If there is anyone in this world who knows Lin Jie's so-called musical talent best, it is none other than Zhuo Ziyue, who grew up with him since childhood.

Because Zhuo Ziyue was still a child, the songs that Lin Jie often hummed on his lips were not kept secret from Zhuo Ziyue, but every time that kind of beautiful tune Lin Jie only hummed half of it every time, which made Zhuo Ziyue, who has a natural sensitivity to music, itch in his heart, especially when he grew up, because of his father Zhuo Zhixing, he slowly began to come into contact with the music circle, and Zhuo Ziyue, who had just grown up, understood how much the tune that Lin Jie hummed every day when he was a child.

Perhaps because of some special psychology of the little girl, Zhuo Ziyue did not tell Lin Niantian and his wife and his parents about this matter, but just regarded it as his own exclusive secret.

It is also because of this that Zhuo Ziyue will try his best to force Lin Jie to agree to write a song for himself.

No matter how talented a person is, if he wastes it for many years, the genius will become waste.

Especially Zhuo Ziyue found that in recent years, Lin Jie has hummed fewer and fewer fresh tunes, and Zhuo Ziyue can't help but think that this is the result of Lin Jie's more and more wasteland, and there is no genius in the music world.

Although, Zhuo Ziyue doesn't know whether Lin Jie will enter the music scene.

It was for this reason that when Lin Jie handed a stave to Zhuo Ziyue with a relaxed face, a dazzling smile bloomed on the latter's face,

Uncle Lin is right, Lin Jie is too lazy, and he has to force him in everything.

Touching his nose, Lin Jie felt very strange, he just wrote the only song in his mind that was suitable for the graduation season of the third year of high school, of course, some of the lyrics that had been blurred Lin Jie simply filled in some by himself, and now gave the written song to Zhuo Ziyue, but what he saw was the picture of Zhuo Ziyue being stupid.

"Hey, Ziyue, Ziyue," stretched out his hand and pushed Zhuo Ziyue, who was still stupidly happy, and successfully pulled the latter's thinking back to Earth from outer space.

"Lin Jie, you really didn't disappoint me." A happy smile appeared on his face, Zhuo Ziyue looked at the words and songs on the stave, and her eyes flashed with bright colors,

Reading silently word by word, and even singing silently with the tune in his mind, with the unfolding of the lyrics, the scenes of the three years of high school played back in my mind like a movie,

Admittedly, the lyrics of this song are not good, and the song is not classic, but this song only captures one word, really!

Real experiences, real memories, and full of true feelings are permeating between the lines of this not gorgeous word, for the senior year of high school, this is the best farewell.

"Lin Jie, you wrote so well." Speaking softly, Zhuo Ziyue raised her head and gave a thumbs up to Lin Jie, who was bored looking out the window.

"Generally average, third in the world."

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"Ziyue, show me, let me see if this product has ruined his father's reputation," Xiang Peng on the side turned around and took the stave in Zhuo Ziyue's hand.

"Xiang Peng, what's the matter with my dad, he's him, I'm me." Rolling his eyes at Xiang Peng, Lin Jie was powerless to complain.

"What's the difference, whoever calls your dad so famous, of course he has to compare you with your dad." replied as a matter of course, and the choked Lin Jie rolled his eyes,

"Can you read staves?"

"Sample, my brother can't read staves, and he doesn't know words, stupid." The touching appearance of your IQ made Lin Jie kick the chair under Xiang Peng's ass to vent his anger.

"That's good, this lyric looks quite feeling," Xiang Peng, who had finished reading it for a few minutes, returned the stave to Zhuo Ziyue and gave Lin Jie a thumbs up,

"It's worthy of Lin Niantian's son."

"He's him, I'm me, don't confuse me with him, how many times have I said it, from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, it's been three years."

"Don't worry about these little details." With a wave of his hand, Xiang Peng still ran to the next class to find a female ticket.

"Okay, then it's decided that this is the song, you sing it solo, right?"

"Singing solo? No, the song is a chorus,"

"Chorus?" Zhuo Ziyue, who was struggling on the program list, raised her head suspiciously, and looked at the young man with the corners of her mouth raised,

"Yes, a chorus, or a chorus of a few of us."

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As the first good school in Beijing to truly achieve all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, art and labor, although the admission rate of Tianyou No. 1 Middle School is not the highest, it is the best and most relaxed learning atmosphere.

In a survey conducted by a local magazine in Beijing, Tianyou No. 1 Middle School was even voted "the high school that junior high school students want to go to the most" by an overwhelming margin, surpassing Shangjing Middle School, Tsinghua University Affiliated High School and other schools.

Therefore, holding the art festival is an annual event, Tianyou No. 1 Middle School from top to bottom is very important, especially this year is still the graduation season, in order to leave a good graduation memory for the senior high school students, every graduation season, the scale of the art festival is extremely huge, not only there will be teachers and students of the school, but also some media and teachers and students of other brother schools,

There is no way, the atmosphere of Tianyou No. 1 Middle School has led to the blowout of some artistic talents in this high school, and I don't know how many talents are sent to art colleges and universities across the country every year.

Of course, Deng Ronghua, who can be the organizer, has also been warmly welcomed by his classmates in recent days, but some old fritters in the third year of high school can't help but be a little worried when they think of the merits of this product in their tenure.

This product is simply the reincarnation of the rain god!

In the limited memory of the old fritters, this thing is all about the specific matters of the art festival during the graduation season, but I don't know what messy Murphy's law or pure heaven is not beautiful, or this girl is the reincarnation of the rain god, in the previous art festivals he personally handled, without exception, the day of the art festival was either drizzle, or downpour, all in all, it was rain, and the most terrible thing was ............ The sun was shining the day before!!!

Therefore, when the old fritters heard that this art festival was still this product, they were immediately worried.

"Lin Jie, do you think the little stool can get rid of the title of the rain god this time?" A group of people sat in the classroom, dressed in the costumes of the performance, Lin Jie and several other chorusmen, both men and women, all wearing pink shirts and blue jeans,

"I don't know, I don't know, I know now," looking out the window, the light rain that had begun to drip, Lin Jie suddenly had an inexplicable sadness,

This is really the god of rain!!!

A group of people stared at Deng Ronghua, who had just walked into the classroom. The eyes are green.

ps: Thank you for the reward of the children's shoes of the "middle class leader".

On the issue of updates, the Persian cat also said, the Persian cat is now in the third year of high school, and there are more than 20 days to take the college entrance examination.