Yang Xiao's publication in the newspaper and magazine quickly passed. It's the third year of high school, and everyone's main focus is still on studying, and there are people in the class who are unbalanced about this matter.

A few students squatting in the toilet secretly smoked cigarettes and spit smoke there. One of them said indignantly, "That guy is very biased in subjects, and his grades in Chinese are not bad, but he barely passes other subjects, what do you have to do?" ”

Someone on the side chimed in, "That's, that's it, what Fat Wu said is too right." ”

Some people are also retorting, "People don't have to worry about anything, and they still say that they invite everyone to drink soda after getting the manuscript fee." ”

Fat Wu retorted loudly, "Then did you drink it?" "It's not like everyone is embarrassed to go."

"Sophistry! I think he's a miser, Grandet. "This world Grandet is also a miser. Wu Fatzi said sharply.

Several people looked at him silently, thinking in their hearts, what are you Wu Fat thinking in your heart, everyone knows it, aren't you just worried about the University Committee? You don't skimp on it, and you don't see everyone drink soda. Seeing that everyone didn't speak, Wu Fatzi felt that his tone was a little too harsh.

Or find a way to ease the situation: "After school, I'll invite everyone to drink soda." If others don't invite, I invite. "Fat man." "Fat brother is righteous." There were a few cheers from the surroundings, and the fat man's depressed mood was slightly relieved.

When the words reached Yang Xiao, he didn't have the time to deal with those who chewed his tongue behind his back, and his mouth grew on others, how could you control it? If you want to say it, there is no shortage of jealous people in any world. He is now very attentive to the plan of endorsement, and he also points to the plug-in of super memory, the salted fish is reborn.

Tian Wenjing asked quietly, "Why don't you care about those who say you?" ”

Yang Xiao looked at her and said softly, "It's mediocre if you don't recruit people." Hearing this, the angry Tian Wenjing rolled his eyes at him and never said anything more.

"Can I understand that this is your concern for your classmates?"

"Hmph." The answer to him was another roll of his eyes, and Yang Xiao felt that it was also a very pleasant thing to tease the table in his spare time. His mental age is already middle-aged, and he is always weird in his heart when he faces Tian Wenjing, a slightly young tablemate, as if a strange uncle is teasing little Lori.

Tian Wenjing is not very beautiful, but it is a very attractive one. Large eyes, round face, slightly darker skin, medium size, shoulder-length short hair. The whole body is full of youthful atmosphere, and it can be regarded as a class flower. Learning is good, no wonder Wu Fatzi secretly pursues it, and his heart says: Wu Fatzi's vision is still good.

"Yang Xiao, someone is looking for the phone number in the communication room. Someone shouted at the door.

"Thank you!" There is only one phone in the communication room in the school, and the teachers and classmates are all called through the communication room, and Yang Xiao doesn't know who is looking for him at this time.

"Hey, hello, I'm Yang Xiao. Who is looking for me? ”

"Hello, Yang Xiao, I am Editor Sun of the Youth Daily Supplement." A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone, slightly hoarse.

"Oh, hello, Editor Sun, what are you looking for me?" The contact information he left for his submission was naturally the school's phone number.

Editor Sun briefly introduced that the teacher of the Central Conservatory of Music saw his work and thought it was very suitable as a lyric, and wanted to use his work as a lyric and asked him if he had any opinions. If the composition is successful, he will appear as a lyricist in the song, and he will be paid a certain amount of credit. In addition, Editor Sun admired the other side of the mountain very much, and told him that it would be published in the next issue.

What can Yang Xiao say? This is originally the lyrics, he can only sing, and he only understands the composition, otherwise he can't just publish the lyrics. It seems that I have to hurry up and learn music theory knowledge, how can I compose music after I can't write music? You still have to rely on this to eat, and you need to find a professional teacher.

In the end, Editor Sun asked in a ghostly manner, "Yang Xiao, do you know how to compose music?" ”

Yang Xiao said with a blushing face, "It's a bit musical." "Let's get a shot first and see what the situation is.

