As soon as he said that he was in the limelight, Zhang Liang immediately became very excited, and said: "Mr. Huang, are you still willing to guide us again? Only by accepting your guidance can we go further and further on the road of height!"

"Hehe, you don't pat me on the back anymore. You don't want to sing anymore, what else can I teach you? ”

"Who said I don't want to sing anymore? Mr. Huang, don't get me wrong!"

Zhang Liang changed his attitude of not wanting to sing before, and the whole person was about to jump up, and Huang Guolun assured: "The famous song "Night Shanghai" that you arranged for me this week, I have already practiced the melon! I can't wait to sing it to my classmates in your music class! Teacher Huang, if you think that I can't sing enough, just arrange a few more songs for me, and I will practice more! As long as I keep singing, you will guide Lao Guan and us to participate in the New Year's Day song party, right?"

Huang Guolun smiled and said: "Look at your performance, if you can always sing seriously, I will naturally guide you." But if you always cheating and playing tricks and can't sing well, I don't need to guide you. ”

"Teacher Huang, don't worry, I'm absolutely super hard at singing! I won't let you down! Next week, you will see, I want you to hear the resurrected male version of Zhou Xuan singing "Night Shanghai"!"

"Hurry up and go to class, don't brag with me. In next week's music lesson, I'll put your practice to the test. ”

"No problem! I'll definitely amaze you next week! Teacher Huang, then I'll go to class, let's see you later!"

Zhang Liang excitedly said goodbye to Huang Guolun, as if he had been charged, and rushed to the teaching building to go to class with all his vitality.

Looking at Zhang Liang's energetic back, Huang Guolun was quite relieved.

Although Zhang Liang became so excited when he saw the opportunity to be in the limelight again, in the final analysis, it was all the credit of music and the change that music made to him.

Being able to use music to make other people's lives better, or add colorful seasonings to other people's lives, Huang Guolun will have a special sense of satisfaction and achievement.

At noon that day, Huang Guolun met and had a meal with Sun Yanjin, who he hadn't seen for a few days. After that, they each went back to the school to rest in the lunch break dormitory specially prepared for them teachers.

At 12:50 a.m., the two met again and walked together to the music classroom in the annex building.

Sun Yanjin asked the 10 boys and 25 girls selected by their class to participate in the chorus, as well as Dongfang Liang who played the piano and Zhang Jing who played the guzheng to accompany them, to gather in the music classroom on time, and Huang Guolun would give them 40 minutes of choral instruction.

At lunchtime, Sun Yanjin had already given Huang Guolun a vaccination, and the students in their class were a little skinned by her, no big or small, and they were particularly naughty and outgoing. If these children make any excessive jokes, she asked Huang Guolun to take care of them and not to be angry with these students.

On the way to the music classroom, Sun Yanjin gave Huang Guolun another vaccination: "You have to focus on taking care of that Dongfang Liang later." This kid's personality is a bit lazy, and he is very lazy, and he is not active in doing anything. He didn't want to participate in this choir competition, because he thought it was too much time to practice. No matter what I say, it doesn't work, it's easy to talk about it, coercion and temptation, he just won't participate. Eventually, I called his dad and suggested that he participate in more of these group activities. His father came forward to persuade him, and this is how he persuaded him. But Dongfang Liang's attitude is still not very positive. If you hadn't said you had to have a piano accompaniment, I wouldn't have wanted him to participate in this choir competition. ”

"I didn't say I had to have a piano accompaniment. Huang Guolun told Sun Yanjin: "It's okay to have Zhang Jing's guzheng accompaniment, and the piano is just the icing on the cake." If that Dongfang Liang really doesn't want to participate, don't force him to practice hard. He didn't pay attention to the practice, and in the end, if he didn't get it right, he would mess up the whole chorus. ”

"I don't have to use the piano to accompaniment! I knew that I wouldn't bother to 'please' Dongfang Liang. Wait for it to pass, I'll let him do whatever he likes, and I don't need him to practice. ”

"If he is willing to practice, you can let him practice along, and it will be better with piano accompaniment. If he doesn't want to practice, you can let him do whatever he likes. ”

As they spoke, the two walked into the auxiliary building of the teaching building.

Enter the lobby on the first floor.

Huang Guolun immediately heard the sound of a piano coming from the music room on the third floor.

Sun Yanjin also heard it and told Huang Guolun: "This should be Dongfang Liangdan." I forgot to tell you just now that this kid is a stinky fart in addition to Lai Pi, and he likes all kinds of dazzling. I guess now he is showing off his piano skills in front of his classmates. ”

"I have to say, he has a bit of a dazzling capital, and he plays very well, Chopin's Nocturne No. 2. ”

After listening to it for a few ears, Huang Guolun realized that it was Chopin's "Nocturne in E flat major", that is, No. 2 Nocturne.

This "Nocturne" is very moving, it is one of Chopin's masterpieces, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most popular nocturne in the world.

Before being smashed open by the lunch box, Huang Guolun felt that this "Nocturne in E flat major" was the best nocturne he had ever heard, and there was no one.

But after his head was smashed, another version of "Nocturne in E-flat major" appeared in his mind, which was even clearer and more moving than this Chopin Nocturne No. 2, and more elegant, full of poetry.

He didn't know that the "Nocturne" that appeared in his head was also made by Chopin, but it was made by Chopin from another world.

He had played this nocturne at home before.

When he played, he felt as if he had become a piano poet like Chopin, and he was about to be moved and drunk by his own piano sound.

With these gods' ears, he will always be overwhelmed by the musical light that flows from his body.

When shining with these musical lights, he always has a wonderful feeling of colliding with other artistic souls.

The artistic souls that collided with him seemed to come from the distant galaxy, and as if they were in his own body, giving him infinite musical inspiration.

The reason why he is captivated by his own music is that he is captivated by this wonderful feeling of colliding with other artistic souls to create musical sparks.

This kind of taste is indescribable, Huang Guolun has never had it before, these are all things he only felt after he was opened by Bai Yao's lunch box.

He couldn't figure out what kind of magical realm it was. Maybe every genius will have this wonderful state of "the article is natural, and the magic hand is even".

Anyway, he can now identify himself as a musical genius.