You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 377 His era is kicking off

  The window opened slowly.

   In the huge concert hall.

   One after another dawn came in, dispelling the darkness in the concert hall.

  Aunt Sweeper walked in with a mop, but was kicked out again.

   She took a mop and glanced at the hall curiously, only to feel that the atmosphere of the concert hall was very strange.

   All of them are clearly alive, but like wax figures from a horror movie, they are staring in the same direction.

  Tong Yuan sat quietly.

After the    performance, she naturally felt tired after staying up all night. Even when the dawn came into the concert hall, she felt dazzling and even couldn't open her eyes. The young teachers behind her were similar to her.

   Some dozed off, some were in a trance, and some felt depressing to stay here...

After   An Xiao stayed for a while, the phone vibrated, and when she answered the phone, she turned around and walked out.

   "The 07 edition of the teaching materials has been reviewed and approved, and the two texts "Golden Hook" and "Monument" have been confirmed, and these two texts have been included in the required reading and test links..."

   "Okay, will it be implemented on September 1st?"

"Yes."

   On the other end of the phone.

   She heard an excited voice on the other end of the phone.

   After hearing this voice, a rare smile appeared on her face, who had always been relatively cold.

The   07 version of the language teaching material has deleted some fictional content that has nothing to do with history, such as "President's Cherry Tree" and "Tom Saves Mom".

   In addition to deleting these fictitious content, some texts that are suspected to be biased towards children's values ​​have been deleted uniformly, and patriotic articles such as "Golden Hook" and "Monument" have been added.

   Of course, although these changes seem simple, they are actually under a lot of pressure, after repeated reviews and repeated meetings to confirm the changes.

  The individual leaders of the relevant departments still have objections to this, and even the personal relationship between An Xiao and Zhou Yang was a yin and yang peculiarity behind it, and they felt that this was opening a back door and reached out to their department.

  An Xiao naturally heard it.

   But he didn't explain, and he didn't get angry.

   Even though she has a very good personal relationship with Zhou Yang and has a vague relationship above her friends, she has a clear conscience in every step she takes and everything she does.

   "Finally a step forward!"

   The other end of the phone sighed with emotion, as if a difficult battle had finally been won, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

   is just the beginning, there is still a lot to do

After    hung up the phone, An Xiao looked at Chaoyang in the distance, reminding herself in her heart.

   Just when she was about to walk back to the concert hall to see how Zhou Yang was doing, her phone vibrated again.

   The person just now turned on the phone again.

   "The new edition of the textbook "Music for Elementary Schools" just happens to have a new edition. Why don't you take advantage of this time to include the song "My Motherland"..."

   The other party proposes.

   "You draw up a report, I'll try to talk to you about it..."

"it is good!"

  …………………………

   Zhou Yang never thought that his brain cells could be so excited.

   As if the flood was flooding all over the body, it was endless and out of control.

   or sadness, or a long cry, or a call from ancient times, in a dense jungle.

  These emotions and feelings, Zhou Yang replaced with musical notes, turned into a short melody, and then perfectly integrated into it under the rendering of the main melody of "The Last of the Mohicans".

   He began to have a deeper understanding of music, but this understanding can only be understood, not in words.

   One hand is writing the score, the other hand is playing the melody, and time passes by without knowing it.

   After I don't know how long, he finally wrote the whole "The Last of the Mohicans" to the end. After writing, he put down his pen and looked at the complete score.

   No joy, no excitement, his emotions are still immersed in the impact of this song on him for a long time, unable to extricate himself.

"This should be!"

   After reading the score over and over again, and his mood finally returned to normal, he nodded.

  He looked up.

   Then...

   found surrounded by people.

  Song Yiyi looked at him excitedly, and the hand holding the Gana flute was shaking slightly.

"Let me see……"

   As soon as she finished saying these words, she found that another figure rushed over to Zhou Yang faster than her.

  John Williams held the sheet music, flushed with excitement, opened his mouth, obviously wanted to say something, but when the words reached his mouth, it seemed as if his throat was blocked by some foreign object, and he couldn't say anything.

   He stared at the score, watching it over and over again, the light in his eyes was getting brighter and hotter.

   "Yes, yes, yes! This is it, this is it!"

   in the concert hall.

   He was finally out of breath, as if he had encountered something handed down, and as if he was witnessing something, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

   He gave Zhou Yang a fierce hug. At this moment, he seemed to no longer complain about God's unfairness, and even lost the mind to compare with Zhou Yang.

   "Blow it! Teacher Song, how about..."

