Whether you are studying folk art or medicine, they all have a common problem, that is, they care about age.
Age is experience, and age is experience.
This is indeed a normal view.
But sometimes being older may just add years in vain, while being young may not be really useless.
So Song Yi, who was about to enter the classroom next to these little girls, felt a little angry when he felt the atmosphere.
A mouthful of silver teeth made a crunching sound.
Because this shows that you don’t believe in your boyfriend’s ability.
And it feels really uncomfortable.
Learn at a young age.
With more than ten years of stage experience and such great talent, Song Yi knows it very well.
But they really don’t understand it at all.
But after a while, her anger subsided a lot, and she followed her into the classroom. Anyway, she would be able to show it by then.
Don’t be in a hurry.
And after they entered.
The parents of these little girls were still gathered outside the door. No one followed them in. They were all aware of the age issue.
After Gao Feng noticed the parents' expressions, he felt quite happy in his heart.
I didn't expect that Qi Yuncheng, a kid, would be looked down upon sometimes, but he didn't explain much, and he couldn't explain it either.
Because there is a high probability that they won’t believe it.
At the same time, I won’t tell you Yuncheng’s performance, that’s unnecessary.
So he spoke.
"In this way, you can take a look at today's class first. Whether the teacher is good or not is entirely up to you."
At this moment, the parents who were learning cross talk entered the first classroom one after another, and then the dozen or so people looked at each other.
In fact, we don’t even know each other, but we exchanged a few words with each other when we came here, and the children all learn drums.
Then there is a familiar face mixed in.
So we are looking at each other’s faces or intentions.
In the end, there was no other way, so everyone hurriedly followed in.
This classroom is very ordinary, except that there are relatively few desks and not many people.
Qi Yuncheng also called these little girls to sit down together and confirmed their names one by one, and at the same time, he also had the foundation to identify them.
This thing must be asked.
But if they are human beings, they must have good and bad qualities, and their differences need to be taken into consideration to avoid failing to keep up.
That's when he asked.
The window side of the classroom.
An elderly parent sat down and watched, a little worried about whether this young child could teach their granddaughter well.
So my eyes kept following.
Song Yi didn't think too much about what he said. He sat quietly near these parents.
But as soon as she sat down, the people around her couldn't help but be curious. What a beautiful girl, she was completely out of tune with them.
So I asked.
"Daughter, how old are you this year?"
"Twenty-two."
"Then which one did you bring?"
The old man sat next to him out of curiosity, but Song Yi didn't explain that he was here to join in the fun. He deliberately leaned up and pointed in Qi Yuncheng's direction.
"The most beautiful one."
"Oh!"
The old man who asked the question turned his head and looked for it instantly.
But Song Yi was secretly happy.
Because she is not talking about Qi Yuncheng, they can guess whatever they like.
Just a moment.
There are many voices in this crowd.
"Has your granddaughter ever learned these things?"
"I've learned it before. I was sent to learn folk art when I was six years old. I have a good foundation and can teach well. He is an old gentleman.
I just didn’t expect that Jingyun Dagu would be teaching a young man this time.
This is not even as old as my son."
"I don't know. I've been listening to drums for many years and never thought that such a young guy could teach people."
"My family just happened to be interested in these and signed up. I want to give it a try, but don't delay."
There are all kinds of opinions.
It’s not surprising, they think their babies are amazing, so how could they not think more about it?
Qi Yuncheng in the classroom heard this and was still learning about these children.
After understanding it almost.
I really have to lament one thing, that is, children these days are too involved.
Almost all have some basics.
Of course, this foundation is the foundation of finger singing, not a complete novice.
But even so, he couldn't start teaching directly.
When learning Jingyun Dagu, the first thing you need to learn is not to sing, but to play the drums and play the board.
If you choose between the two, you have to start learning from the board game.
Because during Jingyun drum performances, drumming is usually used in the prelude, interlude or certain specific transitions.
However, the drum board must be played from beginning to end.
Therefore, it is the drum board that really controls the rhythm, and the drum beats are also directed by the drum board.
For a while.
Qi Yuncheng specially introduced these things to them. He did not let them play right away. They had to first understand what Jingyun Dagu was.
How it was formed, and the composition of this board.
Anyway, it’s just some trivial things.
After all, that’s what a foundation is.
But after talking for a while, Qi Yuncheng felt a little happy, because none of these dozen little girls liked listening.
Sitting behind the desk is not interesting at all.
The summer vacation has just started, and they are coming here to study this. How can they be happy?
Fortunately, girls are much better than boys. Even if they don't like it very much, they don't make too much trouble.
I just don’t want to listen quietly.
Look at this.
Qi Yuncheng also knew that it was useless to talk more. He had just come here and was in an unfamiliar environment. Even if he wanted to learn, he would not be able to learn.
"Then we won't talk about theory today. What do you like?"
After the words fell.
A little girl about ten years old with a ponytail said, "I like to play and watch TV."
"Oh, that's a coincidence. I like it too. Who doesn't like watching TV? Have you seen Balala Little Demon Fairy?"
Swish, swish, swish!
Mention this.
Not only all of the dozen or so little girls looked over, but at least a lot of them were interested and looked at the teacher.
