"The wind blows off the last leaf,

My heart is also covered with snow. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Love can only be stacked in memories,

oh~ to the next season.

Suddenly, the treetops burst into flowers,

I didn't feel anything.

oh~ The whole street is full of people in love,

I walked alone on a warm night.

I want to say goodbye to the past,

When the seasons keep changing, oh~

But still a little less resolute,

In this lonely season......"

On Sunday morning, after the morning exercise, Li Mingcheng returned to the bedroom to practice singing as usual.

There is no accident in success, and there will always be hardships and sweat that you can't see behind everyone's glamorous beauty. No matter how talented you are, no matter how talented you are, hard work is always the only way to succeed, and you can't take advantage of it. Every seemingly incredible miracle in the world is actually like this, as the oil seller said, "Without him, for the hand to know." ”

"The sun is shining on the seashore,

A world where love blooms.

Looking at everything from afar,

oh~ remember the rage.

Outside the window are the leaves that are about to wither yellow,

Sentimentality has something in my heart

oh~ I know those who have loved,

How the heart is slowly withering.

I want to say goodbye to the past,

When the seasons keep changing, oh~

But always less resolute,

In this lonely season......"

On Friday night, my mother, Shi Wenju, came home from work, and at the same time brought back the results of Li Mingcheng's placement test. The results are very good, with a total score of 1050, he scored 813 points, and it is a sure thing to enter the top class.

Li Mingcheng, who was still a little apprehensive before, finally breathed a sigh of relief, this first hurdle has finally passed, at least his mother said that he would not interfere with his music in the arts and sciences exam.

However, Shi Wenju still admonished him with a straight face, "Let me repeat again, I will not support you to take this path, you can take it as a hobby." But if you want to eat off it...... Hmph, wait, you'll fall on your heels sooner or later! ”

At that time, Li Mingcheng was a little speechless, it seemed that he still had a long way to go if he wanted to change his mother's opinion.

"And through the cold of the wind, the last lamp went out,

From the memories I slowly crossed.

In this lonely season,

It's still the season of loneliness,

Same lonely season......"

After singing a song, Li Mingcheng stopped, took a sip of warm boiled water to clear his throat and relieve the fatigue in his throat. Then put down the glass and pick up the guitar again.

"The world in the rearview mirror, goodbye farther and farther away.

You turn your back, and the side face is still beautiful.

I chased it with my eyes, and I heard your tears.

Wandering outside the car window was an opportunity I missed.

The direction in which you stood, with tears in my eyes.

The streetscape keeps receding, and your crumble is piecemeal outside the window.

I'm all the way north, leaving the season with you.

You say you're so tired that you can't fall in love with anyone anymore.

The wind was blowing on the mountain road, and the pictures of the past were all about me.

I'm ashamed to count how many times I hurt you......"

In fact, Li Mingcheng practiced singing not only to regain the skills of his previous life and temper his voice, but also to correct his singing voice. In his previous life, because of his experience as the lead singer of a band in the UK, his usual way of dealing with songs was more European and American. To give a simple example, for example, let him sing a campus folk song such as "Life with You" and "Brother Sleeping on My Top Bunk" now, the singing effect must not be too good, because this kind of song requires an innocent and primitive singing voice, and the emotional requirements are greater than the skills, and there is no need for too much tension and rich changes. Moreover, the vocal methods of Eastern and Western speech are also different, which will be infinitely amplified in singing.

So what Li Mingcheng has to do now is to find a singing voice that suits him best, which can not only interpret the tension of European and American pop music, but also complete the expression of more euphemistic Chinese songs.

It's hard, it takes a long time, but the last thing he needs right now is time.

After singing a song "All the Way to the North", Li Mingcheng put down the guitar again, he is still in the period of voice change, and his voice is relatively fragile, so he can't practice fiercely at one time, and he needs to give his vocal cords a time to relax.

After resting for more than ten minutes, when Li Mingcheng was about to continue practicing singing, the landline on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Li Mingcheng walked over to pick up the phone suspiciously, and his mother's indifferent voice came from the receiver: "You don't want to sign up, right?" ”

Li Mingcheng was stunned, and then suddenly remembered that today was the day of high school registration, and hurriedly responded: "If you want it, of course you want it!" ”

"Give you ten minutes, come to my office, I won't care if it's late!" Mom hung up the phone after speaking.

…………

When Li Mingcheng came to his mother's office, it was after the third class in the morning.

The office is very lively, in addition to the teacher, there are a few motivated students who find the teacher to ask questions after class.

Li's mother, Wenju, teaches the third year of high school this year, and is responsible for the mathematics of the two top classes in the liberal arts. So at the moment, she is also one of the few teachers who are surrounded by students.

Li Mingcheng knocked lightly on the office door, then walked over to his mother and called "Mom". Shi Wenju turned her head in question, glanced at him, and answered expressionlessly, "Are you here?" ”

Li Mingcheng nodded.

"You guys wait a minute," Shi Wenju said to a few female students around her, then picked up the bag on the desk, took out her wallet and counted a few red hundred tickets, and said, "You know where the classroom is, right?" ”

"Yes." Li Mingcheng Road.

"Okay, I still have something to do, it's okay for you to sign up by yourself, right?" Mother Li said as she got up from her seat and handed the money to Li Mingcheng.

"No problem." Li Mingcheng replied while taking the banknote, "Then I'll leave first." ”

"Go ahead." Shi Wenju waved her hand at him.

Li Mingcheng turned around and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute." After just a few steps, my mother shouted again.

"What's wrong?" Li Mingcheng turned around and asked suspiciously.

I saw Shi Wenju with a straight face, and said in a deep voice: "Although you said that you did well in the exam this time, don't be too happy, don't forget what I told you at the beginning!" ”

Li Mingcheng was stunned, and after a few seconds, he grinned, the most confident kind, "I know, don't worry, I won't give you a chance!" ”

Shi Wenju frowned when she saw her son's hippie smiling face, and originally wanted to scold him, but after hesitating for a moment, she dispelled this idea, and said, "I hope so." ”

"Nothing else, right? If there's nothing else, I'll withdraw first? Li Mingcheng asked with a smile.

"Get out, get out." Shi Wenju waved her hand impatiently.

Li Mingcheng was not annoyed, smiled and turned around and walked out of the office.

Not long after Li Mingcheng left, a round-faced girl beside Shi Wenju leaned up and asked in a whisper. "Teacher Shi, is this your son?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just, hehe," the round-faced girl smirked twice, "Your son is very handsome!" ”

"Handsome?" Shi Wenju's face darkened, frowned again, glared at her, and said angrily, "What's the use of being handsome?" Can you eat or make money? Are the brick-moving workers on the construction site more handsome than the other? Did it work? ”