   Zhou Yang was held breathless, but his expression was unprecedentedly calm, as if this was not a big deal.

   Of course, there was a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and he couldn't even believe it.

   He actually relied on the vague impressions in his mind, as well as paragraphs of melody and his emotions immersed in the music, to completely complete the entire "The Last of the Mohicans"!

   After a short period of excitement, he looked at Song Yiyi again.

"it is good!"

  Song Yiyi nodded excitedly, looked at the contents of the score, then took the gaena flute, and after brewing for a long time, finally played the melody of "The Last of the Mohicans".

   Zhou Yang's fingers tapped the armrest of the chair again, and each note seemed to be embodied in front of his eyes.

   Some of the famous musicians present were drowsy when they heard a desolate sound, and they woke up instantly.

   Then he looked at Song Yiyi who was playing not far away.

   Listening and listening, for some reason, their noses were a little sore, and there was a feeling of tears.

   They heard a call from a distant shore, over and over again.

  Vaguely, they saw a story, witnessing the birth, rise, and decline of civilizations one by one, and they were buried by the yellow sand, which became a very brief sentence in the history book.

   This song is very heavy, making their already tired spirits even more depressed...

   Suona master Tong Yuan was shocked beyond measure.

   Looking at Zhou Yang, who was shrouded in light, he seemed to see an incredible rise in a trance.

   He is so young and so talented, his future...

  Tong Yuan shook his head.

   She couldn't imagine how far Zhou Yang's future would go, and even she had the illusion that this guy might become a world music master.

   She shook her head again.

Just at this time……

   "Hey, hey, hey..."

   She heard the melody of the gaina, Zhou Yang seemed to be imitating something, and suddenly chanted a tune in a low voice with a strange voice.

In the tune of   , she vaguely saw the history that was buried by the wind and sand being rendered out by the music.

After    Zhou Yang chanted in a low voice, he sat back in his seat.

  John Williams clenched his fists, and the excitement in his heart gradually disappeared with the melody.

   A song that elevates a person, especially someone like John Williams, is an absolute nonsense.

   But John Williams fell into a kind of reflection. He looked at Zhou Yang and always felt that Zhou Yang was expressing something with music.

   "The Last of the Mohicans"...

  Thinking of the **** and barbaric history of the old beauty, my heart suddenly became mixed.

  Civilization and freedom, peace and beacons are just a way to cover up looting…

   Zhou Yang used music to tear apart all civilizations, and in the end, only mourning and bones were left.

   A song is over.

  John Williams was disappointed.

  Song Yiyi lowered her head and returned the score to Zhou Yang.

   It's just that the beautiful eyes were rippling, and there was a hint of infatuation in her eyes, but it disappeared quickly in the end.

  The hall became silent.

   Everyone looked at Zhou Yang.

   "Zhou Yang...I, are you okay?"

"no problem."

   "Oh, I'm a little tired, first, go back and have a rest?"

"it is good."

   The one who broke the silence was Song Yiyi. She looked at Zhou Yang and tried to keep herself calm.

   "This song is so good! Zhou Yang, you are amazing!"

When she saw the other party nod, she felt a little disappointed in her heart for no reason, but she put away the gaena flute and praised Zhou Yang deeply, as if she felt that there was something missing, and suddenly added it with a smile One sentence: "Of course, I also have a lot of credit. After all, I don't know how many times I have blown for you... When you are busy, you must have a good meal! Haha."

   "No problem, Teacher Song!"

  Song Yiyi's smile was like a silver bell, which was very sweet. After greeting everyone in the concert hall, Song Yiyi finally turned around and left with a smile on her face.

   She walked outside and was lit by the sun...

   Originally, his smile suddenly became stiff, then he sat down in the car and lowered his head.

   "Miss Song, are you okay?"

   The driver saw Song Yiyi's abnormality and asked it thoughtfully.

   But Song Yiyi did not respond for a long time.

  There are many good things in this world, and there are also many good people who make people look forward to...

   But inevitably there will always be a little regret...

   The car started.

  Song Yiyi looked up at the music hall that was getting farther and farther out of the car window. When it was finally blurred to the point that she couldn't see clearly, she smiled again.

   His era is beginning!

   As his friend, she should be happy for him.

   The higher he stands and the farther he walks, the more he should be happy for him.

   His efforts are worthy of applause.

but……

   He seems to be no longer the young man who blushed when he said a few words in front of him, and faltered when he was teased a few words...

   Already, not anymore...

   There is only one update today, the plot is not easy to write~

   (end of this chapter)