[Rebirth] Symphony Philharmonic

Xia Ziqiang's penis had been red and swollen for several days before it healed. When his mother helped him take a bath at night, there was another burst of horrific screams, which made everyone in the yard gather to watch the fun.

Wei He's grandmother yelled into their house, "Xia's daughter-in-law, are you beating the child again?"

Xia Ziqiang's mother immediately responded from the inside, "I don't know, this damn child, I don't know where he went wild again, how could this happen."

He didn't go into details, but Wei He knew it, so he ran over and shouted, "Ah Qiang fell when we went to the bookstore in the afternoon."

His grandmother hurriedly pushed Wei He back, "Go, go, don't join in the fun, go play your piano."

"Grandma, you have to believe my words, don't let Ah Qiang be beaten to death."

"All right, all right, play your piano quickly."

The keys of the piano were slammed down, producing high-pitched timbres.

The cello and violin boxes were gathering dust upstairs.

He was going to be qualified to learn other musical instruments when his father came next time, and when he thought of this, he felt restless and impatient.

Time passed between Wei He playing the score and going to the video store to listen to the music.

At the end of August, Wei He and a group of children who were about to enter elementary school ushered in an important day.

There are still two days before leaving school. The school has a rule that they must first take a preliminary test. The teacher asks some questions, and the students go in one by one to answer them.

When Wei He arrived at the school, it was noisy outside and the crowd was crowded. Most of them were two parents who came with their children and gathered in front of the teaching building waiting to report their names.

Classes have not yet been divided, so many parents ask their children to answer the questions well. On the plus side, they firmly believe that this basic test is the key to being assigned to a good class.

Xia Ziqiang's mother came earlier with Xia Ziqiang, occupying a powerful terrain.

The teacher at the door of a classroom pushed his glasses and just called Xia Ziqiang's name, his mother raised her hand and shouted, "Here, here." Then she patted the child on the shoulder, "Answer well, otherwise the class will ask you to give me a good answer." It's all people who bully you."

The fool nodded with tears in his eyes, gritted his teeth and rushed in.

After a while, the teacher who reported his name called out, "Ning Feishen, is Ning Feishen here?"

But no one answered.

Wei He looked around, but he did not see those eye-catching emerald eyes, thinking that this person is really casual, if he doesn't come to such an important test, he doesn't want to be assigned to a better class.

Even if he didn't want to be in the same class as himself, wouldn't he want to be in the same class with his cousin Zhuang Zixian?

He thought so only because he happened to see that innocent face, Zhuang Zixian even smiled at him, but Wei He turned his face away and ignored it.

Soon it was Wei He's turn. When he walked in, Xia Ziqiang just came out with a flushed face, as if he thought he answered well.

The layout in the classroom is very simple, ordinary tables and chairs, podium and blackboard, the tables and chairs are stacked on both sides of the wall, covered with a thin layer of dust.

"Come, sit here." The young teacher winked at Wei He and asked him to sit on the stool opposite.

Wei He also blinked. He found that he didn't seem to remember clearly what happened in elementary school. Is this person a music teacher?

"What's your name? How old are you?"

"Isn't it written in the information? You read it all and then asked me."

"Can't you answer it well? This is also stipulated by the principal to test whether the students' IQ is deficient." The teacher explained, so he repeated the question, "What's your name, and how old are you?"

"Wei He, 7 years old this year."

The teacher took a pen and drew a hook on the paper, "Are you Teacher Wei's son?"

Wei He nodded, realizing that the man was talking about his father.

"Then you should be very proficient in musical instruments, then you should be the art committee member of the class."

Wei He was taken aback for a moment, "So fast?" Then he realized a new question, "Are you the head teacher?"

The young teacher smiled, "That's right. Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Chu. You can just call me Teacher Chu from now on." After speaking, he tapped his pen again and restrained his smile.

"Let's ask a few more simple questions." Teacher Chu pondered for a while, "What is one plus one?"

"Two." Wei He answered quickly.

"What is five plus five?"

"ten."

"What about two plus eighteen?"

"twenty."

Teacher Chu wrote down on the paper again, "Excellent in mathematics, can be qualified as a mathematics class representative."

"Do you usually have any hobbies?"

Wei He thought for a while, "Play the piano."

"Can this be considered a hobby? The children of musicians are really different."

"Then change it to another one. I quite like watching other people play the piano."

As soon as Mr. Chu became interested, he thought that it would be different for children who have been influenced by music since childhood. He asked cautiously, "Who? Mr. Kong or Mr. Wu?"

Wei He shook his head, "These few haven't paid much attention recently."

