Seeing Fu Qingyao's face, the teacher who came out raised his eyebrows.

With such a beautiful face, he didn't go to Beiying, but came to the alto.

"Teacher, I'm Fu Ying."

"Come in, you'll be next." Everyone likes beautiful and beautiful things, and the female teacher's voice is a little softer in the face of such a beautiful student.

As soon as Fu Qingyao entered the door, the candidates inside pushed the door and walked out.

"You can go in." The female teacher who led Fu Qingyao in said.

"Xie Lu, Mr. Xie." With a polite thanks, he pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was large, with a gray carpet on the floor, and five interviewers sat behind desks, and in the corner opposite them were many musical instruments, such as black grand pianos, guzheng, pipa, dulcimer, and so on.

"Hello teacher." Standing in front of the five teachers, Fu Qingyao said obediently.

The white-haired old man in the middle flipped through a few pieces of paper in his hand and asked, "Fu Ying." ”

"Yes, Teacher."

"The score of the cultural class in the college entrance examination is 602 points, and with such a high score, you can basically go to a university in China.

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Why did Fu Qingyao hear this question, and she was stunned, this is also an interview question?

But he quickly came back to his senses and looked at the old man, "Because I like music." ”

Love music, it's as simple as that.

The old man smiled, "A beautiful female doll like you, if you go to Beiying, I'm afraid that the teacher will rush to ask for it, why didn't you go there." ”

Other interviewers: Dean, can you not be so honest! Even if this female doll has a good cultural class and looks beautiful, it has nothing to do with the interview.

With the invasion of Western fast food culture, young people are becoming more and more impetuous.

This old man is here to make trouble, Fu Qingyao was speechless, how could she answer.

Do you want her to answer that she studied music professionally in her last life, and she has continued to lead in this life.

Seeing Fu Qingyao's helplessness, a slightly younger teacher in his forties who was sitting on the right side of the old man coughed lightly twice and said, "Why do you want to learn to compose." ”

That's a normal problem.

Fu Qingyao cheered up, "I have been studying music for a while, although I have tried to write a lot of songs at home, but I still feel that my knowledge level is not enough, I want to come to the formal professional school system to study, I want to write many, many good songs, and promote Chinese music to the world." ”

This doll has a lot of tone!

was interrupted by his own students, the old man was not angry, and when he heard Fu Qingyao's answer, he squinted his eyes, "So, have you written a song at home?" ”

"Well, I've written a few songs."

The old man waved his hand, "There are pianos and zithers over there, you can use them to play the songs you wrote yourself." ”

"Well, can you sing it?"

And with lyrics?

The old man smiled: "Of course. ”

"Then the student will be ugly." Fu Qingyao walked to the piano, stood by the piano, bowed to the interview teacher, and then sat down on the piano bench and played.

Seeing her movements, the old man was slightly disappointed in his heart, and he was a student learning foreign musical instruments. Although the feelings are classical music, they are not Chinese in the end.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the clear piano sound accompanied by a crisp female voice in the piano room.

The evening breeze blows the drapery, and the shadow is unaccompanied by lights

Don't forget each other, the end of the world looks at each other

The moon is like frost and tears soaking the single fir tree

The bell swayed softly

Send acacia from afar, overlooking the old hometown where the Yiren are

In the quiet night, there are few stars hanging in the sky

Don't think about it, a glass of turbid wine from unforgettable, and mourn

Relying on the empty fence to regret the years

Jackdaws and autumn geese carry desolation

What is the danger of sitting and thinking about you

The music slowly sounded, the singing voice sang slowly, and the crisp dingdong unique to the piano roamed around the room. The teacher stared at the girl sitting in front of the piano playing and singing in a low voice, as if she saw a parting scene.

The music is good, the song is good, and the song is better.

If this girl doesn't learn music, it's a waste of talent!

In particular, she can play classical Chinese music on the piano, and the perfect fusion of classical music and modern instruments is the reason for this kind of teacher's appreciation.

It is important to know that the China Conservatory of Music is the only college in China that focuses on Chinese folk music education and research.

How to carry forward and inherit Chinese classical music and integrate it with modern music is a major problem and research hotspot of the China Conservatory of Music.

How many music masters in the school are trying to blend, and how many graduate students are researching this, but it is just getting started.

And this girl has already achieved a little fruit.

The teachers couldn't help but close their eyes, and their emotions swayed and immersed themselves with the sound of the piano.

The clear sound is refreshing, and the accompaniment of the piano is just right, what a good seedling, what a seedling!

Just as I was thinking about it, I felt the soft piano sound stop, and everyone opened their eyes.

I saw a dingdong, a pluck, and the continuous sound of the piano was played from the strings.

The thin lips opened slightly, and the beautiful voice sounded again.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the red leaves are falling

The breeze falls into a dream, and the frost forest sings autumn songs

The clouds are light and the smoke is weak, and the lights are extinguished

The maple falls on a cold night, leaving it lonely

The mountains are full of frost and forests, drunk and red leaves

Fly with the wind and fall into the water

The red leaves of the dawn are sparse to see the morning star falling

The night sky is the tears of the clouds

The night sky is the tears of the clouds

Look through the autumn water

I want to exhaust the mountains and twilight clouds in the sky

The autumn leaves dance and fall, and the sun dyes the long river

The clear sky and clouds lock the smoke and waves

Red leaves thank you for the wind to send feather guests

When the music sounded, the sadness that had been entrenched in everyone's hearts dissipated and was replaced by a new tune.

It is as if you are in the deep mountains and ancient forests, as if you have seen the red leaves all over the mountain, dancing gently with the clouds and the wind.

"The red leaves dance, the falling glow dyes the long river" is a beautiful word, a good corresponding song.

Although Fu Qingyao is not wearing Hanfu, her temperament when she sits by the piano seems to let people see the lady who came out of the ancient painting.

The last note fell, the afterglow of the guzheng slowly swayed, and the classroom was silent, and no one spoke.

Fu Qingyao got up, bowed again to several teachers, raised her head, and looked at the few teachers who were staring directly at her.

"This is a song you wrote?" The old man in the middle was the first to come back to his senses, but unlike the other teachers, he had a serious face and a cold voice.

Seeing him like this, Fu Qingyao was not frightened, and her face was still pale.

"Yes."

She never does things that she is not sure of, and more than a year is enough for her to understand this world thoroughly.

All the tunes in her mind must have never come out in this world.

"Good!" After staring at Fu Qingyao for a moment, the old man suddenly changed his face and smiled, and smiled at the teachers on the left and right, "Although there are many mistakes in the song, it is not bad to be able to write such an ancient style song at this age." This student is very fond of the old man, so don't fight with the old man, she will follow me. ”

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Or not, they actually gave people down while they weren't paying attention.

A slightly younger teacher sitting on the right side of the old man looked helpless and said to Fu Qingyao: "You go out first, and the academy will inform you of the specific things." “

"I'll see you again, teacher." With a bow, Fu Qingyao left the classroom.

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