"Okay! Teacher Gao, I understand. I have prepared carefully these days. This is also my first time teaching. It will be difficult to understand it in detail."
On the side of the main road.
Qi Yuncheng responded to Teacher Gao's call, but he didn't expect that his girlfriend was right and wanted to teach drums.
Whenever he teaches cross talk, he can feel much more relaxed.
"Then let's make an agreement. Come to Deyun Base in the morning in three days, and there may be parents there."
"Okay! I've written it down."
The phone hangs up.
Qi Yuncheng turned around and found Song Yi standing beside him curiously, looking at him. Without him having to say anything, she had already listened closely.
"How about it? I said it's a big drum, right?" Song Yi put his hands behind his back, looking proud of his guess.
"Well! You are awesome, you guessed all of this."
"Hey, of course, I'm very powerful."
"No matter how good you are, you still have to go home and sleep. It's almost early in the morning after walking around for a while. I really don't know what you think about coming here so late at night.
As a girl, you should be careful.
Let’s go and take you home.”
"Oh!"
Looking a little unhappy, Song Yi followed her boyfriend, then took a taxi and left in one go.
In fact, she came over quietly alone, and Qi Yuncheng was a little reluctant because it was indeed too late.
The risk factor for a girl to be alone is very high.
Not to mention that my girlfriend is so beautiful.
Although the breasts are a little subtle, other aspects are nothing to boast about.
So I sent her home this time and didn’t stop until I sent her back to her rental house.
But when he was about to turn around and leave, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, "How about..."
"What else? Stay here and wash the dishes for you?" Qi Yuncheng turned around and asked with a smile, and Song Yi was instantly amused by this sentence.
"No, there's not even a bowl. I've finished washing it! You just want to stay with me. I've been rehearsing and performing these days.
It's that large-scale historical drama.
The premiere has been successful, and it may be performed in other cities later, and after the performance, it will be performed in other cities, and even performed at the National Center for the Performing Arts.
So after Valentine’s Day, I may not have time to see you.”
For this long paragraph, Qi Yuncheng is not unaware of how busy he is as an actor. This kind of schedule is normal, not to mention that he himself has to go to other cities to perform.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Very understandable.
But it was still early, so I spoke.
"There's still more than half a month left. This is enough time for us to stay together. That's it for today.
I have to go back and figure out my teaching ideas.
Besides, you don’t have any place for me to sleep here.”
"That's right, too."
Release your hands.
Qi Yuncheng took one more look at his girlfriend and left first.
Then Song Yi was left alone.
However, she had no emotion. Instead, she turned around and looked at her house and bedroom, "Yes, my bed is only big enough for me to sleep alone.
If I had known better when renting a house, I would have bought a bigger one."
I complained, but there was nothing I could do.
Song Yi lay on his bed without a thought, then took his cell phone and sent another text message to Qi Yuncheng.
"Be safe on the road! Remember to call me when the time comes and I will go too."
"Got it."
Qi Yuncheng, who had just left home not long ago, immediately replied, but the next second, another sentence came.
"Yueyue, regarding beds, do you know which one is better?"
Hmm?
Staring at this, Qi Yuncheng was stunned for a few seconds. It was obvious that she had sent it to him by mistake. After all, it started with the word "月月".
But if it has something to do with the bed later, is it possible...
Just when he was doubtful.
Song Yi anxiously sent several text messages.
"Wrong message!"
"Nothing, I'm just asking Yueyue bed."
"Don't think too much."
“I just bought a bed, after all, it’s not comfortable to sleep on!”
"Well, no more, good night, go to bed early."
Suddenly five were sent over.
Qi Yuncheng's cell phone vibrated five times, like a barrage of fire, and he didn't know what she was explaining.
Could it be that you bought one for me to sleep on?
He was not stupid after all, he could figure it out as soon as he thought about it, but he just laughed it off and finally replied with a good night.
Concentrate on going home and resting.
As for the next few days.
He has been worrying.
I’ve never taught anyone, no, it’s not that I’ve never taught anyone, and I haven’t taught it in such a formal way.
Regarding other junior fellow apprentices, he would talk about them casually or point them out, nothing special.
But this is different.
They gave me money.
They even brought the children here. It’s shameful for a teacher to not teach well.
So I have been learning about teaching and clarifying the curriculum. Although I won’t be a big fat man with one bite, I can still understand some standardized teaching methods.
As for the drum experience.
There is no need to worry, he has his own opinions, and in the ten years he has been working in the system, he has gradually absorbed it.
It will definitely be no problem to teach the basic theories to children when the time comes.
If there are people who are really interested and want to learn, it’s not impossible to tell them more.
Just a few days later.
Deyunshe has basically started this summer class.
