After picking up the old man's mother at Yanjing West Station, the brothers took the elder and started their return journey.

At this time, yesterday's street singing and congestion incident, after a night of fermentation, has been on the headlines or main pages of most newspapers in Yanjing, so that the boiling entertainment industry has once again burned a fire, this time the top entertainment companies and record companies in Huaxia have determined Bai Chan's current influence and the fame that will be derived in the future, so the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, I don't know where they learned about Bai Chan's phone, one by one Bai Chan made a phone call after reaping the joy of being recognized, became a little tired, After the unified reply was temporarily inconvenient, he turned off the phone directly. Tao Le's brother records, but they didn't call again, it seems that they decided that they have a better chance.

Seeing that Bai Chan had achieved such results, the brothers were happy and a little envious.

Because Wen Lihua, the mother of the eldest child, insisted on going to her son's school to have a look, she was unwilling to go anywhere, and even Bai Chanti took her to dinner first, but she was refused. In her opinion, Mi'er is a rare brand-name college student in the family, and the school is still the top music school in the capital, but it is not comparable to the hometown bar, and she is proud to see where her children study and live, so as to make up for the regret of not being able to compensate for the child's registration and the thoughts in the dream on weekdays.

The brothers looked at the old man's deep mother who was so simple but loving, and was speechless for a while.

So the brothers also easily accompanied the old mother and son to visit the conservatory, and in the afternoon, they had a light meal at Zhiweiju, a relatively quiet and elegant restaurant near the school, but it was not wasteful. After that, Bai Chan secretly stuffed the old man who had no balance of 5,000 yuan, and asked him to accompany his aunt to a few places in Yanjing, and then book a sleeper ticket for his aunt who had decided to return tomorrow. The money he came by was relatively easy, and it was of little value to help his brother.

When they met at the station, he was observant and still saw the train station ticket that his aunt was holding in his hand and was reluctant to lose, standing for more than ten hours at the age of nearly half a hundred, coupled with the fatigue of the boat and car from the countryside to the ice city, Bai Chan didn't know how long the aunt who seemed sleepy had not rested several times. Although he didn't say anything, he could only do this little thing! If you say more, the old man with strong self-esteem will not accept it.

After the old man postponed it a few times, he took over the third brother Bai Chan's mind with some silence, for the relationship between them, these little things are not human debts, but they make him feel heavy compared to debts.

The trivial matters are gone, and the brothers leave little time and space for the old mother and son to enjoy some rare family fun for them.

When leaving, seeing that Mi'er had such a few brothers who were affectionate, the very touched aunt Wen Lihua said to her brothers with red eyes:

"Good boy, if you have time to go back, if you don't dislike it, go to the house with your child, just travel, although there are no good things at home, Auntie will cook you a few meals of our Northeast farmhouse dishes!"

Tong Ershao, who has an extraordinary family background, can sense the simple love from his aunt's mouth at this moment, this feeling is very strange to him from a wealthy family, but it is very warm. The well-fed boss used a rare solemn tone to make an appointment with his brothers for this year's winter vacation.

Bai Chan enjoyed it, in his previous life and in this life, he didn't have much opportunity to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the northern country where thousands of miles of snow drifted, and it was rare to have such an opportunity.

The next few brothers who had nothing to do saw that the dormitory couldn't go back, and some small shops on the street began to play the clumsy-sounding "Descendants of the Dragon". It is estimated that in a few days, if Bai Chan walks in the school, he will be treated like a giant panda, and he will be surrounded wherever he goes!

Bai Chan remembered that he had to go to the dean's office at this time, and it was difficult for this responsible old man to be released by Bai Chan for a morning.

After returning to school, Bai Chan asked Tong Ershao to leave his beloved classic car and let him and Bai Yang go to live happily.

As if he was on the battlefield, he went to see this old dean who was quite familiar with his memory, and he understood that the old man was afraid that he had been provoked by those tireless media.

Ji Baichan drove this classic car, which is obviously a bit non-mainstream now, and slowly arrived at the only office building left in the sixties and seventies in the school.

This building, which clearly bears the rustic style of that era, stands out here, is a witness to the history of the Conservatory of Music, and is also a trace of the old dean's lack of façade skills, although it is increasingly unable to meet the needs of many professors.

Bai Chan, who parked the car, didn't pay much attention to it, and slipped over in a smoke, like an underground worker hiding from the devil, and soon arrived in front of the principal's office on the sixth floor, and his sneaky appearance provoked some old-fashioned old professors to shake their heads again and again.

After taking a short breath, Bai Chan gently knocked on the thick mahogany door of the old dean's office.

I heard a loud and elegant voice inside, with a hint of laughter:

"Come in!"

Bai Chan pushed the door in, and saw that the old dean with reading glasses was shaking his head and humming a tune while holding the undrawn phone, and he could vaguely hear that it was the song "Descendants of the Dragon" that Bai Chan sang yesterday.

No matter which educator whose mission is to teach and educate people, there will always be some joy when they see their children become famous, because this is their pursuit and vision.

The old dean is like this at the moment, although the constant phone calls have made him a little unenergetic from the initial joy to the current burnout.

Seeing that Bai Chan had only come at this moment, the old man, who had been released all morning, suddenly put away the smile on his face, pretended to be angry, and did not speak, and hung Bai Chan for more than ten minutes. It seems to be saying, okay, you kid, this is the name of the name, old man, my words are not good, dare to release my pigeon?

A pair of young and old stared at each other wordlessly for more than ten minutes, and finally Bai Chan, who was not in place to nourish his qi, couldn't bear it, and stood there as if he had pressed a mountain on his shoulders. The old man has been a yard for half his life, and in the early years, when he lived in the family building of the college, when he began to study music, he did not give him much guidance. Even if he joked with him at the moment, he couldn't hold back. Otherwise, if his mother Dou Yun knew about it, there would be two scoldings! So he lowered his eyebrows and sighed softly and explained:

"Old Dean, don't be angry, don't be angry. I am a good buddy Sun Honglei's mother came to see him from Bingcheng, accompanied him to pick up his aunt, and then had a meal together, not deliberately to release your pigeons, besides, I don't dare to go to your music No, this little fame is just a momentary goose over the voice, no foundation. In the impetuous entertainment industry, it will not be covered by other things in a few days, which is like you, Nian Gao Dexun, the recognized founder of the music field in China, and a figure who is heavier than Mount Tai. ”

A figure like the old dean, who has devoted his life to music education, deserves his respect, not to mention that the old dean once had the grace to guide him.

Although it was himself in the past, it was also himself now, and the old dean was worried about his future......

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The belated second watch, thanks to the helmsman of the once lost love, Xiao Jiu has never asked for this, a little too heavy. Favorites and recommendations......