Chapter 275: Black History

"By the way, how come I've never heard you mention that you're interested in music? The only theatrical performance held by the small base when I was a child, He Lao asked you to go up and sing "Little Sun", at least eight out of ten words are not in tune, and it has always given people goosebumps. ”

Why do you still have the leisure to go to this Laoshizi Beidou National Art this time.

Recalling that scene back then, Professor Hua's hand tearing the toast paused slightly, and his cold eyes were a little speechless.

Does she remember why it was the only one?

Because the 'geniuses' in the base are all 'stupid' in a certain field.

traversing hundreds of people in the small base, it is fortunate to be able to find a five-tone whole; Not only was that show not literary at all, it could be described as a disaster scene.

The teachers who were hoping to let them regain their innocence in the world of music were a complete failure.

The five minutes on stage were one of the black histories of her childhood, and she would rather be punished for pulling peanuts than do it.

"The Lou family is indebted, and Lou Yiwen secretly made a business with me; Beidou National Art is one of the plans. ”

To make a long story short, regarding Fu Mingzhen's District 30 and the scourge, she doesn't want District 18 to be involved, "My biological parents prefer Lou Jie, even if she entered the Beidou National Art, Ji Xuejin secretly found He Xianping, a violin master, and had a relationship." ”

"In order to build momentum for the future planning, I made up a reason and asked Ji Xuejin to get me into the Beidou National Art."

The secrets of the wealthy family are intricate, and Jiang Teng, who ate melons on the first scene, bit the cucumber that he didn't know where to touch, and the bite made a clatter.

"Good guy, your parents are not as good as the cafeteria aunt in our small base."

At least the aunt will be afraid that they will be hungry, and will deliberately open a small stove for them after dinner time.

She still remembers how delicious that bowl of egg noodles was.

Hua Wei lowered her eyelids, paused slightly, and then responded slowly: "Yes, who said it wasn't." ”

The sigh is shallow, though it was not counted on at the beginning; But when it really happened, I still felt a little unhappy.

In childhood, I couldn't ask for it, and finally formed an obsession in the deep sea of memory; She thought she had completely forgotten everything, but she didn't expect to neglect the emaciated self in the low-rent house.

The shriveled kernel in the circle has grown into a towering tree, and she doesn't need others to shelter her from the wind and rain, she herself is her reliance.

The dense forest of the Lou family has long been incompatible with her.

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"Teacher Shi, I want to go to the playground to have a look, is that okay?"

Meng Yu knocked on her door, and before she could ask, the little girl who was holding the score hung her head, not daring to look her eyes directly, and said something like this softly.

Hua Wei still maintained the posture of opening the door, her white knuckles against the door, she lowered her eyes, looked at her students, and said softly: "Why do you suddenly want to go?" ”

It was close to noon, and they still needed to catch a 2 p.m. flight to ensure that they could return to Xu Nan before dark.

What is the special reason for Meng Yu in front of him, he needs to go to the amusement park at this time.

"......" The old and white sheet music never left her hand, and she pursed her lips tightly, stubbornly like a straight little poplar.

It's still a kid after all.

Hua Wei sighed helplessly in the bottom of her heart, "As a teacher, I need a reasonable reason to take you out." Meng Yu, my question just now didn't mean to reject you. ”