As soon as the first biology class in the afternoon ended, the head teacher Wu hurriedly found Zhang Jiaming, "I just received a notice from the school, in order to commemorate the arrival of the third Teacher's Day, our school is going to hold a cultural performance, this performance is prepared by each class itself, the day before the show the school will conduct a screening, the program left will participate in the show on September 10th, when not only the city leaders will attend, but also the city TV station will record the whole process, Zhang Jiaming, this event time is tight and the task is heavy, I hope you will lead the students to prepare well and strive to make our class show more faces. ”

Zhang Jiaming immediately said, "Teacher Wu, don't worry, I will try to make more programs in our class be selected!" ”

"Hmm!" Teacher Wu patted Zhang Jiaming on the shoulder, looked at him with earnest eyes again, and then left the classroom.

Mr. Wu's expression just now is very similar to the time for the party to test you, don't let me down.

Without further ado, Zhang Jiaming immediately announced in front of the whole class: "Students, this year's Teacher's Day, our school will hold a literary and artistic performance, and the city TV station will also record the whole process, I hope that the students in our class who have literary and artistic expertise will actively sign up to participate, and then our class will conduct a screening first, and finally accept the school's selection. ”

As soon as Zhang Jiaming's voice fell, several extroverted students came to Lin Na's seat to sign up, and the hippie smiling Fang Xiaoliang was also among them, but Lin Na was not interested in this self-feeling boy at all, and in the face of Fang Xiaoliang's excessive enthusiasm, Lin Na put on a businesslike attitude.

During the last self-study class in the afternoon, Lin Na and Sour Xiucai temporarily switched seats and sat down with Zhang Jiaming to discuss the show.

Zhang Jiaming took the program list in Lin Na's hand, looked at it a few times and then shook his head, even if these programs pass the primary election in the class, they will have to be brushed off at school, what do you sing "Shaolin Shaolin" to commemorate Teacher's Day, well, there is also the theme song of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", these don't match the theme at all! When he saw Fang Xiaoliang's "Loess High Slope", Zhang Jiaming almost vomited yellow water again.

"Jiaming, why don't all the students in our class organize a chorus again, and I have all the songs in mind, how about singing the song "Whenever I Walk Gently in Front of the Teacher's Window"?"

Lin Na consulted Zhang Jiaming's opinion.

"This song is good, and it also fits the theme of this performance, but this song is too hot, and it is inevitable that it will collide with other classes." Zhang Jiaming said.

"It doesn't matter if you crash, it's better to compete with someone who can sing better!" Lin Na said.

"Well, this proposal can be considered, and when the time comes, organize the students in our class to practice together to see the effect before making a final decision. In addition, Lin Na, your violin solo will definitely be promoted in this school-wide screening, and you should also prepare well. Zhang Jiaming said.

"Jiaming, I don't want to play the violin anymore this time, I want to have a female solo." Lin Na said.

"Linna, you sing very well, but you need to choose a song that suits you, well, work hard." Zhang Jiaming copied the eager gaze of the head teacher, Mr. Wu, just now, looked at Lin Na and said.

"Jiaming, this time I want you to choose a song for me personally." Seeing that Zhang Jiaming was indifferent, Lin Na continued: "When the two of us sat at the same table in elementary school before, didn't you brag to me all day long, you have a massive library of songs in your stomach, don't let me down!" ”

"Well, let me search." Zhang Jiaming thought for a while and said: "Lin Na, there is a song "Green Leaves' Affection for Roots" that is more suitable for you to sing. ”

""Green Leaves' Affection for Roots"? The title of this song sounds very poetic, Jiaming, you hum a few words for me to hear. ”

Lin Na propped her elbows on the table, and her handsome little face was already ready to listen.

"Don't ask me where I'm going, my heart is attached to you, don't ask me where I'm going, my love is holding you, I'm a green leaf of yours, my roots are in your land, farewell to you in the spring breeze......" Zhang Jiaming hummed the song gently.

Lin Na said with a look of intoxication: "The melody of this song is so beautiful, and the lyrics are also written with great connotation, I am going to sing this song, you can't give this song to others anymore!" ”

"Okay, I'll prepare the score for this song tonight and give it to you early tomorrow morning, and I'll give you this song to sing exclusively!" Zhang Jiaming said with a smile.

"It's a deal!" Lin Na waved her little pink fist, very excited, and suddenly she thought of a question again, "Oh yes, Jiaming, what song are you going to sing in this art show?" ”

"I won't participate, this time I will mainly provide you with logistics work." Zhang Jiaming replied.

