primary school principal

Chapter 14 Appreciation

"Can Wu do it too?" Lin Ling's manager, Chen Ge, obviously knew about it, and he didn't have a good impression of Wu, "I'm only a freshman, and there are many high-level composition students in the school. Since I want to write, Wouldn't it be better to find a master to write more beautifully?"

During the beginning of the semester, Wu Ye was indeed in the limelight. The freshman's ability to attract cats and dogs was obviously excellent, but there were a lot of doubts about his major.

C Yin brings together the best music students in the country, and these top students are also divided into three or six grades. Different degrees of powerlessness.And those who have become monks halfway are incomparable with those who have boy skills. In a word, a high-born has a high starting point, and solid basic skills can ensure that you can stand firm in the fierce competition.

Coincidentally, Wu Ye's classmate didn't take both. How could he be convinced by a single college entrance examination score? Therefore, those who don't like his limelight often arrange him behind their backs.

"The music I played was written by him." Lu Yuzhou always talked about the works, "I think it's more appropriate for him to connect."

"Really." Brother Chen didn't seem convinced yet, but he didn't have time to hesitate at the moment, he said decisively, "Ask him to try it, and let's talk if it doesn't work."

If you want him to call, he never thought of contacting the talent in person when recommending the talent. He still has a misunderstanding with the talent that hasn't been resolved yet.

Lu Yuzhou opened the dialog box, poking, poking, deleting, deleting, and deleting, Moji couldn't decide for a long time whether to apologize first or talk about the matter first.

Then, he came with an "excessive" call request.

Cough... this is embarrassing.

"Senior, don't keep typing." Wu Ye's big face appeared on the screen looking up at the angle. Analyzing from the angle, his mobile phone should be on his lap, and his leg should be on the table. He seems to be in front of the computer , looked at the computer, and lowered his eyelids to look at the screen when talking, "Molesting customer service without adding money."

Lu Yuzhou, who was embarrassed and didn't know how to apologize, felt that the way he was talking nonsense at the moment was simply too cute.

"I have something to ask you." Lu Yuzhou cleared his throat, pretending to be walking, so that his eyes can be legitimately busy, "Senior Lin would like to ask you to make up a connection, and there will be a reward."

"Well, did you invite Lin Ling or the primary school principal?" Wu Ye tapped lightly on the table with his fingers.

"It's me." Lu Yuzhou told the truth, Lin Ling didn't talk about the remuneration, but he planned to distribute his remuneration to Wu Ye as labor fee.

As soon as the fingertip stopped, Wu also smiled, "That's okay, the reward will be waived, the primary school principal invites me to dinner."

"……Fine."

Lu Yuzhou was quick-talking, of course, it is also possible that he felt sorry for him, and was subconsciously in a state of guilt, so he responded to every request. In short, he promised him another meal without careful consideration.

With their current relationship, it would be embarrassing to eat alone.

Two people who don't know each other, eating one meal after another like this...

The phrase "from eating slowly to making..." flashed in his mind very inappropriately.

Shut up!

Wu Ye was also very fast. After 10 minutes, he sent another video request to play the splicing effect of the two songs to Lu Yuzhou. Lu Yuzhou was amazed when he heard the beginning.

Originally, he just wanted to fill in a short transition between the two pieces, because their styles and moods are quite different. He himself could improvise a piece as a connection during the performance, but the effect is not necessarily good.

Wu Ye simply put the two pieces together in sections. The opening piece was Lin Ling's piece, and then turned into "Chasing the Light". Transition to Lin Ling's song.

It's surprisingly harmonious and pleasant to hear.

Lin Ling was also very surprised after hearing this, and immediately made a decision.

For the last dress rehearsal with makeup, many people surrounded the auditorium. Lu Yuzhou glanced at the backstage. Lao Liu, Lao Zhu, and teachers from various departments all came. There are also many members of the student union in the second-generation circle, including Lan Mao and Liang Dong.

It's just that he didn't see Wu Ye. Lu Yuzhou sent a message asking him to listen to the live version, but he didn't reply.

At this time, the host announced on the stage: "The next program is the piano solo—"Chasing the Light" performer, Lu Yuzhou, a sophomore student from the piano department."

When the word "Zhuguang" sounded around the beams in the concert hall, Lu Yuzhou's heart jumped suddenly, as if he had caught a little bit of the soul of this piece, but he hurried onto the stage without thinking too much.It wasn't until he sat in front of the piano that he took a deep breath, allowing this hard-won inspiration to spread and land on the keys together with the melody in his mind.

"This piece..." Old Zhu frowned, rubbed his chin and listened to it for a long time before he opened his mouth, "It's kind of like Mozart, pure, innocent, and a bit naughty... Oh, it's not easy to play this piece well, Yu I was surprised that the boat bounced like this."

