The windows slowly opened.

In a huge concert hall.

Rays of dawn shone in, dispelling the darkness in the concert hall.

Not long after the sweeping aunt walked in with a mop, she was kicked out again.

She took the mop and glanced curiously at the hall, only to find that the atmosphere of the concert hall was very strange.

All of them are clearly alive, but they are like wax figures from a horror movie, staring motionless in the same direction.

Tong Yuan sat quietly.

After playing and staying awake all night, she naturally felt tired, and even when the dawn entered the concert hall, she felt dazzling and even unable to open her eyes, and several young teachers behind her were similar to her.

Some dozed off, some were in a trance, and some felt depressed to stay here......

An Xiao was stunned for a moment, and the phone vibrated loudly, and when he answered the phone, he turned around and walked outside.

"07 Edition Teach. The material was approved, and the two texts of "The Golden Fishhook" and "Monument" were confirmed, and these two texts were put into the required reading and compulsory examination links......"

"Okay, will it start on September 1st?"

"Yes."

The other end of the phone.

She heard an excited voice on the other end of the phone.

After hearing this voice, a rare smile appeared on her face, which had always been relatively cold.

07 version of the language teaching. Some fictional content that has nothing to do with history, such as "The President's Cherry Tree" and "Tom Saves Mom", has been deleted.

In addition to deleting these fictional contents, some texts that are suspected of being biased towards children's values have been deleted, and patriotic articles such as "The Golden Fishhook" and "Monument" have been added.

Of course, these changes, while they seem simple, are actually under a lot of pressure, and it takes a lot of review and meetings to confirm the changes.

Individual leaders of relevant departments still have objections to this, and even the personal relationship between An Xiao and Zhou Yang, who was yin and yang, felt that this was opening the back door, and reached out to their department.

An Xiao naturally heard it.

But there was no explanation, and there was no anger.

Even if she has a very good personal relationship with Zhou Yang and is in a vague relationship above her friends, she has a clear conscience in every step she takes and everything she does.

"Finally a step forward!"

There was a sigh of emotion on the other end of the phone, as if a difficult battle had finally been won, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's just getting started, and there's still a lot to be done

After hanging up the phone, An Xiao looked at the rising sun in the distance, reminding himself in his heart.

Just as she was about to walk back to the concert hall to see how Zhou Yang was doing, her phone vibrated again.

The guy turned on the phone again.

"The new version of the "Primary School Music" textbook is just going to be changed to a new version, or take advantage of this time to put the song "My Motherland" into it......"

The other party proposed.

"You prepare a report, and I will find a way to talk to the top ......"

"Good!"

…………………………

Zhou Yang never imagined that his brain cells could be so excited.

It was as if the flood was flooding all around, surging and out of control.

Sadness, or long roars, or ancient calls, in the midst of a dense jungle.

These emotions and feelings, Zhou Yang replaced them with musical notes, and turned them into short melodies, which were then perfectly integrated into them under the rendering of the main theme of "The Last Mohican".

He began to have a deeper understanding of music, but this understanding can only be understood, not spoken.

One hand is writing the score, the other is playing the melody, and time passes quietly before you know it.

I don't know how long it took for him to finally write the whole poem "The Last Mohicans" to the end, and when he was done, he put down his pen and looked at the complete score.

There was no happiness, no excitement, and his emotions were still immersed in the impact of this song for a long time.

"That's how it should be!"

After reading the score over and over again, and finally returning to normal, he nodded.

He looked up.

Subsequently......

I found that there were people all around.

Song Yiyi looked at him excitedly, and the hand holding the Gaina flute was shaking slightly.

"I ...... Look at ......"

As soon as she finished saying this, she found that another figure rushed over faster than her and came to Zhou Yang's side.

John. William Puss held the sheet music, his face flushed with excitement, and he opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, it was as if his throat was blocked by some foreign object, and he couldn't say anything.

He stared at the score, looking at it over and over again, the light in his eyes getting brighter and hotter.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it, that's it! ”

in the concert hall.

He finally gasped for breath, as if he had encountered something heirloom and as if he were witnessing something.

He gave Zhou Yang a hug fiercely, and at this moment, he seemed to no longer complain about God's unfairness, and even lost his mind to compare with Zhou Yang.

"Or blow it! Teacher Song, or ......"

