Guan Lingling, the head teacher, is enjoying a rare vacation time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, a strange phone call disturbed her current peace and quiet.

"Shu Yao?" Hearing her name on the other end of the phone, Guan Lingling was stunned for a moment, and then said gently: "Is there anything urgent?" ”

Qin Shuyao was still a little nervous when she first called the head teacher, and she was quite hesitant: "Teacher, on Friday, you asked my brother to help write the song, and my brother has already written it." The class leader and I both thought the song was good, so I wanted to let the teacher hear it as soon as possible. ”

Guan Lingling thought it was something, but it turned out to be such a trivial matter.

With a smile, Mr. Guan said, "Okay, it's hard for you." How do you want to send me a song? Do you want my QQ number? ”

"Hmm." Qin Shuyao scratched his ears.

"Okay." Guan Lingling told her QQ number to Qin Shuyao.

Qin Shuyao was like being amnestied, the tension just now completely disappeared at this moment, and the excitement increased a lot.

Qin Shuyao said a few words politely, hung up the phone, and then went to add the head teacher's QQ friends.

In a few seconds, Qin Shuyao's friend's application was approved, and immediately, she sent the graduation commemorative song "The Language of Flowers" written by Qin Sang for the school to the homeroom teacher.

Qin Shuyao and class leader He Daijun were nervously waiting for the class teacher's reaction.

Guan Lingling received it directly on her phone, and then clicked the play button.

She had a little curiosity on her face, to be honest, although she was the head teacher, she walked over from the students, and then stayed in the school for several years in a row, and she didn't see much in terms of knowledge. As for composition, Guan Lingling still feels that this field is very subtle and mysterious, and anyone who can compose music makes people feel very powerful.

If it weren't for the composer being Qin Shuyao's brother, she would probably have admired it a little more.

However, it is precisely because Qin Sang is Qin Shuyao's elder brother that Guan Lingling's curiosity is also pouring out like a blowout.

Before, she had listened to the songs written by Qin Sang, and she felt pretty good, quite tasteful; Now that Qin Shuyao has sent "The Language of Flowers", her expectations can't help but be a little more.

played "The Language of Flowers", Guan Lingling listened carefully.

At the moment, she is the only one in the house, and there is less hustle and bustle around, and she can calm down and listen to the songs.

In the song, Qin Sang sang: "Even if we will go our separate ways, it doesn't matter, I will never forget our friendship." ”

With just one sentence, Guan Lingling was instantly poked in the heart, feeling that this song should be a rare good song.

And with the coming of Qin Sang's singing, the scenes of his student days were sketched in Mr. Guan's mind.

Flowers blooming outside schools, playgrounds, and teachers, and when they graduate from university, they will take off the bachelor's hat they wore when they graduated, take it off their heads, and throw it high into the sky together.

At that time, the conflicts between classmates were also alleviated with the arrival of graduation season.

At the graduation dinner, you can still smile and enmity.

On the day of parting, Guan Lingling clearly remembered that several classmates cried.

Guan Lingling didn't cry, but she felt very uncomfortable, like her heart being wrapped in a towel, which was an indescribable depression.

"Sadness and disappointment and happy faces, green as if like us, blue and clear sky."

When she heard this, Guan Lingling seemed to be back to the way she was when she graduated and parted.

With fear and longing for the future, everyone is reluctant to give up, but they have to run towards the journey of their own lives.

Under the bus, there were still a few classmates waving vigorously.

At that time, Guan Lingling was moved and had mixed feelings, and it was difficult to express it in words.

She knew that when the car drove away, she would say goodbye to her youthful student days, and this innocent time had finally come to an end.

"The Language of Flowers", that is, "Cherry Blossom Rain", is more than five minutes in total, nearly six minutes long. Mr. Guan listened for more than five minutes, and he was uncomfortable for more than five minutes.

Like her, it has been several years since she said goodbye to her student days, and after experiencing the experience of society, she often feels more and more precious about her student time, and at the same time, she will miss it even more.

After listening, he sighed, and Mr. Guan's heart was blocked.

Drip, drip!

The sound of QQ interrupted Guan Lingling's thoughts and made her wake up from the memories of reminiscing about time.

Qin Shuyao asked with anticipation and a little apprehension, "Teacher, how do you feel?" ”

Guan Lingling estimated the other side, what kind of mentality would Qin Shuyao ask this sentence with, and then smiled again: Such simple words, it is really cute to think about it now.

"It feels very good, at least I think it's great. Tell your brother that this song should be selected by the school if nothing else, and by the way, thank your brother on my behalf, thank him for making this song for our school. ”

Swish! Qin Shuyao was overjoyed when she heard the teacher's words of praise.

He Daijun looked at Qin Shuyao with envy, and was really happy for the two brothers and sisters in her heart.

"Okay, definitely, I'll pass on the teacher's words to my brother immediately!" Qin Shuyao rushed to Qin Sang's room excitedly.

And Guan Lingling was also a little excited in her heart, I believe that if the batch of graduates who are about to take the high school entrance examination in the third year of junior high school will hear Qin Sang's song, they will definitely have a deep feeling.

In addition, the principal has always felt that the songs collected from the society are some garbage, and if she recommends this song to the principal, I don't know what kind of expression the principal will have?

Thinking about it like this, Guan Lingling looked forward to it even more.

She casually dialed the principal's phone and said that she had just received a very good graduation song, and asked the principal if she would like to listen to it now, or wait until she goes to school.

The principal originally had a whimsical idea to solicit a graduation commemorative song for the junior high school graduates.

But in the following half a month, all the collected pieces were one piece of garbage. Either he is too old-fashioned, or he is too young, and he is simply humiliating his aesthetics as a principal.

The only song I can listen to is the work of a music teacher from Wuzhou No. 1 Middle School.

But even though it was the song, the headmaster still felt a little dissatisfied.

Hearing Guan Lingling say that she had collected a very good graduation commemorative song, the principal was first excited, and then worried, afraid that the song that Guan Lingling and others would bring would not live up to the name, which would make him happy in vain.

"Mr. Guan, you can send that song to my mailbox now." The principal didn't show any special attitude, just like he usually spoke, as if he didn't believe Guan Lingling's words, or was desperate about this matter, and was no longer interested.

Teacher Guan Lingling, who was originally very excited, was poured cold water on the principal's tone.

Fortunately, if it weren't for Qin Sang's song being really good, otherwise Teacher Guan Lingling might have to make a mistake in her heart.

With a smile, Guan Lingling forwarded the song to the principal.

The headmaster tried not to get his hopes up too much for the song, because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and he never wanted to taste that feeling of great disappointment again.

Clicking on the song, the principal took a sip of tea.

As soon as the tea was entered, the principal almost squirted out, and the action stopped instantly, his eyes were surprised, surprised, and desperate, and suddenly another village was bright!

"Hey, yes, this song!" The headmaster slammed the table, his expression overflowing with excitement.

It's so rare!

In a group of garbage, how can you really produce a boutique?

Hahaha! Could it be that God knows that he has been hit too hard before, and has come to make me a compensation?

"Hahahaha! Ahem, ahem! The principal laughed twice, but choked on the tea he had just drunk and coughed for a long time!