He Yan had one head and two big, walked up to the podium, and a girl who didn't think it was a big deal sent a pipa.

It is customary to say "thank you".

In the midst of his worries, he caught a glimpse of a guitar hanging on the wall and immediately had an idea.

"Teacher Gu, can I use other musical instruments?"

Gu Lan nodded, "You can find anything in the classroom." ”

Gu Lan means that you can only use the ones in the classroom, you have to go outside to find musical instruments, who knows how long it will take.

"Okay, Teacher Gu. ”

Returning the pipa to the girl who gave the instrument, He Yan walked towards the guitar on the back wall of the classroom.

The girls in the classroom were whispering.

"What is he going to do?"

"It's not going to slip away!"

......

He Yan picked up the guitar hanging on the back wall, his eyes were full of sadness, since Bai Tang left, he had never touched the guitar again, Bai Tang liked to hold his chin and listen to He Yan play the guitar.

When he picked up the guitar, he remembered white sugar, so he never touched the guitar since.

"Huh, the instrument!"

"No, you can't use that instrument, it's the vice-principal's instrument, and no one else can touch it. A girl who knew the inside story said loudly.

Gu Lan waved her hand, "It's okay, let him play, as long as he can play the tune, I will take care of it, vice principal." ”

He Yan glanced at Gu Lan gratefully, and returned to the podium with the guitar.

He stroked the piano gently, thinking to himself, "White Sugar, I wish I could play the piano for you at this moment!"

Someone in the audience whispered: "Does he not know how to play, is he pretending." ”

He Yan didn't care, plucked the strings lightly, all the notes were wrong, and began to tune.

Gu Lan saw his movements and said in his heart: He really knows how to play this strange instrument.

Tune the strings, gently sweep the C major chord, and that's right, start playing.

Beautiful music popped out of He Yan's hands, as if telling a beautiful past, like crying.

His skill on the guitar has never been seen before in the performance of national instruments here.

The girls in the audience all grew their mouths, including the non-mainstream An Lili, and Gu Lan was the only one who was calm on the surface, but she was also surprised in her heart, who would have thought that there would be such music.

He Yan played the original white sugar's favorite "Song of the Flying Eagle", which is a guitar music adapted from the Indian folk songs of his original world, Peru in South America.

The tranquil, profound, and lofty artistic conception of the music can make people's minds clear and their spirits sublimated.

During the performance, He Yan's eyes revealed infinite sadness and longing, and all the girls in the classroom were infected by him.

After playing the song, some girls were still immersed in the music and couldn't extricate themselves, and some had burst into tears, empathizing with He Yan's sadness and reluctance.

One minute, two minutes, the classroom was eerily quiet.

"Smack, smack, smack, smack. ”

The first to applaud was Gu Lan, she was also infected by the music, but as a vocal teacher, she was the first to wake up.

The whole classroom resounded with thunderous applause, shocking, shocking.

"Did you see the sugar?

"Thank you!" He Yan bowed and prepared to step down.

He didn't expect guitar music to be recognized by the world.

"Wait. Gu Lan suddenly spoke.

Why are you waiting, "What's wrong with Teacher Gu?"

"What's this instrument called?"

"It's called the guitar and it's a foreign instrument. "He Yan used to like to play the guitar and knew the history of the guitar very well.

Gu Lan nodded, "Since I took vocal lessons, I have never heard you speak, since you can play a musical instrument, you will definitely sing so that everyone can listen to you." ”

It's really not worth being late for today's class, and I have to play and sing again!

But think about it, as a student in the Department of Practical Application of Vocal Music, is it possible that you don't play an instrument or sing?

"Okay. He Yan nodded, "But Teacher Gu, I won't learn it before, can I sing other songs?"

"Whatever, as long as you sing, it's okay if you don't sing well. ”

"Is it okay for me to play with a guitar accompaniment?"

"Yes, but no one will. ”

"Okay, I'll do it myself. As soon as He Yan's words came out, all the girls in the class, including Teacher Gu, were surprised, and they could still play and sing at the same time.

He Yan returned to the middle of the podium again, thought about it for a while, and decided to choose Zhou Chuanxiong's "The Window That Can't Be Closed", the reason, this song is relatively simple.

Fingertips swept over the guitar, this way of playing is completely different from the solo just now, the solo just now is a more gentle way of expression, and the strumming is different, more enthusiastic and rhythmic.

After a short prelude, He Yan spoke:

I heard the cold wind disturb the leaves

In the lonely and dark alley where you live for a long time

I hear loneliness in the night of forbearance

It's a chest sobbing with love

I'm a locked window to my heart

Let the cold wind come and go, and it can't be closed

......

Because it's simple, he doesn't need to look at the guitar and can sing more attentively.

No one in the classroom had ever heard him sing this way, and what they heard or learned from their childhood was all ethnic singing, or the singing of opera, and the way of resonance was also different.

He Yan's way of singing is a popular singing method, which can be said to be more casual, including the switching of true and false tones in the treble part, which makes the girls and Gu Lan fascinated.

One of the reasons why he chose this song is that the expression of this song is not so direct, too direct "I love you" I am afraid that these girls will not be able to accept it.

Although the expression of this song is not very direct, the word love has appeared, and even such subtle lyrics are unprecedented here.

The song reaches its final stanza.

......

I heard the rejection and laughed at the night

I'm just a window to the northwest in the cold winter

I'm just a window to the northwest in the cold winter

At the end of the song, it was as silent as late at night.

He Yan was stunned, was this song too much?

Just when he was at a loss, the applause of "pop papa" sounded, it was from outside the classroom, and then He Yan realized that he didn't know when there were people gathered outside the classroom, both girls and boys, and the girls in the classroom woke up like a dream and applauded together.

The first to applaud was standing at the door, an old gray-haired pedant.

When Gu Lan saw him, she hurriedly walked over, "Vice Principal Yan!"

Feelings: This is the owner of the guitar - Vice Principal Yan.

The old principal waved his hand, "Okay, Teacher Gu, your good student." ”

Everyone said in their hearts, it's bad, Vice Principal Yan is going to get angry, and they know that it's not good to use this instrument.

Gu Lan hurriedly said: "I asked He Yan to use the musical instrument, if you want to blame me, blame me." ”

Vice Principal Yan smiled, "Teacher Gu, you didn't understand what I meant, I didn't mean to blame this classmate. ”

He walked to the middle of the classroom and said, "This guitar was given to me by an old friend of mine, and it has always been there, because I can't use it, it's just a dead thing, and it has a place in the hands of someone who can use it." ”

Vice Principal Yan looked at He Yan, "Classmates listened to Teacher Gu, your name is He Yan?"

"Yes, Vice Principal Yan!" He Yan replied respectfully.

Vice Principal Yan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll give it to you." ”

When He Yan heard that he was going to give him the guitar, he hurriedly refused, "No, how can I take away what you love, this is too precious, I can't accept it." ”

This guitar can't be said to be unique, it is also extremely rare in the Great Xia Dynasty, rare is expensive, such a precious thing, of course he can't accept it.

"Take it, but it's conditional. Vice Principal Yan smiled slyly.

"What conditions?" He Yan said suspiciously.

"Just listen to us more tunes from the songs you wrote. Vice President Yan smiled.