Campus Hongwen Road.

When the station sign was off, the boys waiting for the bus were looking at Lin Zhiling because the teacher's figure was so attractive that some people couldn't help but want to chat with him.

"Wang Yue, I'm here!" Lin Zhiling suddenly smiled and waved his hand. The baby voice blurted out, and instantly a large piece of it was poured out.

Wang Yuexiao jogged over and apologized: "Teacher Zhiling, I have made you wait for a long time."

A school car stopped, and Lin Zhiling took Wang Yue's hand and ran away: "Get on the bus quickly. The recording studio is very busy. I ordered it for you at seven o'clock, and it's too late."

The two got in the car and left, and the students who stayed there whispered:

"Which girl is from? The voice is going to be irritating."

"The English teacher in the next class seems to be Lin's surname. I've seen him several times."

"Beautiful teacher, was her boyfriend just now?"

"I don't know. I heard him shouting 'Teacher Zhiling', he should be a student."

"I'll go, that guy has a good method and actually got the teacher."

“…”

Just as other students were discussing Wang Yue's great achievements, he was sitting in the car to enjoy the campus scenery.

In another time and space, there are many popular tourist spots in Taiping Mountain, and cable cars are specially built for tourists to go up and down the mountain.

Today, most of the mountain areas have been developed on the Jishi University campus, but the greening is done well and the scenery is still picturesque.

The school bus stopped and drove for about 20 minutes, and finally arrived at the music department. It was obviously more pleasing to the eye than the computer department. You can see handsome men and beautiful girls everywhere, and the proportion of girls is particularly high.

Wang Yue even found that two big beauties were not inferior to Sister Zhiling in terms of beauty, and they were obviously at the school beauties level.

"What, I'm dazzled?" Lin Zhiling teased.

If it were an ordinary young boy, he would definitely be embarrassed at this moment, but Wang Yue said frankly: "I stayed in a monk temple like the computer department all day long, so I naturally have to take a few more glances when I got here."

Lin Zhiling pursed her lips and said, "I'm quite thick-skinned."

Wang Yue sighed and said, "Oh, this man just can't tell the truth."

"You are still poor, leave!" Lin Zhiling smiled and patted Wang Yue's vest and pushed him forward.

This action is a bit intimate, and it looks like a young couple flirting.

The music department has two recording studios, both of which belong to the school industry, and the people who usually supervise the studio are also music majors who work part-time and study.

Zhang Hua is a junior student, from Liaoshen. His studies are not tight, so he basically stays in the recording studio.

"Ah, it's finally done," Peng Yusheng took off his headphones and stretched, patted Zhang Hua's shoulder and said, "Huazi, go for dinner, my stomach is hungry."

Zhang Hua leaned against the chair and rubbed his face and said, "I won't go. Someone will come to record the song at seven o'clock. Remember to bring me some food back. The roast duck in Canteen Six tastes good."

"Then I'll leave." Peng Yusheng kicked his legs and moved his body, walked out of the recording studio door, and happened to meet a man and a woman coming over.

Wang Yue asked: "Student, is this No. 2 recording studio?"

"Yes." Peng Yusheng nodded, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Lin Zhiling. Even in the music department where beauties are everywhere, Sister Zhiling's figure and appearance are among the best.

Is it a new student this year? The quality is very high.

Peng Yusheng shook his head, shook off the unrealistic ideas in his mind, and trotted to the cafeteria.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Lin Zhiling took the initiative to knock on the door and asked in a quiet voice: "Can we come in?"

Beauty!

Zhang Hua was shocked and quickly got up and opened the door. He was playing music and was very sensitive to sounds. When he heard Lin Zhiling's baby sound, his brain automatically outlined the image of a beautiful woman.

Sure enough, a beautiful girl stood outside the door, and Zhang Hua said enthusiastically: "Good beauty, are you going to record a song?"

Lin Zhiling said with a smile: "You must call the teacher, it's very impolite for you to do this."

teacher?

It is necessary to respect teachers and respect the truth, and Zhang Hua did not dare to act rashly anymore and quickly said, "Hello, teacher."

Lin Zhiling, like Liu Laolao, walked into the Grand View Garden, went in to take a closer look, and said, "This is the recording studio, it looks quite professional."

