Zhang Fan's singing skills may not be gorgeous enough, but the emotions contained in it are incomparable to others.

After the song, everyone in the small dressing room was silent, and they all seemed to be reminiscing about the scene depicted in Zhang Fan's song.

"It's so good, Zhang Fan, you sing so well." Zhang Mengmeng's voice was the first to break the silence in the dressing room.

Wen Xiaotong looked at the ordinary big boy in front of him, and found for the first time that in addition to his excellent grades and the courage to stand up to the teacher, he actually had such a talent.

Although they are still young and don't have boyfriends, isn't it the time for young girls to sprout?

The so-called girl's nostalgia is always poetry, and most young boys and girls are born with sad things.

Song Chunmei admits that Zhang Fan sings well, and what is even more commendable is that he sings the entire lyrics very well, but she has other scruples.

This song is known from the word to praise love, and singing this kind of song at the junior high school orientation party is not a disguised promotion of early love?

Song Chunmei couldn't make up her mind for a while, she turned her head to Zhang Mengmeng and said, "Mengmeng, you go and find Teacher Murong, just say that I have something to discuss with him." ”

Zhang Mengmeng nodded and went out.

"What's wrong with the teacher? Isn't this song good? Zhang Fan also thought of this, but he could only sing this one, and he couldn't do anything if he couldn't do it.

Song Chunmei nodded and said, "But not necessarily, it depends on how the school leaders think about this matter." ”

After a while, a tall, thin middle-aged man walked in.

"Teacher Chunmei, have you finally decided what to do about your class program?"

Murong Cunxue wears a round-framed glasses and is dressed in avant-garde fashion.

"Teacher Murong, I called you here to discuss with you." Song Chunmei called Murong Cunxue aside, and the two of them muttered that they didn't know what they were talking about.

Zhang Mengmeng sneaked to Zhang Fan's side and whispered, "Zhang Fan, what's the name of the song you sang just now?" Why haven't I heard of it? ”

Zhang Fan said softly: "Little Lucky, it's a not-so-famous singer who sings, so you may not have heard it." ”

"Little lucky?" Zhang Mengmeng nodded, recalling the lyrics and melody in her mind.

"Okay, Teacher Chunmei, I know." Murong Cunxue kept nodding, it seemed that she had discussed it with Song Chunmei.

"Teacher Chunmei, you can ask this student to sing another part for me, and then make a decision."

Song Chunmei nodded and said to Zhang Fan, "Zhang Fan, you sing the song you just sang to Teacher Murong again." ”

……

The familiar rhythm sounded again, and Zhang Mengmeng and Wen Xiaotong thought of the majestic scene of heavy rain in the lyrics again.

The singing voice is melodious, immature but not childish.

Although Murong Cunxue is just a music teacher, he still played music in his early years, and he was mixed in various music circles, as soon as he heard Zhang Fan speak, he knew that this boy was not simple.

There is a hint of vicissitudes in the immature voice, and the voice has not been transformed, just like a blank sheet of paper with plasticity.

The most important thing is the song he sang, Murong Cunxue searched a lot in his mind, but he didn't find a match for it, and the lyrics, rhyme and artistic conception of this song will definitely not be a nameless work.

"Zhang Fan, right, who is the original of your song?" Murong Cunxue looked at Zhang Fan with burning eyes.

Zhang Fan's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he said: "An unknown singer, I saw it a long time ago, and now I forget what his name is." ”

Murong Cunxue was a little puzzled, but she didn't doubt it, after all, there were thousands of Huaxia songs, and many golden songs would be buried.

"Zhang Fan, you sing very well." Murong Cunxue continued: "It's definitely no problem to sing on stage. ”

"Teacher Murong, the lyrics of this song ......" Song Chunmei was still a little worried, after all, they were still very resistant to early love.

Murong Cunxue smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry about this, it's just singing, let's either rap a love song or promote love, it depends on how we look at this issue dialectically." ”

Song Chunmei is not a pedantic person, and he also knows the relationship behind Zhang Fan, so he suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

"So we decided? Let Zhang Fan sing on stage? ”

Murong Cunxue interrupted Song Chunmei's words: "If you want to sing on stage, there is still a trouble, because we shouldn't have the accompaniment of this song here, so Zhang Fan can only sing a cappella." ”

"Do you know how to read staves?" Murong Cunxue asked suddenly.

Zhang Fan shook his head, except for this song, the other songs he sang were all incomplete in five tones.

Murong Cunxue sighed and said, "This is not easy to do, if you can write the score, maybe I can also use the piano to accompany you." ”

"Teacher, I sing in a very accurate key, I can sing it a few more times, can you write a score?" Zhang Fan asked suddenly.

In fact, he is also selfish, since this song is sung from his mouth, he doesn't want to bury it. If someone can write a score, it will undoubtedly be very good for the spread of the song.

When Murong Cunxue heard Zhang Fan say this, her calm heart also set off ripples, and people who hadn't tried to write music for many years were eager to try.

……

Zhang Mengmeng returned to the seat of the ninth class of junior high school in the lecture hall, and her mind was full of the melody of "Little Lucky".

Zhang Fan also stayed in the dressing room with Murong Cunxue, and the two of them were talking about music.

The hour hand slowly crept forward, the lively atmosphere in the lecture hall became quiet, and the party was finally about to begin.

"Leaders, teachers, students, good evening."

With the end of the two small hosts on the stage, the bright red curtain opened, and the principal Zhuang Zhou also rushed to the scene to make a speech, and then he led a group of leaders to sit in the first row.

"The party officially began, let's invite Xiao Liang from the first class of junior high school, he brought us a song "Red Apple Paradise"!"

The dynamic music, the youthful face, and the atmosphere of the scene were ignited instantly.

In a small corner of the sixth class of junior high school.

"Brother Xiaotian, where is my brother? Didn't he say he'd be back later? There was no smile on Lily's face, she was holding Lin Xiaotian's clothes tightly in her hand, "What about my brother?" ”

She was amazed by everything around her, but her brother's absence made her very uneasy.

Lin Xiaotian is also very strange, it stands to reason that Zhang Fan should have come back a long time ago, but now that the party is about to start, he is still nowhere to be seen.

"Lily, your brother Xiaofan will be back soon, why don't we go and find him?" Lin Xiaotian thought about going to the ninth class of junior high school to find a place.

"Yes, okay." Lily quickly stood up, her little eyes searching around.

Lin Xiaotian took Lily to the position of the ninth class of junior high school.