You made me a superstar

Chapter 377 His Era is Beginning
The window opened slowly.

In the huge concert hall.

Rays of dawn light came in, dispelling the darkness in the concert hall.

Not long after the sweeping aunt walked in with a mop, she was kicked out again.

She took a mop and looked at the hall curiously, only to feel that the atmosphere in the concert hall was very strange.

Everyone was clearly alive, but they were all staring in the same direction, motionless, like wax figures from horror movies.

Tong Yuan sat quietly.

After a night of sleepless nights after the performance, she naturally felt tired. Even when the dawn light entered the concert hall, she felt dazzling and even couldn't keep her eyes open. The young teachers behind were similar to her.

Some dozed off, some were in a trance, and some felt depressing staying here...

After An Xiao stayed for a while, the phone vibrated, and when she answered the phone, she turned around and walked out.

"The 07 edition of teaching materials has passed the review, and the two texts "Golden Fishhook" and "Monument" have been confirmed, and these two texts have been included in the compulsory reading and examination..."

"Okay, will it be implemented on September [-]st?"

"Yes."

over the phone.

She heard an excited voice on the other end of the phone.

After hearing this voice, a rare smile appeared on her usually calm face.

In the 07 edition of Chinese teaching materials, some fictional content that has nothing to do with history, such as "The President's Cherry Tree" and "Tom Saves Mom", was deleted.

In addition to deleting these fictional content, some texts that were suspected to be partial to children's values ​​were also deleted, and patriotic articles such as "Golden Fishhook" and "Monument" were added.

Of course, although these changes seem simple, they are actually under a lot of pressure. After repeated reviews and meetings, the changes are confirmed.

Individual leaders of the relevant departments still held objections to this, and at one point, the personal relationship between An Xiao and Zhou Yang was eccentric, thinking that this was opening the back door, and reaching out to their department.

An Xiao naturally heard it.

But there was no explanation, much less anger.

Even though she has a good personal relationship with Zhou Yang, a vague relationship above that of friends, she has a clear conscience in every step she takes and everything she does.

"Finally a step forward!"

There was a burst of emotion on the other end of the phone, as if a difficult battle had finally been won, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

It's just the beginning, there's still a lot to do

After hanging up the phone, An Xiao looked at the Chaoyang in the distance, reminding herself in her heart.

Just as she was about to walk back to the concert hall to see how Zhou Yang was doing, her phone vibrated again.

The person just now turned on the phone again.

"The new version of the "Primary School Music" textbook just happens to be revised, why not put the song "My Motherland" in it at this time..."

The other party proposed.

"You draw up a report, I'll find a way to talk to my superiors..."

"it is good!"

..............................

Zhou Yang never thought that his brain cells could be so excited.

It was as if the flood was flooding the whole body, torrential, and once again out of control.

Either sad, or long-sounding, or a call from ancient times, in a dense jungle.

Zhou Yang replaced these emotions and feelings with musical notes and turned them into short melodies, which were then perfectly integrated into it under the rendering of the main theme of "The Last of the Mohicans".

He began to have a deeper understanding of music, but this understanding can only be felt, not expressed in words.

One hand is writing the score, the other hand is playing the melody, and the time is passing by unconsciously.

After an unknown period of time, he finally wrote the whole "The Last of the Mohicans" to the end. After finishing writing, he put down his pen and looked at the complete score.

Not happy, not excited, he was still immersed in the impact of this piece of music for a long time and couldn't extricate himself.

"This should be!"

After reading the score over and over again, he finally nodded after his mood returned to normal.

He raised his head.

Then...

It was found that the surrounding was full of people.

Song Yiyi looked at him excitedly, her hand holding the Gaina flute was shaking slightly.

"Let me see……"

As soon as she finished speaking, she found another figure rushed over to Zhou Yang's side faster than her.

John Williams held the score, his face flushed with excitement, and he opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something, but when he got to his mouth, it seemed that his throat was blocked by some foreign object, and he couldn't say anything.

He stared at the music score, watching it over and over again, the light in his eyes became brighter and hotter.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it, that's it!"

In the concert hall.

He finally panted heavily, as if he had encountered something handed down from the world, and as if he was witnessing something, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

He gave Zhou Yang a hug. At this moment, he seemed to no longer complain about God's injustice, and even lost the desire to compare with Zhou Yang.

"Let's blow it! Teacher Song, how about..."