"Could it be that only European and American ones are eye-catching?" Teacher Chu also became a little interested when he mentioned music, forgetting about serious things.

Wei He's mind is filled with only the image of Ning Feishen's pale and powerful fingers flying around on the black and white keys. Of course, this kind of thing can't be said now.

He said perfunctorily, "Well, I like Mr. Ma's performance better. It is very elegant and calm, with a sense of tranquil beauty."

When Teacher Chu heard it, he continued to record, "The language is beautiful, and I can be a study committee member."

Wei He was a little puzzled, "You teach music, why can you also become a class teacher?" Aren't they usually Chinese and math teachers and the like.

The man admitted generously, "I have a backstage!"

After that, I asked some small questions about myself, and chatted about music by the way. Halfway through the chat, the teacher who announced his name knocked on the door and came in with his head, "Your group time is too long, the students in the class There are still a few more."

Teacher Chu waved his hand, "This round will be finished soon, and I can finish the rest soon."

"Well, don't delay my get off work."

Wei He said goodbye to Teacher Chu with a smile, "Goodbye, Teacher."

"Well, see you in two days."

After Wei He walked out of the classroom, there were not many people outside. There were a few children playing basketball on the basketball court. The playground of the school at this time was still very old, and the ground was paved with sand, and small stones would fall when running. Into the shoes, there will be yellow dust.

Xia Ziqiang's mother did not wait for him, and left long ago.

Wei He walked out of the school gate alone. Forget it, it was just a little way anyway, but he felt a little lonely for some reason.

The campus has started to play music for employees after get off work, the classic "For Alice", Wei He has listened to this song for six years, and it has never changed.

Teacher Chu Xiangchu, who was the head teacher for the first time, directly sorted out the recorded files and contents after asking the last student, and wanted to arrange the situation in the class.

A shadow suddenly appeared at the door.

He looked up, and saw a little boy with black hair and blue eyes standing at the door and looking at him, "Teacher, I'm late." He still spoke very respectfully, which immediately made Chu Xiang feel good about him.

He looked at the list and asked, "Is it Ning Feishen?" The only student in the class whose file is still blank.

The child at the door nodded without too much expression on his face.

**

After spending a day at school, Wei He is still a bit tired.

He took a shower and played the music not long ago, picked a slightly difficult score and went upstairs. Grandma called to him, "Aren't you going to practice for a while today?"

"No practice, I will make up for it tomorrow."

"I'm going to the flower shop tomorrow, Gouwa is good at home."

"Okay." Wei He replied obediently.

His grandmother also went to bed early, and their house was pitch-black in the yard, and there were two foolish screams from the next door from time to time.

Wei He imagined that he was playing on a huge stage, and thought of Ning Feishen commanding the world with a baton. After thinking for a while, he fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the song I was going to practice yesterday was still echoing in my mind, and I actually had a general understanding of the song, and my understanding was somewhat in-depth.

Grandma ran out early in the morning and forgot to leave food for him, so Wei He had to go out hungry to find food.

Xia Ziqiang is unreliable. His mother is resting today, and she is very strict with others at home. She is about to go to elementary school, and she brought back a bunch of textbooks from nowhere. on the starting line.

There was another incident of students beating others before, and now a group of parents gathered around the gate of the primary school, saying that they wanted to seek justice for the students who were bullied, but they were actually worried about their own children.

In such a small town, there is only one elementary school, and only one middle school and high school, both of which are public, and when the time comes, the same people will be crowded together, and there is nothing new about going to a school.

Wei He was about to go to the supermarket to buy some biscuits with ten yuan in his pocket, but he was startled by the grand scene at the school gate.

The housewives who finished their housework made their own small flags and held them up high, with the words "strongly demand the expulsion of violent elements" written on them.

A bald-headed teacher explained earnestly, "This is nine-year compulsory education, and the school cannot reject any student."

"Then at least isolate those poor students."

"Someone has suggested this every time, but there is no way, the school is so big, even if I say it has been quarantined, you don't believe me, right?"

"We don't care, we must give our children a better future."

"If you want a better future, you should send him to a better elementary school."

After talking about it, the two rooms were at a stalemate and almost started to scold.

Wei He ran away quickly, walked around to the park, walked through the tunnel, and came to Wenshan Supermarket.

The supermarket is currently unloading goods, Wei He bought a piece of bread, and when he was at the snack shop, he saw Tangtang and Li Zhen who had met in the park from a distance.

He greeted them, but the two people over there took two steps back as if they were facing an enemy.

Wei He smiled.

I saw that throwing a bunch of unknown species of bugs into the badminton racket case is quite useful. If you want to protect your weaknesses, there will be people who are cold-hearted.