"Teacher Zhang, when are you meeting?"

"I also just got a call to be at the guest house near the film school at 8 p.m. tomorrow night. I'll go with you. ”

Yang Xiao thought that there would be nothing to do tomorrow night, so he said, "Okay, thank you, Teacher Zhang." ”

Zhang Zhongliang patted him on the shoulder, "Yang Xiao, do we still need to be so polite between us?" You've helped me so much. After speaking, he raised the music sheet in his hand.

"That's as it should be. Without Mr. Zhang, I would not be where I am today. ”

Zhang Zhongliang listened to these words, and he thought that he had eaten a chilled watermelon on dog days, and he was comfortable from head to toe. He is more and more optimistic about Yang Xiao, this student is not only talented, but also humble and low-key, and knows how to be grateful.

He believed that Yang Xiao's character would definitely make him go further and further, and that teacher didn't like talented and virtuous students. Both ability and political integrity, morality is the first.

"Yang Xiao, don't say that. It's gold, and it will shine sooner or later. ”

Yang Xiao disagreed with Zhang Zhongliang's statement, and must express his attitude, "Teacher Zhang, that's different." The aroma of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. ”

Not long after Mr. Zhang left, there was another knock on the door of the room. Yang Xiao thought that Teacher Zhang had come back with something, and when he opened the door, it turned out that Meihui was standing there, timidly, "Hello, I'm here to trouble Mr. Yang again." ”

"No trouble, no trouble. Miss Mie inside, please. As he spoke, he let Mie into the house with a gesture of please. He turned and took out an envelope and handed it to her.

Meihui looked surprised and couldn't believe it, and stood up, "Mr. Yang, this is written." ”

"Yes, I'd like to ask Miss Mie to take a look first."

Mie opens the envelope, "Spring in the North". Vernacular, blue sky, south wind. On a hill where magnolia blossoms. O Northland, spring in the Northland. People who live in the city. Have you forgotten the season? (Japanese version of the lyrics)...... Yang Xiao thought about it for a long time and decided to use the original lyrics, so as to better enhance the artistic conception of the song, and respect the original author.

After reading it three times in a row, Mie put the manuscript on her chest and bowed excitedly, her voice changed a little, "Thank you, thank you so much." Can you please sing a few words? Because only you have the deepest understanding of the work. ”

Yang Xiao didn't expect that Meihui also had a certain understanding of lyrics and songs, so he smiled and nodded, "No problem." Mie hurriedly took out a small tape recorder and asked, "Is that okay?" Mr. Yang. Yang Xiao nodded, took out the guitar next to him and sang.

After singing, Meihui's applause rang out, "Great, Mr. Yang." From your singing voice reminds me of my hometown. Have you ever been to my hometown? Oh, sorry, that's rude. Thank you so much. After saying that, he began to bow again.

"You're welcome. Miss Meihui, I saw the scenery there on TV, and I was moved. ”

Little stars popped out of Meihui's eyes. "Really? Yang Jun is really ...... Can I call you Yang Jun in the future? ”

"Yes." Adored by the little beauty of the island country, Yang Xiao's heart was greatly satisfied, his heart was beautiful, and his eyes revealed tenderness.

"Yang Jun, thank you again. Your song will definitely be sung in Fuso. After sending Meihui away, Yang Xiao said in his heart: I think so too.

Yang Xiao entered the filming crew again and entered the intense filming work. He followed behind Jiang Baicheng and carefully observed his words and deeds. There is also the work of various departments of the crew, what he sees and thinks, he takes out his notebook at any time and writes it down.

In the past week, a thick notebook has been written for the most part. In the past few days, Zhou Meilan didn't mention the songs, didn't mention shopping, and Yang Xiao also pretended to forget.

The next morning, Teacher Zhang called again, "Yang Xiao, congratulations." Your song has been reviewed by the expert group of the Conservatory of Music, and it is unanimously agreed that it can become a classic song and recommended as a National Day gift work. Do you have any requirements? ”

Yang Xiao thought for a moment and said without hesitation. "I want to learn composition from you." Zhang Zhongliang was stunned for a moment, and then moved and delighted, he also understood what Yang Xiao meant, and wanted to be his student.

"Okay, after you arrive at the Normal University, you can come to me at any time in your spare time." It is a matter of pride to have such a musically gifted and diligent student to be his teacher. I can also draw a lot of inspiration from his music.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

After saying this, Zhang Zhongliang picked up the newspaper next to him again. "By the way, one more thing. Today, the Beijing Evening News has a follow-up report on that incident. ”

"Damn, why is it endless?" He really doesn't want to expose himself in the media too early, so under the supervision of the media, he has no privacy.

"Say what? That's a good thing. Good news for the promotion of the song. The song hasn't been released yet, and everyone is so concerned about it, and it won't be popular in the future. ”

Yang Xiao didn't care about Zhang Zhongliang's persuasion, but he didn't feel very comfortable. Patronized and performed with Zhou Meinu in the roadside gazebo, and even promised her to sing, and he didn't expect what might happen in the future.

Yang Xiao said secretly: Mistake, I am really a pig brain. Seeing a beautiful woman can be so good, how can you do big things in the future? Accomplish your own small goals. Tell yourself to keep your mind clear when you see beautiful women in the future. Say a few more words: women are tigers. The woman under the mountain is a tiger. The next line of the song seems to be quite cute.

Zhang Zhongliang on the other side of the microphone smiled very strangely. "Want to hear about the newspaper?"

"What's the subject?" Yang Xiao had a bad feeling.

"That's the title. Respect for young people who love teachers, are you in--where-? ”

"Holy. Which genius journalist came up with this? So catchy of readers? "Since ancient times, respect for heaven, earth, kings, relatives, and teachers has formed a code of conduct for people, and Confucianism has been a tradition for thousands of years. Teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts.

"Hey, hey. You know that, too. Now almost all the people in the city are looking for you. As soon as he heard this, Yang Xiao felt cold behind him, and once again regretted that he had not done it at the beginning, and something really had to happen. Lao Tzu still wants to stop and finish this university.

I didn't expect to make such a fuss, and the behind-the-scenes plan was going to be ruined. If someone discovers their secrets and is used as a guinea pig to study, they won't even be able to cry.

"No, I can't. I need to hurry home, this place is too dangerous. Yang Xiao was talking to himself there, but forgot to hang up the phone.

"Say what? Stinky boy. Others want to be crazy when they want to be famous, what do you want to do? People really want to find you, can you run away when you go home? Where else can you hide? ”

Faced with Zhang Zhongliang's lesson, Yang Xiao's head was a little sober, and his head began to rotate at high speed, so he hurriedly found a more reasonable explanation, otherwise it would not be fun to be understood by Mr. Zhang and them as alternative.