After hearing this, Zhang Hua realized that she was not a teacher from the department. She couldn't help asking: "Where is the teacher attending class?"

"Don't ask too much, little boy." Lin Zhiling gave a soft lesson, turned around and said to Wang Yue, "Come in quickly, I want to listen to your song."

Wang Yue walked to Zhang Hua and reached out and said, "Hello, my name is Wang Yue. Today I want to record two songs. Why do you charge here?"

"Hello," Zhang Hua said after shook hands with him, "Two hundred per hour, there is an additional fee for arrangement. Do you need to record accompaniment?"

"No, just record samples," Wang Yue asked, "Do you have an electric guitar here?"

Zhang Hua nodded and said, "Yes, it's free to use."

Wang Yue walked into the recording studio and picked up an electric guitar to try the tone. He couldn't help but like it. Not to mention anything else, this guitar is a high-end product. There are other equipment in the recording studio, all of which are professional-level, and the charge is extremely expensive to place outside the school, and it is absolutely worth 200 yuan per hour.

There are not many students in the music department, and Zhang Hua basically knows them all. Even if he can't name them, he can still be familiar with them. But he has never seen Wang Yue before, and he guessed in his heart that this is probably the freshman this year.

Haha, just a few days after school started, freshmen came to record songs, and Zhang Hua wanted to see how good the freshmen were.

Wang Yue walked to the microphone with an electric guitar in his arms, put on his headphones and tried the microphone, then nodded to Zhang Hua outside, signaling that he was ready.

Zhang Hua asked, "Do you want to try it?"

"Yeah, try singing." Wang Yue said and swept the strings.

Lin Zhiling stood behind Zhang Hua and said strangely: "Why can't I hear the sound?"

Such a novice question is obviously an outsider who knows nothing. Zhang Hua responded and said, "Oh, I didn't open the door, you can wait a moment."

“I am as free as the wind

Just like your tenderness cannot be preserved

You push away my outstretched hands

You go, better not to look back

Endless craving for freedom

All the vicissitudes alone

…”

Zhang Hua was recording with the mentality of watching jokes, but when Wang Yue played the prelude, he had to look at it in front of it. Especially after Wang Yue sang the lyrics, Zhang Hua muttered in surprise: "It's a great new song, this guy is so awesome!"

In terms of singing skills, Wang Yue is only of the middle level in the vocal class, but the melody and lyrics of that song caught Zhang Hua's ears in an instant.

What is freedom?

Everyone has their own answer in their hearts.

Wang Yue's singing was unruly, but it was also full of childlike innocence. The persistence of not neglecting obstacles and putting aside everything forward was like a sledgehammer, hitting Zhang Hua hard in the heart.

I am as free as the wind!

Yes, youth should be as free as the wind!

Zhang Hua couldn't help but remember three years ago, he skipped classes and came to Hong Kong from Northeast China without telling his family, just to take the art exam at Jishi University. His father was furious and tore his admission letter to pieces. He beat and scolded him, silently picked up the paper scraps all over the floor, and stuck them together in tears in the middle of the night.

My father asked him to be a lawyer, but he just wanted to play music for the rest of his life.

He was as free as the wind, and his parents and family could not restrain him. He only called his family once for more than two years, and even made up his mind to go back during the Chinese New Year.

But can he really let go of his elderly parents?

The mother's sobs on the phone were like a knife, splitting his heart in an instant.

This song seems to be singing love and singing freedom, but when it comes to Zhang Hua's ears, the song is clearly painful and resolute.

Freedom comes at a price.

Especially when singing the b section, Wang Yue was almost like a wounded beast, roaring there. The debauchery was gone, leaving only pain and wind-like freedom.

"Huh!" After Wang Yue finished singing, Zhang Hua breathed a long sigh of relief, trying to vomit out all the depression in his chest.

Wang Yue said to Zhang Hua through the glass: "Let's start recording officially."

Zhang Hua suddenly wanted to make friends with Wang Yue, and he asked, "Brother, are you from the composition class or the vocal class?"

Wang Yue replied: "I am from the computer class."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Hua was surprised and spoke with a big slight scent. He thought he had heard it wrong.

"Computer class." Wang Yue repeated.

, computer class...
Chapter completed!