It’s noon on the day the class starts.
After Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi finished lunch, they rushed there in the car.
When it arrives.
There are not many people.
Gao Feng and others are all here, and there are also many parents standing in the corridor on the second floor.
Most of the people who came here were grandparents. Their parents had no time at all and had to go to work, so they enrolled their children in classes and left everything to them.
Some older elders know folk art, so they are willing to learn it.
But just when he entered the teaching building at the base, Qi Yuncheng asked as he went upstairs.
"How was it?"
"What's going on?" Song Yi followed curiously.
"Didn't you say what kind of bed you want to buy?"
"Ouch!
”
Thinking of this, Song Yi was startled like a cat being stepped on, "It's nothing, I just changed my bed.
Hurry up.
There are so many people, let’s go take a look.
There's a traffic jam on the road, don't be late."
A soft hand grabbed him instantly, and then tried his best to pull him up.
After arriving.
Qi Yuncheng quickly collected his emotions and bypassed some parents to find Teacher Gao. Gao Feng was really busy at the moment and had been explaining some things to these parents.
At the same time, there are probably things to learn.
But that’s the basics of cross talk theory, the basics of cross talk performance, Taiping lyrics, allegro basics, and the basics of bass drum, etc.
You won’t learn too much at this age.
But we have to divide it into two classes.
One class is all about cross talk, and then the rest of the basics are taught.
Even the bass drum and allegro are the same.
After all, cross talk is a hodgepodge.
The other thing is the big drum.
This is a special section because there are mostly little girls who learn drums and it is impossible to arrange them into cross talk together.
But there is no doubt that Qi Yuncheng teaches the drums on both sides.
"Teacher Gao, I'm sorry, we're late."
Gao Feng, who was talking to his parents, immediately turned around and said, "It's okay, Mr. Xing is giving some precautions to the children in the classroom.
Please wait a moment.
Classes will start soon, and then we will take care of the children."
"Okay, no problem."
After agreeing, Qi Yuncheng turned around and found that his girlfriend Song Yi had carefully pulled the window sill and looked into the classroom.
Seems very interested.
Qi Yuncheng also took a look.
Not too many, about forty or fifty children.
For girls, there are more than a dozen.
In this case, his mental arithmetic is stable. There are not many people, so it is easy to teach, and he can pay attention to every child.
As for age, it’s really not that big.
Almost eight years old, even the oldest one is at the level of just graduating from elementary school, estimated to be in the range of twelve or thirteen.
Not much time.
After Xing Wenzhao finished talking in the classroom, he came out with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he came out, the parents outside were very happy. After all, he is an old man. With his experience here, he knows a lot without asking.
Not to mention that he is a disciple of Master Liu Baorui, and he sent the child here just for his reputation.
And the same is true for Gao Feng, the apprentice of Jin Wensheng, the master of Tianjing storytelling, and the master of Kuebaner is Mr. Fan Zhenyu.
Full of gold content.
Don’t their older generation of parents care about this?
At the same time, the famous actors also recognized the two of them.
As for Qi Yuncheng, who is still quite popular among Deyun disciples.
Young people may know it, but these grandparents have no idea at all. How can they read such meager news?
Even mobile phones may be old people’s phones.
Naturally, I don’t know such a person.
I haven’t even heard of their names. After all, their source of information is the theater and oral transmission among peers, and they even recognize the older ones.
So when I saw such a young man coming, I never thought that he was also a teacher, so I thought he was here to help.
"That's it. Our class starts from 1:30 to 5:00 in the afternoon! At 5:00, you can come and pick up the children.
Of course, on this first day, if you want to take a look, you can just sit in the classroom.
But don’t interrupt the teaching.”
The words fell.
The parents all agreed.
No one left.
My granddaughters and grandsons are very precious. I definitely want to see what they learn, not to mention they also like folk arts.
And just when I finished saying this.
Some children came out one after another.
There is still a while before class starts. How could they like to stay in there? It only lasts about ten minutes.
This group of children and the parents who were almost crowded in the corridor began to watch these children go into classes.
After all, they are learning different things.
So a dozen little girls followed Qi Yuncheng to the classroom next door, and Song Yi also followed.
But look at this scene.
Their parents are a little unhappy.
I quickly asked Gao Feng, "Who is this Jingyun drum teacher?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you. It's the leader, his name is Qi Yuncheng! Our Deyun actors know a lot. If you want to know anything, you can go into the classroom and ask."
"Good guy? Are you teaching drums at such a young age?"
Looking at Qi Yuncheng, these parents were stunned.
Such a young teacher?
Could it be a mistake?
At the age they saw in the theater, they were just disciples taught by some old gentlemen. Now they are here to teach their children.
It is impossible not to have objections at the first time.
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