"Can you hum a few words?" Yang Xiao put these three songs as the most classic melodies. "Young friends, come and meet today. ......"I want to sing but I don't dare to sing, hum quietly, and have to look around." ......""When I grow up, I'll be you." ......" each hummed.

"The melody is good, I'll contact you if you need it. Goodbye, Yang Xiao. Obviously, this editor Sun also understands a little, the main theme of a song is set, and this is the framework of the song. If this melody is adopted, Yang Xiao will be half a composer.

"Goodbye Editor Sun." The old man in the communication room on the side could hear it clearly. The people who can talk to the editor are all talents, and he also knows that the Yang Xiao in front of him is a student who has published articles in the national newspaper. He was very happy, and he always had a smile on his face.

Yang Xiao turned around and bowed to him after making the call, and said,

"Thank you, Uncle Dong."

"No thanks, no thanks." Uncle Dong waved his hand and smiled even deeper. Who doesn't like polite students.

It didn't take long for Uncle Dong to arrive at the door of the class again in the afternoon self-study class, "Yang Xiao called." Yang Xiao was stunned when he heard it, which call was this? It won't be Editor Sun again, right?

"Hello, I'm Yang Xiao."

"Hello, Yang Xiao. I am Mr. Zhang from the Central Conservatory of Music, and I was introduced by the editor of Youth Daily. ”

"Oh, hello, Mr. Zhang." Yang Xiao's heart moved slightly.

"That's the case, I heard Editor Sun's humming and thought the melody was very good. I heard that you sang it, and I want to hear you hum it again, so let's make sure. ”

Yang Xiao was a little apprehensive at this time, after all, this is a teacher at the Conservatory of Music, professional-level, and he can't make a mistake. He exhaled a long breath and sang one of each.

"Young friends, meet ...... today. I want to sing, but I don't dare to sing. ……。 When I grow up, I'll be you. ……”

Mr. Zhang was skeptical, but he still let go of the doubts in his heart and made an evaluation, "It's good, the musicality is accurate, and the melody is beautiful." Listening to the voice coming from the microphone, Yang Xiao's heart fell to the ground.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

After a slight pause, Teacher Zhang suddenly asked, "By the way, Yang Xiao, you are now a senior in high school, right?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Zhang."

"What kind of university do you want to go to?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"Have you ever trained as a music professional?"

"No, I just like to sing. My mom is a music teacher and has a bit of a music foundation. Yang Xiao gradually felt what Teacher Zhang meant.

Mr. Zhang thought about it for a while, this student has been influenced by music since he was a child, and he writes so well lyrics and songs, and he has a musicality foundation, and with a little training, he will definitely become an excellent songwriter. He made a decision in an instant, "If you want to come to our Central Conservatory of Music, the school can consider recruiting you." ”

Although he confirmed his thoughts, Yang Xiao was still a little surprised when he heard it. After all, it was an invitation from the highest music school in the country, and it was fake not to be excited. But what if you want to write novels and screenplays in the future? I have never heard of the Central Conservatory of Music producing famous writers and playwrights.

The most ideal should be the Chinese Department of Jingcheng University, and the almost one is also the Chinese Department of Shengcheng University. In this way, it makes sense to write those excellent novels and scripts, and besides, Chinese is still the old profession of my previous life, and I will have some certainty in learning in the future.

"Singing is my hobby, but I still prefer to write." Yang Xiao thinks that it is already more euphemistic to say this.

When Teacher Zhang heard him say this, he was even more reluctant to let it go. Hobbies, to be able to reach this level is already rare.

"It doesn't matter, writing songs can also improve your writing. Our lyricist here are all graduates of the Chinese Department of Jingcheng University, and the level is very high, and they can give you special guidance. ”

couldn't shirk it anymore, so Yang Xiao said, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Zhang, I'll discuss it with my family." ”

"Okay, okay. Get back to me as soon as possible. And left contact details. It is understandable to discuss the matter of taking the university entrance examination with the family, and Mr. Zhang also understands. Putting down the phone, Mr. Zhang hurriedly walked to the college leader's office, and those who engage in music not only need inspiration, but also need talent.