Zhou Yang was hugged so hard that he couldn't breathe, but his expression was unprecedentedly calm, as if it was nothing serious.

Of course, he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and even vaguely couldn't believe it.

Relying on the vague impressions in his mind, as well as the melodies and his own emotions immersed in the music, he completely completed the entire "The Last of the Mohicans"!
After a brief moment of excitement, he looked at Song Yiyi again.

"it is good!"

Song Yiyi nodded excitedly, looked at the content on the music score, then held the quina, after a long while of deliberation, finally played the melody of "The Last of the Mohicans".

Zhou Yang's fingers tapped the armrest of the chair again, each note seemed to be materialized before his eyes.

Some famous musicians present were drowsy, but when they heard a desolate sound, they woke up instantly.

Then he looked at Song Yiyi who was playing not far away.

Listening and listening, for some reason, their noses were a little sore, and they felt like they were crying.

They heard a call from far away, over and over again.

Vaguely, they saw a story, witnessed the birth, rise, decline and fall of each civilization, and was buried by yellow sand, which became a very short sentence in the history book.

This song is very heavy, making their already exhausted spirits even more depressing...

Suona master Tong Yuan was shocked beyond measure.

Looking at Zhou Yang shrouded in light, he seemed to see an incredible rise in a trance.

He is so young and so talented, his future...

Tong Yuan shook his head.

She couldn't imagine how far Zhou Yang's future would go, and she even had the illusion that this guy might become a world music master.

She shook her head again.

Just at this time……

"Hey hey, hey yo..."

She heard the melody of the Gaina flute, Zhou Yang seemed to be imitating something, and suddenly sang a tune in a low voice with a strange voice.

In the tune, she vaguely saw that the history that was buried by the wind and sand was rendered by the music.

After Zhou Yang chanted in a low voice, he sat back in his seat.

John Williams clenched his fists tightly, and the excitement in his heart gradually disappeared along with the melody.

A song that elevates a person, especially one of John Williams' stature, is absolutely bullshit.

But John Williams fell into a kind of reflection. Looking at Zhou Yang, he always felt that Zhou Yang was expressing something with music.

"The Last of the Mohicans"...

Thinking of the bloody and barbaric history of Laomei, my heart suddenly became mixed.

Civilization and liberty, peace and lighthouses are just a way to disguise plunder...

Zhou Yang, on the other hand, used music to tear apart all civilizations, and in the end there were only waves of wailing and bones left.

A song ends.

John Williams felt lost.

Song Yiyi lowered her head and returned the score to Zhou Yang.

It's just that there are ripples in the beautiful eyes, and there is a trace of obsession in the eyes, but it disappears quickly in the end.

The hall became silent.

Everyone looked at Zhou Yang.

"Zhou Yang...I, am I okay?"

"no problem."

"Oh, I'm a little tired, I'll go back and have a rest first?"

"it is good."

The person who broke the silence was Song Yiyi. She looked at Zhou Yang and tried her best to keep herself calm.

"This song is really good! Zhou Yang, you are amazing!"

When she saw the other party nodding, she felt somewhat disappointed inexplicably, but she still put away the gana flute and praised Zhou Yang deeply, as if she felt that there was something missing, she suddenly added with a smile. One sentence: "Of course, I also owe a lot of credit. After all, I have played for you countless times... When you are free, you must have a good meal! Haha."

"No problem, Teacher Song!"

Song Yiyi's smile was like a silver bell, extremely sweet, and after greeting everyone in the concert hall one by one, Song Yiyi finally turned and left with a smile on her face.

She walked out and was illuminated by the sun...

The original smile suddenly became stiff, then sat down in the car and lowered his head.

"Miss Song, are you okay?"

Seeing Song Yiyi's abnormal behavior, the driver asked him intimately.

But Song Yiyi didn't respond for a long time.

There are many good things in this world, and there are also many good people who make people look forward to...

But inevitably there will always be a little bit of regret...

The car starts.

Song Yiyi looked up at the music hall that was getting farther and farther outside the car window, and when it was finally blurred to the point where she couldn't see clearly, she smiled again.

His era is just beginning!

As his friend, she should feel happy for him.

The higher he stood and the farther he walked, the more happy I should be for him.

His efforts are worthy of applause.

but……

It seems that he is no longer the young man who blushed when he said a few words in front of him, and faltered when he was teased...

Already, not anymore...

　There is only one update today, the plot is not easy to write~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)