On August 1st, it started to rain in Yangcheng! And it wasn't just gentle drizzle. The sky that was bright just now suddenly changed its color. Dark clouds came in, and soon it started to rain heavily.
, followed by rumbling thunder!
"Fortunately, we arrived at the station first!" Yang Ruoyi looked at the heavy rain outside the station with some fear, but when she turned her head, she became very excited, holding Tang Wenfei's arm and chirping.
"With such heavy rain, the high-speed train will not stop, right?" Tang Wenfei looked at the heavy rain that seemed to have no intention of stopping with sad eyes, and said worriedly.
"Isn't it possible? We have all checked our tickets and come down to wait for the train." Yang Ruoyi denied, but her confidence was a bit lacking because the high-speed train they were going to take had not yet arrived at the station.
After checking the tickets, I came down to the platform but the train has not arrived yet. This situation has not happened before, but when it rains so heavily, anyone will feel uneasy.
Except Peng Xueyuan!
"Wow, it's dark today!" Peng Xueyuan just held his mirrorless camera and ran excitedly closer to the outside to take pictures of the rain. This time he ran back and said excitedly to his two friends, "
It feels like an old monster from Montenegro is haunting me!"
"Bah!" A folding fan came over and hit Peng Xueyuan on the head.
Yang Han took back the folding fan and smiled angrily: "What are you talking about? We are on a long trip now, so we don't want to say anything auspicious?"
Peng Xueyuan covered his head. Although the beating did not hurt, he finally calmed down and asked weakly like a good student: "Uncle Yang, what are some auspicious words?"
"Listen well and study hard! If you go out with the leader to do something, what should you say in this situation? You should say: A noble man is caught in a storm when he goes out..." Yang Han said like the old master, shaking his folding fan and shaking his head.
At this time, Peng Xueyuan suddenly shivered out of habit: "A drowned rat in a storm?"
"You brat!" Yang Han laughed angrily and raised his folding fan as if to hit him, but failed.
"Giggle!" The two girls also held hands together and laughed without any sympathy as they watched Peng Xueyuan run away.
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It was not like we were encountering typhoon-level winds and heavy rain, so the high-speed trains did not stop running. Yang Ruoyi and the others did not wait long before a white-blue high-speed train with blue bars entered the station and picked them up with a group of passengers who were going to Suzhou and Hangzhou.
Yes, today Yang Ruoyi and Tang Wenfei are going to Suzhou and Hangzhou to officially start recording the new season of "The Birth of a Girl Group" tomorrow!
Yang Han and Peng Xueyuan sent them there, or to be more precise, Yang Han sent them there, and Peng Xueyuan joined the big team and wanted to follow them to Suzhou and Hangzhou!
In addition to them, Wu Maocai and Guo Ruhe were also traveling with them.
"Why are Uncle Wu and Aunt He going too?" Tang Wenfei looked curiously at the two people sitting in the other row, who had almost no presence, and asked Yang Ruoyi in a low voice, "If they also go, what will happen to the teahouse?"
"My dad said that Uncle Wu and the others haven't traveled far for a long time, and they didn't even travel when they got married. It's just a good time to go out and play together. It doesn't matter if the teahouse is closed for a few days." Yang Ruoyi said with a smile.
"Uncle Dade and the others are probably going to get angry!"
Tang Wenfei's words reminded Yang Ruoyi of the image of the hot-tempered old men in the teahouse looking at the closed door early in the morning. She held hands with Tang Wenfei and laughed.
The two little sisters sat together and chatted non-stop along the way, but Peng Xueyuan was more miserable. Because they bought the tickets together, Uncle Wu and Aunt He were in pairs, so he could only sit with Uncle Yang
Together.
What is it like to sit with Uncle Yang?
Have you ever taken that kind of open class? Your teachers are very good, and a large group of teachers come to listen to the class during class!