Old Liu looked at the precious student with a smug expression on his face, "What is an accident, Yu Zhou is already very good."

Lao Zhu agreed: "It's not bad, the technique is perfect, and the musical expression is better than most people, but it is short of naturalness, and there is a little something that comes from the heart."

"It happened by chance." Lao Liu didn't argue with him, "He has his own understanding and a unique way of dealing with it, which is commendable. As for the state of mind, you are still young, and the road ahead is long."

Lao Zhu nodded: "Yes."

"This song is not very good, it's not difficult, and it's worth playing at this level?" The second one who handed Wu Ye a cigarette today snorted disdainfully, "How awesome am I? of."

"You know what!" Peng Cheng gave him a look.

One of the two flattered me to make it boring, "cut", and said to Liang Dong: "Brother Dong, I have completed the task, and it is still overfulfilled. I lured Wu Ye to smoke under the surveillance today. Who knew he was cunning?" He refused to smoke, and then guess what, Xiaobao just came, and I immediately acted out a divorce in front of him, saving the time to adjust the video, you didn’t see it, our Xiaobao’s face was green when he came out Yes, there must be a breakup."

Liang Dong just nodded lightly, as if he didn't care about the alienation, "I still have a few good cigarettes, you can get them yourself later."

The second one smiled, "Okay, Brother Dong!"

Liang Dong tapped Peng Cheng's shoulder again, and said like a peacemaker, "Okay, it's just an accompanist. I really want to be famous. There are plenty of connections."

Peng Cheng is not a big-hearted person. When others deliberately take his place, he feels that others are stupid. The more others say that this is not a problem, the more he feels blocked.

"Brother Dong, my temper is not as good as yours. These two people slammed my face again and again, and I must be a grandson if I endure it!"

Liang Dong smiled gently, "Give me some face, don't go too far."

"Wow, this timbre control is so grainy, it's worthy of being a school treasure!" In the corner of the back row near the entrance and exit, a few girls secretly took videos with their mobile phones.

"The song is also very nice, it's written so well and played so well, I didn't know who to kneel to."

"I can't figure out what's going on with the cp feeling?" The girl holding the phone was stunned, "It's as if the composer and the performer are a pair of sympathetic lovers... Ah, wake me up."

"..."

When Wu Ye came in, the performance was reaching a climax, a long vibrato from slow to fast to very fast, the fingers turned into phantoms, like spring water flowing through a mountain stream, the waves stirred up to play with the stones on the shore, watching It seems casual and merciless, but it hits my heart one after another.It is also like a bird flying happily, naughty, light and full of soaring power.

"The vibrato is so difficult. My fingers are not strong enough, and I can't stand at all. I don't know the meaning of children learning the piano. This is a physical job that adults should do!" head.

The little hands are still immature, but they have already seen talent, the joints are clear, and the little finger is different from ordinary people, long and powerful.Probably due to practicing piano diligently, she appears to be more mature than her peers, like the hands of a girl in her early ten years old, extremely delicate.

Xiao Wu also stretched out his own hand for comparison, not to mention shorter than the opponent, there are still four meat pits.If you take people by hand, the child is a princess and fairy, and he is a village idiot.

"It's fine if the child plays the easy piece." He said indifferently.

"No, my mother is very strict. Anyway, sooner or later I have to play it." The child sighed maturely, "I just want to ask if those composers are free, writing these broken pieces to torture future generations, there is no hardest, only harder ,well!"

"After that, I'll write for you, just like Little Xingxing."

"You?" The child looked at him in disbelief, but the child knew how to invest in connections. Although he didn't believe it, he took out a small notebook from his body and handed him a pen. Get your autograph, and you will become a composer in the future, so don’t ignore me if I ask you to write a song.”

"Okay." Xiao Wu also took the pen and paper, and one stroke after another was like a clumsy carving, and wrote two large characters that looked like they had been disassembled and not connected together—Duo Duo. "I'll stamp you again, and you stretch out your right hand."

The child stretched out his right hand, and Xiao Wu also used a pencil to cover a small mole that was not so clear on the mole between his fingers, "Okay, I have already engraved the chapter with internal force, and it's okay to wash it off, I can see it."

"Ah, so amazing?"

The boy on the screen has straight shoulders, and the notes flowing out of his fingertips are round and playful. No matter from which angle he looks at it, he looks like a flowing landscape painting. The mountains are vigorous and the water is soft. He is also cool and soft.

That immature child has broken out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, so he doesn't have to worry about his piano skills anymore. He is capable enough to accept praise from all directions and attract everyone's attention.

