"Let's get some big boys to play the piano!" Outside the wooden frame of the classroom, a high-pitched, slightly hoarse voice rang out.

Liu Yufan looked up and saw that it was the only music teacher in the school, Chu Guisheng.

Chu Guisheng is in his fifties this year, he looks dark and thin, and he wears a blue Mao suit all the year round, just like an ordinary farmer, no matter who looks at first glance, he will not associate him with the word teacher. However, Chu Guisheng is not only a teacher, but also a teacher who teaches music. In the whole school, Chu Guisheng is one of the few teachers who has attended the middle school class, and in the Dazhai Village Primary School, where substitute teachers account for the majority, he can be regarded as having undergone "orthodox" teacher education. Although Chu Guisheng only attended a crash course for a few months.

However, Chu Guisheng has one thing, that is, he likes literature and art. He likes to play the erhu when he is fine, and of course, he can play the piano a few times, but he only plays it with one hand. However, even so, in the eyes of other teachers who don't even know "Doremi", they can be regarded as capable people who "know the rhythm of music". In this way, Chu Guisheng served as the only music teacher in Dazhai Village for more than 20 years.

In the memory of Liu Yufan's previous life, it seems that the earliest memory of music is the squeaky and out-of-tune erhu sound in Chu Guisheng's hand, and the organ sound that is always just a single melody.

At this moment, seeing this "enlightenment teacher" again, Liu Yufan couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart. In the previous life, Liu Yufan liked to sing very much when he was in elementary school, and he sang well, Chu Guisheng liked him very much, and always asked him to be his music class representative, although Chu Guisheng did not really teach Liu Yufan any professional music knowledge, but he cultivated a heart that loves music. Therefore, for Teacher Chu Guisheng, Liu Yufan is grateful.

"Lift the piano!"

"Retreat! Don't rob me! ”

"Run, whoever arrives first will be lifted!"

Hearing the music teacher's order to lift the piano, the classroom was bustling, and the boys were shouting wildly as they scrambled to the outside of the classroom.

This is also a special "scenery" before music class. Children love music lessons, not just because they love to sing. In their hearts, music lessons are a rare little freshness in the dull air of exam-oriented education. As a result, they enjoy every aspect of their music lessons, including the hard work of "lifting the piano".

The foot organ is very heavy, and the strength of the sixth grade child is limited, and it usually takes four or five people to lift it. However, this did not stop the children's enthusiasm for "lifting the piano". In their eyes, even touching the wooden piano is a great happiness. If you can secretly open the lid and play it twice after carrying the piano to the classroom, while the teacher is not looking, it will be enough to show off among your classmates for a week or more.

Liu Yufan didn't move, sat silently in his seat, watching the boys around him running out one by one like a festival, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, reminiscing about this rare simple happiness.

"This Liu Yufan is really strange today, when he usually takes music lessons, he is active in lifting the piano, why is he not moving today?" Zhang Xiaoli, who was sitting behind Liu Yufan's side, looked at this classmate a little strangely.

If you want to say that this Zhang Xiaoli can be regarded as a famous "celebrity" in Dazhai Primary School, tall, round face, white skin, she can be regarded as a little beauty, and she is also the same as Liu Yufan, she likes to sing, and her academic performance is good, many little boys have admired her, but most of them dare not express it, and occasionally a few are bold, hand her some notes or write letters secretly, and fold them into beautiful lace, but Zhang Xiaoli is like a proud swan, and has never disdained these.

In Zhang Xiaoli's heart, she has a little "different eyes" for this Liu Yufan, but it is only because Liu Yufan sings well. Children like to compare with each other, Zhang Xiaoli is no exception, in the past, when taking music classes, Teacher Chu often praised the two of them, and sometimes let them sing together in front of the class, on Children's Day, both of them also performed on stage, which made Zhang Xiaoli always feel that the whole class, even the whole Dazhai Primary School, only she and Liu Yufan sang well, of course, in her heart, maybe she felt that she should sing better than Liu Yufan. After all, she is a girl, and girls always sing better than boys, and Liu Yufan's voice is not as good as herself.

Because of this, Zhang Xiaoli was always a little unhappy about Teacher Chu's letting Liu Yufan be the representative of the music class, and she felt that she should be the representative of the music class.

Of course, she never said these careful thoughts, most of the rural children are still very introverted, even if they are unhappy, it is not easy to talk to teachers or classmates.

"Hmph, when I became a representative of the music class, I put up a shelf, and I didn't even lift the piano!" Zhang Xiaoli felt that Teacher Chu should be dissatisfied with Liu Yufan's behavior, but when she looked at the door, Teacher Chu didn't know where to go.

In a moment's time, amid the clamor of the boys, the old-fashioned brown pedal organ, which had almost lost its paint, was brought in and placed on the lectern. And the lectern, long before that, was carried to the corner of the classroom by the boys.

"Don't move, go back to your seat and sit down!" Teacher Chu seemed to have pinched the time, and as soon as the piano was set, others followed in. Those boys who wanted to secretly play twice returned to their seats one by one unwillingly.

At this moment, the class bell has not yet rang, but the classroom is already full. Everyone looked at the music teacher in front of the podium, and the old pedal organ in front of him, as if it was the source of happiness.