I don’t know what’s going on.
Do the teachers in the training class still talk about this?
The teachers in the previous training classes were all rigid and shameless.
But they are still young, so why should they think about this? Just ask them directly.
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"Teacher, do you still like to watch this? Does your child also like to watch it?"
"I don't have a child yet." Qi Yuncheng said while standing in front of the children's desks. At the same time, he felt that he really didn't have the talent to be a teacher.
So let’s just chat and forget about it, and then let Gao Feng change people when the time is up.
After all, I know a lot of seniors, and there must be some who teach drums.
I once said that if it really doesn’t work, I won’t hold on.
It’s only the first day anyway.
General training classes also focus on letting children get familiar with the environment rather than starting teaching, so this is totally fine.
"Teacher, you like to watch it yourself, do you really?" An eight-year-old girl wearing a colorful skirt also followed. She is probably the youngest.
But she's so cute, she has a milky voice, and her braids are nice.
"What's the point? Just watch it if you like it."
Of course Qi Yuncheng liked to watch Two Lifetimes when he was a child, but now he can only say this, otherwise they would not believe it.
Because it is now 2011, and this TV was only released in 2008.
"Teacher, which one do you like?"
"Yan Lili!" Qi Yuncheng said
"Teacher, why do you like her? She is a bad person."
"That's right! How can you like her? She opposes them everywhere and does a lot of bad things."
"Teacher, are you okay?"
"Are we watching the same TV?"
……
Perhaps because they didn't want to hear it, the chatterbox of these little guys suddenly opened up, and they were no longer as sad as when they were reasoning.
But that sentence, "Teacher, are you okay with it?" almost touched his heart. It was childish and unbridled.
And it's normal.
They definitely care about the plot, but it's different when Qi Yuncheng is a boy.
But just when they were having a good chat.
The parents and Song Yi who were a few meters away couldn't figure out what they were talking about, and they were talking all over the place.
There is no trace of class at all.
Suddenly these parents were vaguely sure of something.
At this time, Gao Feng also took a look outside, but his expression was different from that of the parents. To be honest, the atmosphere was much better than being a student.
So he took one look and left, because he was very confident about Qi Yuncheng and was not worried at all.
"Okay, okay, stop talking. You have more than a dozen mouths, how can I speak to you."
Qi Yuncheng shook his head helplessly, but after a while he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and asked, "Do you want to see the clothes you wear when singing drums?"
"Does it look good?"
"You'll know just by looking at it."
Qi Yuncheng didn't adjust any photo albums, and directly turned on the screen saver of his mobile phone. Yes, it was Song Yi wearing a cheongsam.
"These are the costumes that ordinary adult actors wear. You can't wear them, but you can still wear good-looking clothes. It is estimated that there will be a performance after two months of study."
In an instant, these dozen little girls all stood up and looked.
It does look beautiful at first glance.
And a little girl sitting in front of Qi Yuncheng was holding the table with both hands, with a surprised expression on her face as she looked.
"Teacher, this aunt is so beautiful. I know her. My father told me that this looks like blue and white porcelain."
"Yes, it's blue and white porcelain, eh, wait, aunt?"
Good guy, this sentence caught him off guard.
I thought I had made a mistake, so I put it in someone else's photo. I quickly turned my phone around and took a look, and found that I was right, it was Song Yi.
Then he turned his eyes slightly and glanced at Song Yi at the end of the classroom. Song Yi was naturally staring at his boyfriend. When his eyes met, he showed a very confused expression, not knowing what was going on.
Qi Yuncheng looked back with a complicated expression and repeated, "Yes, this aunt is very beautiful. You will also wear nice clothes when the time comes.
But when you wear nice clothes, you can’t just stand there.
You need to know something.
Otherwise, why would your parents pay the money?"
"Teacher, the big drum is a thing."
"Well, what I just said about co-authoring was in vain, right? Haven't you heard of it?"
For a time, among the dozen or so little girls, five or six shook their heads, as if they really had no idea what Jingyun Dagu was.
At most, I know how to beat the drum.
"In this case, let me give you one, at least to let you know what kind of folk art this is."
While talking, Qi Yuncheng went to get the drum, shuttlecock, and board next to him. These were all prepared nearby.
Even when he went to get this, there were still a few people who wanted to help.
But how dare they do it, but Qi Yuncheng saw this strange phenomenon when he was moving the drum.
Although the oldest children here are twelve or thirteen.
But the average age is really about ten years old, or even younger.
But for little girls around 123, there is a generation gap.
At this age, she is already in junior high school, and the girl is not too short, and she can understand everything.
Unlike ordinary people, twelve and thirteen are still coquettish and acting coquettishly.
It's just that it doesn't look like it's blooming yet, and it's very green.
At the same time, this is the case. The oldest girl has been sitting in the back row feeling unhappy, with her hands crossed and her chest folded, as if she shouldn't be here.
"Hey!"
It’s not that Qi Yuncheng has never been to school. In fact, students in a class are afraid of students with such different personalities, but it is not ruled out that he is really forced to come here to learn folk art.
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However, with no teaching experience, he really doesn’t know what to do. It seems that he is really not good at it.
Another teacher might know how to handle it.
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