The teachers who are observing will definitely not grab the students' seats, but they will always move chairs to sit in the aisle or at the back of the classroom.
At this moment, Peng Xueyuan's feelings were the same as those during the open class. He was so happy that the director of the teaching office and the teacher of the same subject, who usually read the names of the students who violated the rules in front of all the teachers and students after morning exercises, was sitting next to him!
Whether it's moving his butt or holding up his gold-rimmed glasses, every little move made by the Director of the Education Department can make your heart skip a beat and make you break out in a cold sweat!
Yes, Peng Xueyuan is like this now, sitting up straight with his back straight as if on pins and needles, and the vigor he had just now has disappeared.
How did he know that Yang Han ignored him and didn't even greet him from the corner of his eye.
There was nothing going on, so Yang Han just took her cell phone and read emails.
It wasn't until he felt Peng Xueyuan peeking at him secretly that Yang Han lazily turned his head.
"Uncle Yang, you, do you play games?" Peng Xueyuan was so frightened that he hesitated to speak. His intention to find something to talk about when he had nothing to say was particularly obvious.
"I'm not playing." Yang Han shook his head.
In fact, he only plays for fun, and he also likes things that young people like, because he has also been young! But how can he let Peng Peng, a brat like him, easily "strike up" successfully?
"Okay, Uncle Yang, are you listening to music? What song are you listening to?" Peng Xueyuan pointed to his ears, looked at the headphones Yang Han put in his ears, and continued the awkward conversation.
From his embarrassed eyes, you can completely "hear" his cry in his heart: "God, Buddha, save me!"
Of course Yang Han was not listening to the song, but when he saw Peng Peng, that brat looking "fun", he had a thought in his mind and said calmly: "Why, do you want to listen too?"
"No, no, I'm just curious, because your live singing is pretty good." Peng Xueyuan waved his hands while racking his brains to find reasons, but none of them were logical.
Yang Han laughed and continued the topic: "So you are so interested in music? Okay, very good. Then, you can search for "Beethoven's Ninth Symphony."
It is worth mentioning that the development trajectory of this world is similar to that of the earth. The works of some ancient and modern figures still exist in the long river of history. Yang Han has studied that the changes occurred after the 1950s and 1960s.
Therefore, even though Bei Jiu is such a classic, even a symphony that many music students find complicated and a headache to listen to, Yang Han can still appreciate it in this world!
"Come here and listen!" Seeing the dull look on Peng Xueyuan's face, Yang Han squinted his eyes and said seductively, "After listening, write a review of no less than a thousand words. No, listen.
Afterthoughts! After you write it, bring it to me for review. If you write it well, Uncle Yang will reward you with a small aerial photography drone!"
Like many boys, Peng Xueyuan likes to play with these cameras and machines. Yang Han knows that! Even the mirrorless camera Peng Xueyuan hangs around his neck was originally given to him by Yang Han when he asked him to help assemble a computer for live broadcasts.
One of his "rewards"!
Therefore, in Yang Han's "unsurprising" look, Peng Xueyuan's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise and disbelief: "Really? Is it a real drone? Drip No.
Man-machine?”
"It must be true, can I still cook you?" Yang Han said with a smile, "Go and listen, go and write! I want to see what you think after listening to it before I go back! Note, listening once is not enough.
You have to listen carefully several times, you can’t fool Uncle Yang, if you catch him, there will no longer be such a reward!"
As expected, Peng Xueyuan obediently plugged in his own headphones and listened carefully! After listening to the symphony for more than seventy minutes, Peng Xueyuan never bothered Uncle Yang again.
Until the high-speed train arrived in Suzhou and Hangzhou, when he got off the train, he was in a daze, as if he hadn't woken up. When Yang Ruoyi asked him any questions, he was still stunned for a long time before he responded.
Haha, don’t think that “Ode to Joy” sounds good because it was written by Bei Jiu. It is a notoriously complex and torturous piece of music among symphonies!