On an autumn afternoon, the sun slowly sets in mid-air, casting a vast afterglow onto the earth, shining through the bright windows of the music room on the floor of the small room, and the pale green wallpaper on the walls brings a self-evident sense of tranquility.

But such a seemingly comfortable small room gave He Beifan the illusion of trying to escape, he stood in front of Zhang Yang, feeling that his two hands had nowhere to place, and he was a little uneasy to clasp and touch, which made Zhang Yang feel very upset.

"Stand still, what are you moving there?" Obviously only one year older than He Beifan, but he didn't know where he got such a big shelf, he was very comfortable sitting on the chair and stool in the music room, but he yelled at the boy who was one year younger than him.

"I'm telling you, since you're here in the choir, you have to pay attention to your behavior, how can you be so casual." Zhang Yang raised the song sheet in his hand slightly, "Say it yourself, which part can you sing?" As he spoke, he put the score on the table in front of him, and he couldn't even hand it over.

There are really no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings. Yin Dixiao is not there, and the choir conductor of a district still has to give him a look. But He Beifan didn't complain about anything, he just swallowed all this.

He silently picked up the song sheet that was thrown on the table, and on the white and yellowed song sheet was an old song, "My Motherland and Me". He Beifan didn't understand what Zhang Yang meant, and he didn't dare to reply to him easily, for fear of digging another trap for himself or being ridiculed by Zhang Yang.

He didn't dare to act rashly, so he carefully handed the thin sheet music back to Zhang Yang's hand, "Then what voice do you think I am suitable for singing?" ”

"I think?" Zhang Yang was amused by He Beifan's strange answer, and said in his heart, how many catties and taels are you yourself, haven't you counted them yet? He looked at the young man in front of him again, the bridge of his nose was high, and below it was a thin lip, and a pair of eyes were staring at him, as if anxiously waiting for his answer.

Zhang Yang cleared his throat and said seriously, "The high voice is too high, you shouldn't be able to control it." His words were a little joking and a little sarcastic, "The low voice is not so easy to sing." Baritone, baritone, do you think you can do it? ”

Regarding his arrogant appearance, He Beifan did not dare to make a judgment, and Zhang Yang naturally had a reason for being strong. Thinking like this, He Beifan felt a lot more relaxed, "I don't know, I'll try it first." ”

Bei Fan's answer was just right, very measured, neither arrogant nor too exaggerated, such a dialogue skill couldn't help but make Zhang Yang have a different feeling of looking at him.

"Okay, you sing it to me." Zhang Yang threw him a sentence, which immediately made He Beifan very confused, he just saw the song sheet a minute ago, and Zhang Yang asked him to sing it after a minute, although this is an old song, but after all, he has not learned it, let alone practice.

Beifan, who was holding the song score, was there, and he had never been so at a loss as he was now. He struggled to turn his brain, trying to recall the tune that had been poured into his ears when he had just been absent-minded.

Zhang Yang saw He Beifan standing there like a wooden stake, so he became even more impatient, "Let you sing, you can sing, what are you waiting for?" He patted the table in front of him with some dissatisfaction, "Hurry up, I don't have that much time to play with you." ”

An unprecedented sense of shame filled Beifan's heart, and he had never been scolded by anyone like this. Even if he was slapped by the old man when he was practicing, he didn't feel anything, after all, it was because of his wrong fingering.

And now, he was scolded loudly by this old man who was only one year older than himself, and he had to work hard to adjust his state, so as not to be counted by Zhang Yang again. If you can't sing, you haven't sung, so you can only bite the bullet.

He Beifan coughed lightly twice, his eyes were fixed on the challenging song score, there was a desperate open-mindedness, his lips were slightly raised, and he opened his mouth: "I and my motherland cannot be separated for a moment, no matter where I go, a hymn flows......"

He Beifan thought that he was in a good state and was in high spirits, so he originally wanted to continue singing. Who knows, Zhang Yang waved his hand and tried to stop Beifan, "How did you sing?" Can't you hear it when the pitch is low? He really thinks it's ridiculous, such a person can also enter the choir, I really don't know what Yin Dixiao's head is in.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Bei Fan showed his endurance beyond ordinary people, and in the face of Zhang Yang's stinky face, Bei Fan actually smiled at him quite politely, "I haven't sung it, so you can see it." ”

He Beifan was polite, but Zhang Yang didn't appreciate his affection, but ridiculed him even more, "Let me laugh?" It doesn't matter if I want to laugh, if you want the audience to laugh, you'll be a big loser. Raise your voice, the first line was too low, start over. ”

Beifan came to participate in the choir's training for the first time, but Zhang Yang showed no mercy at all, and he was unwilling to let go of the slightest mistake. He hopes that every member of the choir is the best, and naturally includes him He Beifan.

