Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Feng Pei said with a smile: "This teaching building was built ten years ago. There were more students at that time, but now more and more students go to the county to study, so many classrooms are empty. I have no choice but to still study here. Many of them have their parents working and their grandparents taking care of them, and those with certain financial means transfer to the county town to go to school. After all, the teaching quality there is high, the teachers are well-equipped, and at least someone can take music classes."

"No way? You don't have music classes?" Du Hui was surprised when he heard this.

"Last year I was allocated a job, but he left after not staying long. The conditions were not good, the salary was not high, and there was no room for advancement. How do you think we can keep him?" At the end, Feng Pei also sighed.

"Feng Pei, can you teach me a lesson?" Zhang Yang joked.

"I can't take all the music classes in all classes by myself, right? After all, the principal has a lot of chores."

This is true.

A few people walked and chatted until they came to the playground behind the school. It was quite large, and the middle part was even covered with plastic. There are basketball courts and football fields, and there is also a podium at the front.

"Feng Pei, your school's hardware facilities are pretty good," Yu Dongqing said.

"In recent years, the state has invested a lot in rural education and made great efforts to improve facilities, but the problem is that there are no students left," Feng Pei sighed.

On the rostrum, two teachers were setting up ladders to remove the banners hanging in front of the rostrum, and several students were helping.

"An event was just held?" Liu Yimin asked casually.

"Hi County organized an event and invited several well-known folk singers in our city to carry out folk songs on campus. It was originally our school's turn tomorrow, but the weather was too cold and it was canceled." Feng Pei explained.

Oh I got it.

Zhang Yang suddenly thought of something: "Brother, I have a good idea. Anyway, I can't go around today. How about we hold a performance in this school? Actively activate the literary and artistic life on campus!"

Zhang Yang was just talking, but Feng Pei actually agreed.

"Okay, there are no cultural activities in the school. Without teachers, nothing can be done. Tomorrow is the weekend, and they won't come to do it for you!!"

Of course, no one has any objections. Since everyone is free, it makes sense to give a free performance to the children.

The car has all the musical instruments, all it needs is a stage and a microphone and announcer.

Du Hui thought more, and asked, "Feng Pei, it doesn't matter if we sing, but if you let the band enter the campus, why don't you report it to the county culture and education bureau?"

"Report? Forget it? I'm worried about this report. Aren't you going to pose a problem to the leader? Approval? Are you worried about safety? Will something happen? Don't approve it? This can also be regarded as active campus life, right?

So, it’s best not to say anything at all. "

"Haha. Sure enough, he is still a member of the system and understands its essence." Everyone laughed after hearing this.

With goals in mind, everyone gets busy.

At noon, we returned to Feng Pei's house for lunch. Yu Dongqing and the four of them discussed the songs to be performed tomorrow. Feng Pei went to the school to hold a short meeting of school leaders and expressed his thoughts.

The team members were stunned after hearing this.

The folk singers didn't come, but a folk singer came instead?

The band is the famous Qingmanglu, not some Pheasant band, and they are classmates of the principal. This must be a very serious background.

But, will the County Bureau of Culture and Education agree?

What should I do if there is an accident?

But seeing Feng Pei's persistent look, everyone didn't say much.

Anyway, if something happens, just take care of it.

Of course there is a problem. It turns out that when folk songs were introduced to campus activities, the singers brought their own audio amplifiers, but the Qingmanglu Band had just come from Yinchuan and had instruments but no audio amplifiers!

"Just use our school's own!" Feng Pei made a decision immediately.

"Principal Feng, the stuff in our school is all old-fashioned and the sound quality is poor. Is it okay? They are all professionals!" asked the office director.

Feng Pei thought for a moment after hearing this: "I'll call and ask."

Feng Pei left the office and called Yu Dongqing to explain the situation. Yu Dongqing smiled and said it didn't matter. As long as the students liked it, everyone would be happy.

"I think the audio amplifiers we used in school were also junk. Didn't everyone still enjoy listening to them?" Yu Dongqing replied.

"Okay, let's get ready!"

Feng Pei organized people at the school to set up the venue. Of course Yu Dongqing and the others would not be idle. Although it was just a performance for students, they had to prepare well.

First, they selected songs and then rehearsed. The venue was the yard of Feng Pei’s house. The four of them took the music out of the car and started practicing in the yard.

Although the weather was a bit cold, everyone rehearsed very seriously. The musical instruments and singing soon attracted the children in the village, who came to watch the fun.

In the end, even the old men and women who smoked pots and visited the house were attracted and stood at the edge of the yard and on top of the cave dwellings to watch, as if they were going to a market.

So fresh.

Such foreign-style things that I usually only see on TV now actually appear in front of my eyes.

In the evening, Yu Dongqing and the others had finished rehearsing, and Feng Pei also came back from school. Everyone was packing their instruments and preparing to rest, but a group of children gathered outside and still refused to leave.

"Uncle, can I touch the piano?" A chubby little boy looked at Yu Dongqing.

Before Yu Dongqing could say anything, Feng Pei quickly said: "Xiaohu, stop messing around and go home!"

He knew that Yu Dongqing's guitar looked ugly, but it was a high-end guitar worth hundreds of thousands.

However, Yu Dongqing didn't say much and handed the guitar to him with a smile. The little boy held the guitar carefully and fiddled with the strings twice with his little hands. When the strings made a "bounce" sound, the little boy smiled happily. .

With the little boy taking the lead, other children also plucked up the courage to play. Zhang Yang and the others also tried their best to satisfy themselves. Liu Yimin also enthusiastically taught a little boy to play the drums.

"Yes, type this first. Then type this again. Pay attention to the rhythm."

The little boy actually followed Liu Yimin and learned in style.

Ah?

It's quite rhythmic.

Later I found out that this little boy followed his grandfather to play the frontier drum.

They played until after eight o'clock in the evening, when they were having dinner in the countryside, the group of children dispersed.

"Children, go to school tomorrow to support us." Zhang Yang greeted with a smile before leaving.

"Okay, uncle." The children said in unison.

After the children left, Yu Dongqing and the others packed up their instruments and went back to the cave dwelling to eat. Feng Pei said to them with a smile, "I was really nervous just now, worried that the children would break your precious gadas."

"This thing isn't that delicate." Yu Dongqing said with a smile: "Besides, musical instruments are for playing. Even though these kids are young, there may be musicians among them in the future."

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