Rays of dawn shone in, dispelling the darkness in the concert hall.
Not long after the sweeping lady walked in with a mop, she was kicked out again.
She took a mop and glanced curiously at the hall, only to find that the atmosphere in the concert hall was extremely strange.
Everyone is obviously alive, but like wax figures in horror movies, they are staring in the same direction motionless.
Tong Yuan sat quietly.
After staying up all night after the performance, she naturally felt tired. Even when the dawn light entered the concert hall, she felt dazzling and even couldn't open her eyes. Several young teachers behind her were similar to her.
Some dozed off, some were in a trance, and some found it quite depressing to stay here...
After An Xiao stayed for a moment, her phone vibrated. After answering the call, she turned around and walked out.
"The 2007 edition of the textbook has been reviewed and approved, and the two texts "Golden Fishhook" and "Monument" have been confirmed, and these two texts have been included in the must-read and must-take exams..."
"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, which had always been relatively cold.
The 2007 version of the Chinese textbook has deleted some fictional content that has nothing to do with history, such as "The President's Cherry Tree" and "Tom Saves Mom."
In addition to deleting these fictional contents, some texts that were suspected of biasing children's values were also deleted, and patriotic articles such as "The Golden Fish Hook" and "Monument" were added.
Of course, although these changes may seem simple, they actually come under great pressure and require repeated reviews and meetings before the changes are confirmed.
Some leaders of relevant departments still held objections to this, and even had some shady opinions about the personal relationship between An Xiao and Zhou Yang, feeling that this was opening a back door and reaching out to their departments.
An Xiao naturally heard it.
But there was no explanation, let alone anger.
Even though she had a good personal relationship with Zhou Yang, a vague relationship above friends, she had a clear conscience in every step she took and everything she did.
"Finally a step forward!"
There was a burst of emotion on the other end of the phone, as if a difficult battle had finally been won, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
It’s just the beginning, there’s still a lot to do
After hanging up the phone, An Xiao looked at the rising sun 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 version of the "Primary School Music" textbook is about to be revised. How about taking advantage of this time to include the song "My Motherland"..."
The other party suggested.
"You prepare a report, and I'll find a way to talk to the boss..."
"good!"
………………………
Zhou Yang never thought that his brain cells could be so excited.
It was as if a flood was surging all around, surging incessantly and getting out of control.
Either sad, or shouting, or calling from ancient times, in the dense jungle.
Zhou Yang replaced these emotions and feelings with musical notes and turned them into short melodies, which were then perfectly integrated with the main melody of "The Last of the Mohicans".
He began to have a deeper understanding of music, but this understanding could only be understood, not expressed.
One hand was writing the score, the other hand was playing the melody, and time passed by unconsciously.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally wrote the entire song "The Last of the Mohicans" to the end. After finishing writing, he put down his pen and looked at the complete score.
There was no happiness or excitement. He was still immersed in the impact of this piece of music and could not extricate himself for a long time.
"This should be!"
After reading the score over and over again, and finally his mood returned to normal, he nodded.
He raised his head.
Then...
I found that there were people around.
Song Yiyi looked at him excitedly, her hand holding the genna flute shaking slightly.
"Let me see……"
As soon as she finished saying this, she found another figure rushing over faster than her and coming to Zhou Yang's side.
John Williams held the sheet of music, his face flushed with excitement, and he opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, it was as if his throat was blocked by some foreign object, and he couldn't say anything.
He stared at the music score over and over again, the light in his eyes getting brighter and hotter.
"Yes, yes, yes! This is it, this is it!"
In the concert hall.
He finally breathed heavily, as if he had encountered something handed down from the past, 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 have stopped complaining about God's unfairness, and had even lost the thought of comparing himself with Zhou Yang.
"Let's give it a try! Teacher Song, how about..."
Zhou Yang was hugged so hard that he couldn't breathe, but his expression was unprecedentedly calm, as if this was nothing serious.
Of course, he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and even he vaguely couldn't believe it.
He actually completed the entire song "The Last of the Mohicans" relying on the vague impressions in his mind, the melodies and his own emotions immersed in the music!
After a brief excitement, he looked at Song Yiyi again.
"good!"
Song Yiyi nodded excitedly, looked at the content on the music score, then took the Gaynor, and after pondering for a long time, she 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 heard a desolate sound while they were drowsy, and they woke up instantly.
Then he looked at Song Yiyi, who was playing not far away.
As they listened, their noses felt a little sour for some reason, and they felt like they were crying.
They heard a call from the far shore, over and over again.
Vaguely, they saw a story, witnessing the birth, rise, and decline of civilizations, and being buried in the sand, which became a very brief sentence in the history books.
This piece of music is very heavy, making their already tired spirits even more depressed...
Suona master Tong Yuan was extremely shocked.
Looking at Zhou Yang shrouded in light, he seemed to be witnessing an incredible rise.
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 she even had the illusion that this guy might become a world music master.
She shook her head again.
Just at this time……
"Hey, eh, eh..."
She heard that Zhou Yang seemed to be imitating something in the melody of the genna flute, and suddenly sang a tune in a low voice with a strange voice.
In the melody, she vaguely saw the sections of history buried by the wind and sand being exaggerated by the music.
After Zhou Yang sang in a low voice, he sat back down.
John Williams clenched his fists, and the excitement in his heart gradually disappeared with the melody.
It's absolutely nonsense that a song can elevate a person, especially a person like John Williams.
But John Williams fell into a kind of reflection. He looked at Zhou Yang and always felt that Zhou Yang was expressing something through music.
"The Last of the Mohicans"...
Thinking of the bloody and barbaric history of America, my heart suddenly became filled with mixed feelings.
Civilization and liberty, peace and lighthouses are but a way of concealing plunder...
Zhou Yang, on the other hand, used music to tear apart all civilizations. In the end, only bursts of wailing and piles of bones were left.
A song ends.
John Williams was disappointed.
Song Yiyi lowered her head and returned the score to Zhou Yang.
There were just ripples in her beautiful eyes, and there was a trace of infatuation in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared in the end.
The hall became silent.
Everyone looked at Zhou Yang.
"Zhou Yang...I, is it okay?"
"no problem."
"Oh, I'm a little tired. Let me go back and take a rest first?"
"good."
The person who broke the silence was Song Yiyi. She looked at Zhou Yang and tried to keep herself calm.
"This piece of music is so good! Zhou Yang, you are amazing!"
When she saw the other party nodding, she felt a little disappointed inexplicably, but she still put away the genna flute and praised Zhou Yang deeply. She seemed to feel that there was something missing and suddenly added with a smile.
One sentence: "Of course, I also take a lot of credit. After all, I've done it for you countless times... When I'm done, I'll give you a good rub! Haha."
"No problem, Teacher Song!"
Song Yiyi's smile was as sweet as a silver bell. After greeting everyone in the concert hall one by one, Song Yiyi finally turned around and left with a playful smile.
She walked outside and was illuminated by the sun...
His original smile suddenly became stiff, and then he sat down and got into the car, lowering his head.
"Miss Song, are you okay?"
The driver saw Song Yiyi's abnormality and asked him 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 and admirable people...
But inevitably there will always be a little bit of regret...
The car started.
Song Yiyi raised her head and looked out the car window at the music hall that was getting further and further away. When it was finally blurry enough to 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 goes, the happier I should be 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...