"Xiao Qian, can we really win? Guan Tong's cousin can break dance."
After the excitement, everyone is still worried.
These days, the sentiment of worshiping foreigners is quite serious, and even children have been infected.
Only Xiao Qian has sunshine in his heart and is confident and high-spirited.
"Don't be afraid, break dancing is outdated. As long as I take action, we can't lose."
Now he is a nationally famous music producer. If he can't win over a primary school student, Xiao Qian might as well jump into the bathtub and drown.
After selecting among the classmates, only Liu Zhihao and Lin Linlin were the most active. Xiao Qian took them to Shangyin.
Although this is a battle of honor between classes, the performance does not require so many people. And some people are afraid of the stage and shrink from the battle.
Xiao Qian has been thinking about what kind of program would be better.
The reason why I came to Shangyin instead of Starlight Entertainment is that the musical instruments here are relatively complete.
Although Starlight Entertainment's production studio is more advanced, the creation stage still requires the assistance of musical instruments.
He seriously doubted that all the teachers at Shangyin had a collecting habit. Otherwise, where did they buy and trade instruments? There are all kinds of weird and weird things that you can't even imagine.
Taking Liu Zhihao, Lin Linlin and others into the musical instrument room, these guys were all timid.
There are so many things that they don't know exist, which makes them completely lose their previous bravery.
"Come on, come on, everyone, sit down first. Let's discuss first what we should do this time so that we can beat the guys in the first class."
Ever since she realized that Li Qingjue had grown up, Xiao Qian's mentality had undergone a huge change.
Although he has countless good works in his mind, he doesn't want to take them out casually and throw them to his classmates.
He knew that no matter how good those works were, they definitely did not belong to his classmates.
At an age when they are experiencing the world carefully, these students must all have their own thoughts and perceptions. Only by sitting together and discussing the works they come up with will give them a greater sense of accomplishment.
Originally, everyone looked at Xiao Qian with hope and regarded him as a life-saving straw. Now after hearing Xiao Qian's opinion, everyone felt relieved for some reason.
Soon, everyone formed a circle. You said something and I discussed it word by word.
"How about we dance too? Qing Jue's dance is so good, we should be able to win."
"No, Qingjue can dance, but none of us can. And what can we dance to beat break dancing?"
Xiao Qian just listened and did not interfere with everyone's discussion.
However, he knew that there was little hope of defeating Class 1 through dancing.
Several of these people have no talent for dancing at all. This is a problem of physical coordination, and no amount of practice will help.
He knew this, and everyone knew it, and the proposal was quickly rejected.
There are only so many performances on stage that are suitable for students. Considering the effect and time, naturally besides dancing, there is singing.
Now that dancing has been eliminated, only singing is left.
"Let's write a song ourselves."
Li Qingjue finally spoke, but only looked at Xiao Qian.
Xiao Qian nodded.
"Okay, let's discuss how to write a song."
Liu Zhihao scratched his head in distress.
"I...I can't."
Lin Linlin also looked sad.
"I can only play the drums."
This already surprised Xiao Qian.
"How do you know how to play the drums?"
"My brother is in the music class of the Municipal Children's Palace. He has taught me some."
Xiao Qian still had the shadow of that sixth grade student in his memory. He didn't expect that besides protecting his sister and fighting, he was actually a versatile person.
Obviously, most of the people here, except for him and Li Qingjue, don't understand music theory.
However, Xiao Qian, who was already enlightened, did not feel embarrassed, but encouraged: "Actually, writing songs is not that difficult. We can think about the lyrics without thinking about the melody first. Everyone likes to sing, right? Just hum.
Do you usually have any dreams?"
No one doesn't like to sing, no matter whether they sing well or not. In addition to the songs they have heard, everyone must have a melody that they are embarrassed to show.
That is humming thoughtfully, a secret that only belongs to everyone.
Xiao Qian's guidance made everyone open their hearts.
"I want to fly. I want to see what the stars are like."
Liu Zhihao has an outgoing personality and speaks out about his dreams without any shyness.
No one laughed at him.
The heart of a young man is inherently budding, full of curiosity and a desire to explore the world.
"I...I want to sing. I don't like studying, but my father and mother won't let me."
It's hard to tell that the quiet and elegant Lin Linlin is actually a rebellious girl. That's right. How can you judge a person based on his appearance?
Especially in China, an environment where children are expected to succeed, how many young people have to suppress their dreams and hobbies, follow the arbitrary decisions of adults, and lose their happiness.
Xiao Qian just listened, listening carefully.
Everyone's stories are very childish. For fifth grade students, their world is not too complicated.
But for some reason, hearing the innocence and longing contained in their words that they would never talk about easily made Xiao Qian feel excited.
He couldn't help but think of Xia Weizhang's earnest teachings to him when he first came into contact with music.
Music is the voice of the heart, music is the emotion.
Only the emotions that truly burst out from the bottom of the heart are the best music.
This heartbeat began to play tricks on her mind, making Xiao Qian ready to move.
No, I really can't bear it anymore.
He grabbed the pen and paper and had to turn what was in his mind into reality.
Seeing him start to write, everyone quieted down and gathered around him, waiting curiously.
There has never been a time like this that made Xiao Qian feel so happy.
What was written was clearly words, but the rows of words were like a surging river, causing his accumulation to completely explode.
Finally, after finishing the last word, Xiao Qian smiled as if he was reborn as he looked at his work.
"Take a look, are these lyrics okay?"
Li Qingjue grabbed it and read it word by word carefully.
The lyrics were not long, so she read them very quickly, but for some reason, even as she read them, she felt a kind of passionate mania.
There was a feeling of suffocation in her throat that she couldn't bear for a moment.
"How to sing? Have you thought about it?"
At this time, Xiao Qian had already entered a mysterious state. She pushed aside the crowd and walked to the piano. She only thought for a moment before her fingers fell on the keys.
At first, the melody was particularly soothing, as if a person was silently speaking his mind.
The burst of emotion was like a stream at first, constantly washing the dam. Finally, the gap became wider and wider, and the rushing melody began to explode.
The rhythm exploded instantly, and with Xiao Qian's rising and falling hands, every note struck everyone's hearts.
Everyone couldn't sit still and tried hard to clenched their fists, but they couldn't hold back their itchy throats. Looking at the lyrics written by Xiao Qian, although they still couldn't master the singing method, they still started humming unconsciously.
This is their song, and every word in it contains their story. If such a song becomes true, they will not have any regrets even if they lose in the performance.
Xiao Qian relaxed her thoughts, followed the mysterious feeling, and played an unprecedented melody in one go.
It's strange, although there is no symbol on the staff, the whole piece of music is so clearly visible.
No, it was visible, because in just a short time, Li Qingjue had completed the notation of the staff based on his playing and placed it in front of him.
Xiao Qian read it briefly and found that it was exactly the same as what he played.
She understood him without a single word.
He stroked the piano and she held up the music sheet.
The eyes met in the air, but it was more brilliant than the sunlight shining in the window.
He finally realized that she had grown up, and she was telling him seriously. She had been working hard to get closer to him.
Through a cooperation, two people gained happiness worth remembering for a lifetime.