Of course, everyone hasn't forgotten to bring their own music books. The covers of music books are all brand new, and that's because they don't usually have the opportunity to use them.

Chu Guisheng looked around the classroom and was very satisfied with this effect. The advantage of music class is that there is no need to maintain order, there is no student mischievous, if a student is not interested, talking or making small movements in music class, he only needs to show the slightest meaning of "not going to class", that student will immediately become the "target" of the whole class, and will be besieged collectively.

"Okay, let's turn the music book to page six, let's study "Flowers Are Not Flowers" today", Chu Guisheng said, turned around and picked up the chalk, and wrote the name of the song on the blackboard.

The classroom sounded the sound of flipping books, accompanied by the excited discussion of the students, and some of the more lively boys have begun to "sing" the lyrics of "Flowers Are Not Flowers".

"Don't even talk!" Hearing the chaotic sound below, Chu Guisheng knocked on the side of the organ with a blackboard dissatisfied, and the classroom immediately became much quieter.

Chu Guisheng looked at his music class representative, a little dissatisfied. In the past, if there was such chaos in the classroom, it was usually the class representative who was maintaining order.

Looking at Liu Yufan sitting there, Chu Guisheng felt that it seemed that this kid had passed a winter vacation, and it was a little different from before, but what was the difference, he couldn't say, it seemed that he had grown up a lot.

Liu Yufan opened the music textbook, looked at this familiar song, and the melody of the song immediately appeared in his mind.

This is a simple one-piece song, the whole song has only four lines, in a major key, the melody is simple and beautiful, soothing, and describes the beautiful natural scenery. In his previous life, when Liu Yufan was learning this song, he didn't understand the artistic conception of the lyrics, but now he looks at this song with a sincere and benevolent thinking, and many things that he didn't understand before are cheerful one by one.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, come in the middle of the night, go in the morning. When you don't have a lot of spring dreams, you can't find anywhere to go to the clouds! "The lyrics have a kind of artistic conception of Song lyrics, very ethereal.

It's just that when Chu Guisheng stepped on the organ a few times with his foot, and began to play the melody "vigorously" with his right hand, the beautiful melody in Liu Yufan's mind was shattered at once.

looked at the music teacher who was playing the piano seriously helplessly, and Liu Yufan felt that he couldn't blame him for anything. After all, the conditions are too limited, even if you let yourself play, you can't play the artistic conception of this song.

"If there is a piano, if it is under that flowing water of all disintegrated chords...... Liu Yufan imagined the beautiful sound in his mind, and fell into yy.

Chu Guisheng tried it himself, and after getting familiar with it, he said: "Everyone listen to me sing it first, and then let's learn sentence by sentence." ”

This is also Chu Guisheng's old routine in music lessons. In fact, according to the formal music lesson process, a new lesson should include vocal exercises, demonstration singing (playing), song and music theory analysis and explanation, concentrated exercises and individual exercises. But Liu Yufan also knows that wanting to take such a music class is just a beautiful ideal. Not to mention that these students sitting in the classroom don't even have the most basic music foundation, even if it is Teacher Chu, in terms of musical attainments, it can only be regarded as an amateur and amateur. It was almost impossible to get him to give a slightly more professional music lesson.

However, it is commendable that Chu Guisheng's smoky voice is a little dumb, and when he sings, the pitch and rhythm are basically correct. It's just that when it comes to the expressiveness of the songs, I can't talk about it at all.

"It turned out to be E down, but it was also changed to C key, my Teacher Chu, will it be too low." Liu Yufan didn't look at the piano keys, and he also knew that Chu Guisheng was playing C major. It's no wonder that Chu Guisheng doesn't play according to the score, but in fact, in addition to C major, he can't play other keys (note: C major, the most basic and simple key, is composed of all white keys on the keys)

What follows is the old-fashioned process, which is nothing more than singing in a group after a few times, singing in separate rows, and then picking a few students who sing well to sing alone.

When singing in a group, Liu Yufan felt that his auditory nerves were greatly challenged. There are more than 50 students in the class, most of them are not in tune, except for the uniform rhythm, the pitch is uneven, for Liu Yufan in the past, this is nothing, but for him now, it is a kind of mental torture. Just like the sound wave gong in martial arts novels, it is ineffective for people who don't understand the rhythm of music, but for those who know the rhythm of music, the lethality is terrifying.

It's easy to get through this round, and although the next split singing is still a little messy, the volume is finally weak.

After looking forward to it, I finally looked forward to the "personal performance time", and Mr. Chu Guisheng began to order.

"Let's find a few classmates to sing and see if they have learned." Chu Guisheng said, and was the first to call Zhang Xiaoli's name.

That's his old habit. There are only a few students in the class who can "sing", and it is useless to call those who can't sing, and they can't sing a word after standing there for a long time.

Hearing the teacher call her name, Zhang Xiaoli stood up with some excitement. Although I know that the teacher must be a little bit of myself, the psychological quality of the child is there, and when I really hear the teacher call my name, I am still a little nervous.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog......" Holding the music textbook, Zhang Xiaoli sang seriously.

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