"What are you going to sing?"

Calling the children over, Qi Yuncheng asked, because when making arrangements for other children, they were all based on their own choices.

But Zhou Gulan is different. She knows a lot now, so she can just choose what she likes.

Not fixed.

""The West Wing"!!" Zhou Gulan gave an answer without saying anything, as if he had wanted to sing this for a long time.

Gao Feng listened and nodded silently.

In "The West Wing", Deyun sang many Taiping lyrics.

But it is also found in other folk arts, because it is a familiar story.

Therefore, opera, drums, pendants, Pingju opera, etc. all have this sung.

It's even included in Errenzhuan.

It’s the track with the most versions.

However, the teacher still wanted to ask more questions, so Qi Yuncheng looked at the little girl with lowered eyebrows and spoke again.

"Do you have confidence in yourself? Usually I see that you have hardly finished singing this."

"Don't worry, teacher, I will practice after I get home."

"Well, then hurry up and get down. Teacher Guo and Teacher Yu will be there in a moment."

After urging, Zhou Gulan immediately nodded and turned to leave, but just as he was turning around, Qi Yuncheng stopped him again.

It's not that there's anything else.

But when she turned around, she found that her back collar was slightly rolled up.

After it was done, let her go again.

At the same time, Gao Feng also went down together, after all, it was getting late.

But as soon as they left.

Qi Yuncheng saw his girlfriend Song Yi coming over with her hands behind her back. The expression on her face was self-evident, revealing a trace of weirdness.

Then he complained angrily.

"It's great that you have such a good relationship."

With just one sentence, Qi Yuncheng became happy, "No, are you jealous of a little girl?"

"Hmph!" Song Yi showed her boyfriend deliberately angrily, "How come that little girl is the same face to you and the same face to me.

When she heard you call her, she was so happy.

When I spoke just now, they didn't want to pay attention to me.

Why?"

Qi Yuncheng really has a say in this point, because he has the most contact with this child, and if you let such a child be as lively as a wild horse without a rein, it is impossible to make friends everywhere.

I will only cherish the people I know.

It can be regarded as a kind of dependence.

But too lazy to explain.

How is it possible to reason with a woman clearly?

I can only coax, "I am the teacher and I have the most contact with her. If she doesn't listen to me, who else will she listen to? Stop talking and get down."

I saw that the parents were already sitting down there.

Let’s go, I’m still busy.”

Holding Song Yi's shoulders with both hands, Qi Yuncheng turned her in one direction with a little force, and then pulled her down with his right hand.

After arriving at the playground built by Deyun Base.

It's really lively.

A stage measuring dozens of square meters is set up in the middle.

Around here, many staff members are setting up cameras to prepare for filming.

Some young parents also took pictures directly with their mobile phones.

After all, there are many famous actors in Deyun here, so they naturally know each other.

Especially when Guo Degang and Yu Qian came over, the scene became even more lively.

Many parents gathered around.

They asked their children to sign up for Deyun's training class. To be honest, it was because of the fame of these two people. Otherwise, how could they come?

After all, there are many successful training courses on the market now.

But after they chatted about something casually.

Half past one.

The children's graduation performance has begun.

Although there are only a dozen children.

But the accompaniment was well matched. Not to mention Zhou Hang's Sanxian, Gao Feng also invited one or two to play Pipa and Sihu.

After all, Gao Feng has never been careless when it comes to children.

At the same time, this also gives the child a little confidence.

When the first child came on stage, Qi Yuncheng, a teacher, was in no mood to sit down and stood by the stage watching them come on stage one by one.

The youngest one went up first.

Almost eight years old.

Wearing nice clothes on stage.

Standing behind the book drum, he began to hold the board and drum shuttlecock in preparation for playing.

When she started to play along with the sound of the strings playing next to her, Qi Yuncheng had to worry a lot because he was afraid that something would go wrong during the performance.

But one thing is for sure, children of this age don’t feel any nervousness at all.

You must know that there must be dozens of parents below, plus people from Deyun. It can be regarded as a feeling that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

And the fight lasted for a while.

A milky and milky sound was sung along with some tunes of the Jingyun drum.

"Ancient road~barren mountain~~bitter struggle~~"

Quack, quack, quack, quack!

Just one sentence.

The audience below immediately gave a lot of applause.

And everyone has a smile on their face.

After all, he is only eight years old, so he must be praised when he deserves it.

Especially Guo Degang and Yu Qian, who took the lead in applauding, they really like children.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come today, who told them that they would have arrangements at four or five o'clock.

"Okay, Yuncheng has worked hard. It's his first time teaching students, and he's really good at it. He even caught a few more things."

Sitting in the first row below, Yu Qian applauded and chanted something.

Guo Degang agreed very much with what his senior brother said, and you can see it at a glance, because it’s just the basics, these singing tunes.

Teachers generally don't correct too much.

Of course, there must still be some shortcomings, because the breath of this little girl is not enough, and there is a slight pause when singing.

But the girl is only eight years old, what else can she do, and her breath cannot be practiced in a month or two.

Just like this, one little girl after another came on stage to perform.

Most of the songs they sang were relatively classic traditional songs, but without exception, there was almost no sense of tension.

There are also people who forget the lyrics halfway through the performance and don’t know how to sing, but Qi Yuncheng guides them.

I can keep singing again.

It's not a formal performance anyway, so it doesn't bother me at all.

At the same time, it also proves that they have learned something in the past two months, and the parents are happily cheering for their daughters while taking pictures.

At least I think this training course is worth paying for.

But unlike yesterday's cross talk class, which lasted for several hours, there were only a dozen of them.

Each person performs for six or seven minutes, which is just over an hour.
To be continued...