Zhou Yang was hugged breathlessly, but his expression was unprecedentedly calm, as if this was not a big deal.

Of course, there was a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and he couldn't even believe himself.

He relied on the vague impression in his mind, as well as the melodies and the emotions he was immersed in the music, to completely complete the whole "The Last Mohicans"!

After a short period of excitement, he looked at Song Yiyi again.

"Good!"

Song Yiyi nodded excitedly, looked at the content on the score, and then took the Gana flute, and after brewing for a long time, finally played the melody of "The Last Mohican".

Zhou Yang's fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair again, and the notes seemed to be embodied in front of his eyes.

Some of the musicians present were drowsy when they heard a desolate sound, and they woke up in an instant.

Then looked at Song Yiyi, who was playing not far away.

Listen, somehow, their noses were a little sour, and there was a feeling of tears.

They heard a call from far away, over and over again.

Vaguely, they saw a story that witnessed the birth, rise, and decline of civilizations, and was buried in the yellow sand, becoming an extremely short sentence in the history books.

This piece is very heavy, which makes their already tired spirit even more depressed......

Suona master Tong Yuan's heart was shocked.

Looking at Zhou Yang under the shrouded light, it was as if he had seen an incredible rise in a trance.

He was so young, so talented, and his future was ......

Tong Yuan shook his head.

She couldn't imagine how far Zhou Yang's future would go, and even she had the illusion that this guy would become a world music master.

She shook her head again.

It was at this time......

"Eh, hey, hey......"

She heard the melody of the Gaina flute, and Zhou Yang seemed to be imitating something, and suddenly sang a tune in a low voice with a strange voice.

In the tune, she vaguely saw that the history buried by the wind and sand was rendered by the music.

After Zhou Yang chanted in a low voice, he sat back in his seat.

John. William Puth clenched his fists, and the excitement in his heart faded away with the melody.

A song that makes a person, especially like John. The sublimation of a character of William Pus's level is definitely a nonsense thing.

But John. William Puth fell into a kind of reflection, he looked at Zhou Yang, and always felt that Zhou Yang was expressing something with music.

The Last of the Mohicans......

Thinking of a bloody and barbaric history of the former old beauty, my heart suddenly became mixed.

Civilization and freedom, peace and lighthouses are just one way to disguise plunder......

Zhou Yang, on the other hand, used music to tear apart all civilizations, and in the end only bursts of wailing and white bones remained.

A song ends.

John. William Puth was stunned.

Song Yiyi lowered her head and returned the score to Zhou Yang.

It's just that the beautiful eyes are rippling, and there is a hint of infatuation in the eyes, but in the end they disappear quickly.

The hall fell silent.

Everyone looked at Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang ...... Me, no problem, right? ”

"No problem."

"Oh, I'm a little tired, I'll go back and rest first?"

"Okay."

The one who broke the silence was Song Yiyi, who looked at Zhou Yang and tried to keep herself calm.

"This song, it's so good! Zhou Yang, you are amazing! ”

When she saw the other party nodding, she felt a little disappointed inexplicably, but she still put away the Gainer flute, and praised Zhou Yang deeply, as if she felt that there was something missing, and suddenly added with a smile: "Of course, I also have a great credit, after all, I have helped you blow it I don't know how many times...... When you're busy, I'm sure to give you a good meal! Ha ha. ”

"No problem, Mr. Song!"

Song Yiyi's smile was like a silver bell, very pleasant, and after greeting everyone in the concert hall one by one, Song Yiyi finally turned around and left with a smile.

She stepped outside and was ...... by the sun

His smile suddenly stiffened, and he sat down in the car and lowered his head.

"Miss Song, are you okay?"

The driver saw Song Yiyi's abnormality and asked intimately.

But Song Yiyi didn't respond for a long time.

There are a lot of good things in this world, and there are also a lot of good people to look forward to......

But inevitably there will always be a little bit of regret......

The car started.

Song Yiyi looked up at the music hall farther and farther away outside the car window, and when it was finally blurry to the point where she couldn't see clearly, she showed a smile again.

His time is kicking off!

As his friend, she should feel happy for him.

The higher he stands and the farther he goes, the more he should be happy for him.

His efforts deserve to be applauded.

But......

He no longer seems to be the young man who blushes when he says a few words in front of him and hesitates when he is teased......

Already, no more......

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