Zhou Xiaoyun’s Happy Life

Chapter 52 "June 1st" Festival Performance (1)

 After five days of harvesting, all the wheat was finally harvested. Zhao Gang had a sumptuous dinner at his sister's house and went home drunk.

 Zhou Guoqiang and Zhao Yuzhen's affairs are not over yet after they have been busy for several days. There is still a lot to do next, including removing wheat grains, drying them, loading them, and stocking up wheat straws. However, these can be done slowly and in a hurry, unlike harvesting wheat.

 During the wheat harvest period, the pork business was better than usual. Zhou Guoqiang was so happy after settling the accounts that he and Zhao Yuzhen planned to collect two more pigs and put them at home.

Zhou Xiaoyun and Dabao each brought a basket of wheat grains when they went to school. It is estimated that Principal Qiao collected so much wheat and sold it to improve the office conditions of the teachers.

Everything in life is moving forward in an orderly manner. More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Children’s Day is approaching.

This time of year is when Principal Qiao is worried: the county education bureau always holds a cultural performance at this time. How can any child in a rural school like this be able to perform well? The year before last, I found a child to sing revolutionary songs, but they were just unsatisfactory. Last year we barely managed a dance, and the school even paid for it to make a suit for the child. Unfortunately, it was really shabby compared with the various programs offered by schools in the city. What should we do this year?

When Fang Wenchao came to Principal Qiao and told him that he was going to let Zhou Xiaoyun attend the art performance, Principal Qiao was so happy that he slapped his thigh. First, he detailed the embarrassment that the school faced with the June 1st performance in previous years, and then he praised the young Fang Wenchao endlessly. He said that "a keen eye recognizes talents" and "famous teachers make great disciples." A lot of praise and flattery were poured out on Fang Wenchao. go.

Fang Wenchao, who had just graduated less than two years ago, had never seen this battle before. He had already been photographed dizzy by the "scheming" and "sly" Principal Qiao. Immediately, I patted my chest and promised that I would take Zhou Xiaoyun to the county town to participate in the performance and come back with a prize.

Young people are passionate about work. Principal Qiao looked at Fang Wenchao's back and grinned from ear to ear. However, I slapped my thigh too hard just now. It hurt!

 A handful of old bones were almost scattered, all due to my own excitement. There were probably five fingerprints on them.

After leaving the principal's office, Fang Wenchao's feverish mind calmed down a little, and he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have promised something that was difficult to do.

Must you win an award at the art performance of the county’s primary schools? How can I get a guaranteed ticket here?

There are at least twenty or thirty primary schools in the county, and one program per school is a lot. It was true that there were first, second and third prizes at that time, but the total number of prizes never exceeded half. The first and second prizes were basically taken by the county primary schools, and the third prize was not an easy thing!

Of course Fang Wenchao thinks Zhou Xiaoyun is good, otherwise he wouldn’t have volunteered. But after all, he was still a rookie not long after graduation and had never seen anything like this before. I couldn't figure out the performance level of each school for a while. If Zhou Xiaoyun returned without success, how would he explain it to the principal who was full of expectations?

 After thinking about it for a long time, Fang Wenchao went to find Zhou Xiaoyun and told her that he would participate in the county competition in three days and must come back with a prize. In any case, things have reached this point, and there is no reason to go back but to move forward. We can only do our best.

Zhou Xiaoyun was a little dumbfounded when she heard what Fang Wenchao said. She didn't expect this matter to be so cautious.

 Speaking of it, she had never participated in any literary and artistic activities in her previous life and had no experience to draw from. She had been practicing harmonica for more than half a year, and she felt that she was good at playing the harmonica, but her goal of "definitely winning a prize" was too high. If he failed to perform well and failed, wouldn't he have failed Fang Wenchao, who had been cultivating him so hard, and Principal Qiao, who had been looking forward to it so much?

Zhou Xiaoyun, who had never taken this matter seriously, was a little panicked at this time: "Teacher Fang, I can't guarantee that I will win the prize. There must be many good programs in schools in the city, I..."

Fang Wenchao, who had no confidence in his heart, now acted very confident in front of Zhou Xiaoyun, and had to give Zhou Xiaoyun encouragement no matter what:

"Don't worry, Zhou Xiaoyun, you have practiced so hard and hard and you can play so well. You have to have confidence in yourself. I tell you the truth, you are much more talented at learning musical instruments than I am. I learned the harmonica when I was ten years old. After two years, it’s still about the same level as you are now. Besides, we won’t compete with them in the county schools. There are so many rural schools that are not necessarily better than us. I believe you will be bold enough to go there. Have confidence in you."

As he spoke, Fang Wenchao began to calm down. No matter how sensible Zhou Xiaoyun is, he is still just a seven-year-old child over 1.2 meters tall. At this time, he has to show confidence in front of her. If he was already in disarray, Zhou Xiaoyun wouldn't be even more panicked.

 After listening to Fang Wenchao's words of encouragement, Zhou Xiaoyun felt a little relieved, thinking that after practicing hard for so long, he would only know whether it was a mule or a horse that had to be pulled out for a run. What's there to be afraid of? You've already lived one more time. Are you still afraid of such "little things"?

 After mentally building herself up, Zhou Xiaoyun practiced under Fang Wenchao's guidance for a while, and then let her go home when it was almost dark.

Before leaving, Fang Wenchao suddenly remembered something, grabbed Zhou Xiaoyun and asked her to dress better on the day before leaving. He was embarrassed to say that Zhou Xiaoyun was wearing old clothes that were too big, and it was too shabby to dress like this.

Zhou Xiaoyun's eyes were instantly exposed. A glance at the flowered gown and black pants he was wearing was indeed too "simple". These clothes were fine for school and at home, but it would be too unseemly to wear them when going out to perform. At least I need to wear some nice new clothes!

It seems that I have to go home and discuss it with my mother today. Zhou Xiaoyun walked home while thinking about how to tell his parents.

 (End of this chapter)