Chapter 5 Submission and Guitar
St. Stephen's Church High School is not a prestigious school, because of the nature of the church, the tuition fee is relatively cheaper, and the student population is a bit mixed.
Because of the factors of the times, the 80s were also the most active and prosperous period of Xiangjiang society, and this kind of ordinary school with complex personnel could not avoid being affected to a certain extent.
In schools, many students are connected to the outside society, and although they are not yet formally admitted through ceremonies, they behave in the same way, regardless of whether they are boys or girls.
This situation is not less described in the Xiangjiang movie, which is basically similar to the movie.
However, the school is also very peaceful, and if you don't like it, you can not associate with those students, generally speaking, the well water does not interfere with the river water, and it will not affect anything.
Walking out of the school gate, there are boys and girls smoking cigarettes and swearing, Zhang Xiaoye and Zhou Huimin are also used to it, and they don't see it.
It had been a long time since school, and the two of them went to the music room to study for a while before they were ready to go home, and Zhou Huimin said: "When did you play your guitar so well, I didn't find out." ”
Zhang Xiaoye smiled and said: "This is talent, I didn't care about it before, but once I put my heart into it, it's not worth mentioning at all." ”
"Narcissism. Zhou Huimin grimaced at him again.
There is nothing wrong with saying that he is talented, but more importantly, Zhang Xiaoye has already learned before, not only guitar, but also piano He is also very 6.
It's just that in the previous life, the talent can only be said to be average, especially the voice is not good, and the level of practice is just like that, so it is said that it is a level that can't even pass the audition of the talent show.
And now, this body does have a strong talent for music, and the voice is impeccable, even the vocal teacher is full of praise, and the combination of the efforts of the past life and the current talent can be said to be almost perfect.
Compared with vocal music, Zhang Xiaoye is more concerned about vocal music now, after all, having a good voice can only be said to be a grandfather's appreciation, and what achievements can be achieved the day after tomorrow have to rely on their own efforts.
The music theory of the instrument has been mastered almost by himself, and the poor thing is the singing skills, and he needs to improve this aspect, and it just so happens that the vocal music teacher at the school appreciates his voice very much and is very willing to teach him.
Even Zhou Huimin couldn't help but say: "Teacher Wang, she likes you very much, but she doesn't care about me as much." ”
"That's because you weren't very interested in singing before. By the way, Amin, why don't you put the piano on first and learn to sing with me, there is no harm in having more knowledge, maybe you can use it in the future. ”
"Do you really think so?" Zhou Huimin stopped and stared at Zhang Xiaoye very suspiciously, and Zhang Xiaoye said, "Of course, you can also accompany me." ”
"I knew you had such an idea, don't I accompany you now?" Glancing at Zhang Xiaoye, Zhou Huimin took a step forward and continued to walk forward.
Zhang Xiaoye hurriedly shouted: "The direction is wrong, we said that we would go and submit, and then follow me to buy a guitar." ”
Zhou Huimin walked back stupidly and muttered, "I have to go with you." ”
There is a lot of traffic on the road, and the two of them are really like a little couple, and everyone who passes by thinks so.
Zhang Xiaoye smiled and said, "You can't throw me down pitifully, it's a big deal that I invite you to eat fish balls." ”
Near Hong Kong Middle School, there are also many roadside stalls, with a variety of snacks and delicious tastes.
Zhou Huimin seemed to be satisfied with eating the fish balls, and said, "You haven't told me where to vote yet." ”
The book market in Xiangjiang is very prosperous, and there are many publishing houses, but Zhang Xiaoye did not plan to vote directly for the publishing house, so he said: "I plan to participate in the Qingwen Award, and it seems better to mix up the awards first." ”
"As for the Qingwen Award, there are quite a lot of people who pay attention. Zhou Huimin nodded.
Zhang Xiaoye checked the information and learned that the Xiangjiang Youth Literature Award is the most influential and currently the only literary award in Xiangjiang, which was founded in 72 years and the organizing committee is a non-profit organization.
The officers of the organizing committee of the Youth Award are all university students, mainly from Xiangjiang University and Xiangjiang Chinese University, all of whom have great enthusiasm for literature.
Don't look at the fact that it was just founded by a group of college students, in the history of more than ten years, the winners of the Qingwen Award are all famous figures, and all those who like literary creation will contribute to the Qingwen Award, which shows its influence.
The Youth Literature Award is committed to encouraging young people to read and write, promoting literature, and in addition to the awards, many literature-related activities will be held, which can also gain a lot of attention.
As a non-profit organization, the organizing committee has no money at all, and the prize money is naturally pitiful, at most it has a symbolic meaning.
Zhang Xiaoye herself is not running for the prize money, and the most important thing is that she can get better publishing channels through the Qingwen Award.
I mailed the manuscript, visited several musical instrument stores with Zhou Huimin, and finally bought a guitar with a good price and acceptable price, and all the things that needed to be done were done, and he looked at the small shop on the side of the road and said, "Have you digested the fish balls in your stomach?"
"After walking so far, I've already digested it. Before Zhou Huimin responded, Zhang Xiaoye grabbed her hand and said, "That's right, I invite you to eat fried chicken." ”
After being dragged out for two steps, Zhou Huimin stopped and said angrily: "You have spent a lot of money today, and Uncle Jian doesn't know when he will come over this year." ”
A guitar is almost about to squeeze out Zhang Xiaoye's savings, fried chicken is a luxury consumption for high school students, and Zhou Huimin feels sorry for him.
However, Zhang Xiaoye didn't care, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I can get the manuscript fee when my novel is published, what is it to eat fried chicken, I will let you eat it every day in the future." ”
"I don't know if I can publish it now, and I'll talk about it when I get the manuscript fee. Zhou Huimin was very persistent, and said instead: "Let's go home, it's getting dark." ”
Zhang Xiaoye grabbed her hand and raised it, smiled a little proudly, and said, "Amin, you really look like a housekeeper now." ”
Zhou Huimin's face flushed, as if he had only now noticed that his hand was being held by Zhang Xiaoye, so he quickly pulled back and turned around to leave, saying, "I'm too lazy to care about you." ”
"Okay, believe in my strength, the manuscript fee will definitely be able to be obtained, and I will have a luxury if I am happy today. Zhang Xiaoye grabbed Zhou Huimin's hand again and dragged her to the snack bar.