"Don't mind Jiaming! You sing so well, how can you not participate, if you don't participate, then I will also announce my withdrawal from this art show. Lin Na immediately changed to a very unhappy expression.

Zhang Jiaming knew that if he didn't agree to her request, Lin Na, who exuded the femininity of the eldest brother, would really do what he said.

Zhang Jiaming had no choice but to compromise, "Okay, I also signed up for this art show." ”

Lin Na was afraid that Zhang Jiaming would regret it, so she quickly took out the registration form and said, "What song are you going to sing, I'll register it for you." ”

"I'll just sing "White Birch Forest"!" Zhang Jiaming casually reported an old song from the Great Patriotic War period of the former Soviet Union, the right to deal with Lin Na, he thinks that this song that does not match the theme should be brushed down, he doesn't want to increase his exposure too much now, he just wants to be low-key.

The wood show will be destroyed by the forest wind, and the pile will be turbulent from the shore stream! Zhang Jiaming has always used this sentence to warn himself, which does not mean that he is afraid of challenges, but wouldn't it be better to have less trouble? He needs to hide it properly now, he wants to bury the decisive sword deep in his chest, but if he encounters any blind hard to hit him on the muzzle, he doesn't mind killing one by one, and killing two by two, the little bad seed and the big yellow tooth are bloody examples.

"The song "White Birch Forest", sung by Zhang Jiaming." Lin Na had words in her mouth, and she seriously registered Zhang Jiaming's name and singing repertoire on the registration form for the art show.

Seeing that the students are sorting out their schoolbags and preparing to go home from school, Zhang Jiaming reminded: "Please sign up for the performance after returning home, carefully prepare your own program, tomorrow afternoon in the last self-study class, we will conduct a class screening." ”

As soon as Zhang Jiaming finished speaking, he saw Lu Xiaokun appear at the door of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back, and waved his hand to beckon Zhang Jiaming to go home together.

Zhang Jiaming packed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom with Lin Na, and the three old classmates went to the carport to push their bicycles and walked to the school gate together with a smile.

Lin Na's house lived in the opposite direction to Zhang Jiaming and Lu Xiaokun's house, out of the school gate, Lin Na rode the red princess car that was just popular at that time and waved goodbye to the two old classmates, while Zhang Jiaming and Lu Xiaokun rode their bicycles home in the other direction.

When passing by a newsstand, Zhang Jiaming found that there were several newly published "Popular Song Periodicals" on the newsstand, so he beckoned Lu Xiaokun to get off the bike, Zhang Jiaming picked up the magazine and flipped through it, he found that this issue of the magazine published the song "Green Leaves to the Roots", Zhang Jiaming knew that this song would not spread all over the country until Mao Amin sang it in the Spring Festival Gala next year.

Zhang Jiaming was very relieved in his heart, he was worried that this song would be put on the TV screen by himself before it was written, which was extremely unfair to the famous composer Gu Jianfen, and the composer also wrote many popular songs, Zhang Jiaming also grew up listening to her works.

Zhang Jiaming asked the newsstand owner, "Boss, do you have any leftovers from the previous issues?" ”

The newsstand owner said, "Yes, yes, if you want it, I'll give you half price." ”

The newsstand owner found five more books, Zhang Jiaming looked at the price of five cents a book, plus the one in his hand, a total of six books of three yuan, Zhang Jiaming took out three yuan and handed it to the newsstand owner, the newsstand owner wanted to find him money, Zhang Jiaming waved his hand again and again and said: "Uncle, it's not easy for you to do some business, you can charge as much as you want, and besides, I'm not bad for money." ”

The reason why Zhang Jiaming did this was also because of a TV talk show he saw in his previous life, and a very rich star said in an interview, I think it's very interesting to go to the vegetable market when it's okay and bargain with the vendors.

Hearing the star's brazen answer, Zhang Jiaming despised him 10,000 times at the time, this money is not even a drizzle for your billions of net worth, and for these hawkers, it is where they can support their families, and the most annoying thing is that you still regard this as your own entertainment, Zhang Jiaming said at the time, if I have money, I will never bargain with others when I buy vegetables, as long as the price is not too outrageous, I will give as much as I want, Zhang Jiaming remembered that because of this sentence, he also exchanged his wife Li Hong's constant sideways.

Now doing this is not forgetting the original intention, and repaying the promise he made back then, we are also a rich man now, but we must not be unkind to the rich!