"Ah!" The girl who took the video realized that there was a person standing behind her, and she suffocated when she turned her head. She hurriedly stroked her hair, and finally stroked the old oil that hadn't been washed for three days. She really didn't want to live, "Why didn't you Sound?"

"Senior plays so well, if you make a sound, it will ruin the atmosphere." Wu Ye sat behind them, squinting at the stage, "I forgot to wear glasses, I can see clearly through the lens of my senior."

"Did you hear that?" The greasy-haired girl was suddenly excited, typing on her mobile phone tremblingly, "Student Wu Ye is really short-sighted, I have to inform everyone, you bet that you are handsome, and I will punish you."

Wu Ye: "..."

"Ah, how can you be short-sighted when you're such a handsome guy?" The girl who lost the bet didn't want to accept the cruel reality of losing money, "Pseudo-myopia doesn't count."

Wu Ye held up the WeChat QR code and scanned it for them, "I'll pay the bet."

The girl who won was instantly displeased, "I knew I lost too, can I scan the QR code and transfer the winning money to you if I have won?"

Wu also laughed, "Senior sister is really good at it."

After Lin Ling sang the first stanza, Lu Yuzhou finished his accompaniment. Then he relaxed and looked towards the audience. He caught a glimpse of a certain junior talking and laughing with a group of girls, and he was speechless.

Obviously you can rely on your talent to make a fool of yourself, but you have to sell your looks.

Backstage after the rehearsal, Lao Liu and several teachers praised Lu Yuzhou greatly.

Old Liu: "Yu Zhou, it's not bad, it's much better than before."

Old Zhu: "Xiao Lu made me look different again, proving that the summer vacation was not wasted."

A teacher of the vocal and singing department: "Looking at other outstanding students is self-consciousness. My brat won't be able to sit still even with money."

Lu Yuzhou was so embarrassed by the praise that he didn't know how to answer it. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wu Ye who came backstage, and immediately changed the subject, "The main reason is that the music is well written."

"Senior is too modest." Wu also came over and started blowing rainbow farts to each other, "Senior's piano skills must be superb."

Lu Yuzhou: "..."

"Hey, it's just in time for Wu Ye to come." Lao Zhu was very happy when he saw the number one baby of the year. He pointed to Wu Ye and said to Lu Yuzhou, "I see a lot of cooperation between you two this time. Do a good job tomorrow night and try to get both of you together." Go play in Paris!"

Wu also nodded: "Follow the footsteps of the senior."

Lu Yuzhou: "..."

This little mouth is really sweet.

When the teachers had to leave, the two looked up at each other at the same time, and said in unison:

"The primary school principal played better than I expected."

"Your songwriting is good."

Both were taken aback, and laughed at the same time.

After some embarrassing commercial bragging just now, even if they sincerely complimented each other now, there is a greasy feeling of mutual praise.

Lu Yuzhou leaned against the corridor wall and laughed, feeling that the misunderstanding between the two of them seemed to be a silly laugh.

Theoretically speaking, he thought it was impossible for the two of them to be together in this life, even if there were no misunderstandings, but because of this song, he felt that Wu had begun to have an appetite for him, and even gained some appreciation.

Music is often a reflection of the author's heart. In a sense, the process of the performer's performance is equivalent to slowly entering the composer's inner world.Lu Yuzhou didn't dare to say that he walked in, he could only peep into a corner of the other party's heart, and concluded that this classmate's heart was far purer than his "slick" appearance.

"What do you mean by imagination?" Lu Yuzhou seized the loophole, feeling that the other party regarded him as a club that earned his reputation.

Wu Ye smiled, "No, it's just that the vibrato is quite difficult. Anyway, I can't play it. I didn't expect the senior to play it amazingly."

Lu Yuzhou wondered whether it was true that he couldn't play it or was he being modest, "Can't those of you who write the music judge others by yourself? That part made me really hard."

"If you were my senior, the song would be at the level of a little star."

Lu Yuzhou was startled, and looked up at him.The lights in the backstage corridor were not very bright, a beam of yellow shone on the other person's face, and a little starlight secretly shone under the light eyelids, complementing each other, as if there was a pearl hidden in the eye and he didn't want to be seen by others.

"Squint eyes, but very bright." He remembered describing a little fat man like this, "You are so fat that you have lost your eyes. I think you are called Duoduo almost, you should be called Suorou."

The succulent man is owed, and he ran the train with his mouth full, saying that he would write simple piano music for him in the future, like Little Xingxing, but it didn't take long for him to fart, and he also evaporated like a fart.

Lu Yuzhou stroked the little mole on his ring finger. If it wasn't for Wu Ye and Si Suo Suo, who looked like two species, he would have suspected that the old fart in another land, that little bastard would come back to look for it again.

The author has something to say: The relevant professional parts are all nonsense, please ask professionals to include them.