It's a summer night, the breeze blows coolly, the sky is very round and bright, and there are a few stars shining with cold light, and the whole plateau looks quiet and solemn.

The two chatted without a word.

At this time, two girls climbed up from the path on the edge of the yard, and Yu Tongtong was still carrying a guitar.

"Daddy, keep your promise and sing." It was Feng Pei's daughter, Xiao Xuan, who spoke.

Feng Pei smiled, took the guitar, gently plucked the strings twice by the moonlight, familiarized himself with it, and then said, "Then I will play the song "The Story of Time" written by your Uncle Yu." ”

After speaking, he played and sang.

Spring flowers bloom

Autumn winds

and the setting sun in winter

Melancholy youth

When I was younger, I used to think this ignorantly

Windmills in all seasons

In the song of reincarnation, it flows every day

In the verses of the wind and snow

I'm growing up year after year

Yu Dongqing listened quietly.

Maybe I haven't played for a long time, and my fingering is a little rusty, but my voice is still good.

After playing a song, Xiao Xuan slapped her face and smiled: "Dad, you sing so well, sing another song." ”

Feng Pei drank some wine today and was a little excited, and said: "Dad's best thing is not to sing pop songs, but our Qinbei folk songs, Dad will sing you a paragraph." ”

After saying that, he stood up and sang loudly to the col opposite.

When it comes to (a) family, it is famous

The family lives in Suide Sanshilipu Village

The fourth sister loves to see (that) the third brother

He's my confidant

Thirty miles paved on the main road

The theater was demolished to repair the road

The third brother is nineteen this year

The two of us didn't have enough

The song is melodious, the rhythm is soothing, and the sound reverberates in the mountains.

Qinbei folk song "Orchid Flower".

Yu Dongqing remembered that when he first went to college, the National Day class staged a show, and Feng Pei shocked everyone with this song "Orchid Flower".

More than a decade later, it sounds like a trip back to college.

After Feng Pei finished singing, Yu Dongqing smiled and said, "It's a good singing, the treasure knife is not old." ”

"Hehe, it's scrapped now, and I'm smoking and drinking again, and my voice is far worse than before." Feng Pei humbly said: "With a voice like mine, we have a lot of right voices here, and I have a student who sings folk songs very well!" ”

"Student?"

"Yes, I took it before, this kid is naughty and mischievous, and his academic performance is so bad that he didn't even get into high school, but he has a very good voice, a clear timbre, and is especially good at singing Qinbei folk songs."

"Really? Where is he now? Yu Dongqing suddenly became interested.

"I work in a brick factory in the town, I'll take you over tomorrow to see if there is any future for development, it's a pity to move bricks for the rest of your life."

"Okay, I'll check it out tomorrow."

The next morning, after getting up for breakfast, Feng Pei drove Yu Dongqing to a brick factory in the town.

In this place in northern Qin, it is very cool in the morning and evening in summer, but as soon as the sun comes out, it immediately becomes hot.

Zhang Bao is pushing a tricycle in a vest and a hard hat, and his job is to move the hollow bricks that have been formed to the kiln for firing.

After graduating from junior high school, he wandered around the house for a year with nothing to do, and then came to work in this brick factory, where he worked for three years.

The family's economic conditions were poor, and his father's health was not very good, so after graduating from junior high school, he did not choose to work outside like everyone else, but worked at the door of his home.

However, the salary is quite high, and he can earn more than 200 yuan a day, and now young people like him are looking for easy jobs to do, who wants to suffer from this?

The boss could not find a young and strong laborer, and he was the youngest in the brick factory.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, looked up at the hot sun, and knew that today was another difficult weather.

He hated the summer, it was too hot. Although it is better to look cold in winter than to work in the heat of almost 40 degrees.

Alas. Suffering from this, it would have been good to know that I would listen to the teacher and study hard.

Zhang Bao remembered that his homeroom teacher Feng in junior high school persuaded him to study hard:

"You're very smart, why don't you put your mind into studying? If you can't even pass the high school exam, what can you do? Either go to the farm, go to the factory to screw the screws, or go to the construction site to move bricks! ”

Sure enough, the teacher said that he was right, and he moved bricks in the brick factory!

So now he never dares to go to school, and when he sees Teacher Feng, he hides from afar.

He has a good voice, Zhang Bao fantasizes about being able to take the road of a singer, but unfortunately he has not undergone special training, and it is okay to sing in the card hall, and if he really wants to become a profession, he will be beaten back to his original form immediately, and if he wants to train himself, he has to pay for it.

How can there be so much money?

And what I'm best at is not pop songs, but folk songs! Who still listens to this slag of the land now?

Forget it, don't think about it, move bricks.

Zhang Bao was hunched over and was pulling a cart of bricks towards the brick kiln, when he suddenly saw two middle-aged men walking from outside the brick factory, one of them was Teacher Feng, no, he was now Principal Feng.

"Principal Fung"

"Principal Fung"

The workers of the brick factory all knew him and greeted him warmly, and even the owner of the brick factory came out of the air-conditioned room and greeted with a smile with a box of soft China: "Principal Feng, is it a holiday?" Why do you have time to come to the brick factory today? Want to fix a house? ”

"No, I came to him for something." Feng Pei took the cigarette handed over by the other party, pointed to Zhang Bao, who was pulling bricks, and replied.

"Zhang Bao, your teacher is coming to you!" The brick factory owner shouted loudly and handed Yu Dongqing a cigarette next to him, but Yu Dongqing smiled and declined.

When Zhang Bao saw Principal Feng coming, he pretended not to see it and wanted to pull the bricks and quickly slip away, but he didn't expect the boss to call him over, so he had to put down the car and walk over.

"Hello Principal Feng." Zhang Bao greeted honestly.

"Let's go, go out with me and say something to you." Feng Pei said a word, turned around and walked outside the brick factory, Zhang Bao was a little puzzled but didn't dare to ask, so he followed.

He looked at the middle-aged man who came with Feng Pei, and suddenly felt as if he had seen it somewhere.

Suddenly he remembered:

Brother-in-law, Yu Dongqing!

I've seen it on TV, and I've heard his songs, and his voice is weird but good.

How did he come here?

What is the relationship with Mr. Feng?

"Teacher Yu" Zhang Bao finally mustered up the courage to learn from others and shouted: "The songs you write are really good, and the songs you sing are also good." ”

"It's not as good as your teacher Feng's singing." Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

Can Mr. Feng sing?

I've never heard him sing!

Zhang Bao was surprised but didn't dare to ask more, so he obediently followed Feng Pei to a secluded place not far from the brick factory, where large patches of pink flowering buckwheat were planted on the opposite mountain.

"Zhang Bao, you sing a piece of Qinbei folk song Xintianyou or something to Teacher Yu." Feng Pei turned around and said to Zhang Bao.

Thank you for the brave 19731027, yy19408, don't eat vegetables today, 1yxw, thunderbolt sword, ghxs, and a monthly pass that has nothing to do

(End of chapter)