Bei Fan was provoked by Zhang Yang just after singing a sentence, and discouragement and loss were inevitable. But he had the courage to pull himself out of the mud, he couldn't put out the fire, he had to keep going.

Thinking like this, Beifan felt that it was nothing to fall once, and regained his courage, he opened his mouth again, "My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment, no matter where I go, there is a hymn flowing out......"

After singing this sentence, he stopped a little weakly, and a pair of eyes carefully looked at Zhang Yang's facial expressions, and this subtle little movement couldn't escape Zhang Yang's eyes.

"Can you concentrate a little while you're singing, see what I'm doing, and keep singing yours." Zhang Yang angrily accused, he didn't understand why He Beifan had so many small problems, Zhang Yang was strict with himself, but he was also used to using himself as a ruler to measure others.

"I sing about every mountain, I sing about every river, a little smoke, and a ...... of villages" Seeing Zhang Yang say this, He Beifan let down his vigilance slightly, but he didn't know Zhang Yang's temper enough, no, he had just sung a sentence, and was interrupted again.

"What are you singing, haven't you noticed that you are out of tune?" Zhang Yang felt that he was really eye-opening, such a song that was well known to women and children, and a random child from the street should be able to sing it, and the boy standing in front of him was about to become a member of the choir, and he would even go out of tune.

Zhang Yang's roar made the eyes of all the team members focus on He Beifan alone. Those cold eyes made him uncomfortable, "Oh, sorry, give me another chance." Beifan's voice trembled a little, but he secretly cheered himself up in his heart.

"I sing about every mountain, I sing about every river, a little smoke, and a ...... of villages" He sang here, but Zhang Yang slapped the table violently, "What's the matter with you?" Can you get your state out? ”

He Beifan had never lost face in front of so many people, if there was a crack in the ground, he would definitely get into it without hesitation, but now he could only continue to challenge his toughness.

"You." He paused, and there was a sense of relief, "You really haven't sang, that's why you can't find the tone, can you teach me?" Beifan's voice was full of pleading, but he was used as a laughing stock by others.

"I'll teach you?" Zhang Yang smiled, this was the first time he had laughed since He Beifan entered the music room, and it was also a disgusting laugh, "Won't you yourself?" I still want to teach. ”

As the conductor of the choir, Zhang Yang's incitement is really not comparable to ordinary people. When he laughed, everyone in the music room started laughing. He Beifan couldn't understand the meaning of their smiles, probably watching his jokes.

People are like this, most of the time they are just a bystander, and since it is not their business, they stand aside and laugh unscrupulously, but once such a thing unfortunately falls on them one day, they will realize that the feeling is not funny at all, as if they have fallen into an ice cellar.

He Beifan didn't speak, and he didn't want to speak anymore, but such a hearty laugh contained deep malice, which made him extremely disgusted. Zhang Yang seemed to notice Beifan's annoyance, so he took a step back and eased the deadlock, "Okay, you won't, then I'll teach you, and I'll give you one last chance." ”

Zhang Yang said, picking up the song list, "My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment, no matter where I go, there is a hymn flowing out......"

Whether he is unconvinced or annoyed, He Beifan is a practical person. No matter how much Zhang Yang's arrogant style annoys him, it can't wipe out his own humility.

He Beifan listened carefully and remembered Zhang Yang's every sentence in his heart. Beifan has a pair of keen ears, and he is naturally unwilling to live up to it.

"Alright, I'm done, do you hear clearly?" Zhang Yang felt that what he said was all nonsense, and the conversation turned and went straight to the point, "Whether you understand it or not, it's your turn now." Listen clearly, I'll only give you one last chance, sing it, return to the team, make another mistake, and leave. When it came to this, He Beifan seemed to be forced into a corner.

He was a chick who was pushed off a cliff and had to spread his wings.

"My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment...... It is strange that at such an important moment, He Beifan did not feel the slightest nervousness, his heart seemed to be immersed in ice water, unusually calm.

I don't know if my pronunciation is accurate, Beifan just sang like that. The noisy music room was also quiet, and all the team members stopped talking and listened intently to him.

This time, He Beifan finished singing in one go, and he put the lyrics aside quite happily, which was an indifferent look. There is no place to stay here, there is a place to stay here. In fact, He Beifan is ready to leave.

Who knows, Zhang Yang, who has been silent, opened his mouth at this time, "Stay." He only had three simple words, but he let a boulder hanging on the tip of Beifan's heart fall to the ground.