A knock on the door soon came, and Huang Dingding ran to open the door. There was a young old lady with short hair and glasses standing outside the door, looking in her early fifties.

"Xiao Gu is here, hurry up and sit in the house." Mr. Jiang greeted warmly.

"Sister, are there any customers at home?" The old lady frowned slightly at the shaved Huang Zhong.

Mr. Jiang casually explained: "It was my disciple Huang Zhong who was not doing his job properly and went to the Journey to the West crew to mess around. Xiao Yang caught him and played Tang Sanzang."

In front of the gentleman, these fifties are of course younger generations.

"Hello, Teacher Gu." Huang Zhong also said hello.

"Hello Xiao Huang." Teacher Gu did not look down on Huang Zhong because he was young, because Sister Jiang said just now that this is her disciple.

Of course, Teacher Gu knew that disciples and students were two completely different concepts.

I sat on the sofa, Huang Zhong wanted to make tea, but Teacher Gu drank boiled water, but Huang Ding Ding was winking and handed over a big apple.

"Children are so sensible, you can eat."

Teacher Gu touched Xiao Sheniu's head, and then he talked to Mr. Jiang about the serious matter, "Sister, the song "Sunset Red" has been made. You are really a treasure sword. It's so appropriate to sing this song."

Mr. Jiang smiled and waved his hand: "Xiaogu, you came here not only for this matter, right?"

Teacher Gu held his glasses with his hands: "Sister, that's the case. The students in my class still have a few good seedlings. If you have time, go and teach them and ask the children to gain insight.

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Oh, Huang Zhong finally remembered who the little old lady in front of him was. No wonder he looked familiar when he entered the door. Isn’t this Teacher Gu Jianfen!

Contact this teacher’s deeds. I guess he is starting to run Gu Jianfen Vocal School and ask the teacher to come out to teach.

If you say that Teacher Gu is really amazing, he just sold his property and borrowed it, and raised 50,000 yuan, and almost lost everything to start a training class.

The students in her training class do not need to pay tuition fees, and they can also receive a 45 yuan meal allowance every month.

Later, these people came out of this training class: Huanzi, Amao, Weiwei, Cheng Lin, Su Hong, Jie Xiaodong, Yehenaraying and Yang Sanshier, etc.

This cannot be described as a bull. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a legend.

Mr. Jiang still looked at Teacher Gu with a smile: "Xiao Gu, logic is that you have paid so much for your music career, and you have contributed so much to your money and efforts. I must help you, but I am old and have no energy after all."

The word disappointment was immediately written on Teacher Gu's face. She had communicated with Sister Jiang several times. It seemed that there was really no hope. After all, Sister Jiang was talking about the truth, and she couldn't force others to do anything.

"However, I can recommend someone to you." Mr. Jiang said that Teacher Gu was excited again.

She excitedly helped the frame: "Sister, there must be no problem with the person you recommend, who is it?"

Mr. Jiang pointed at Huang Zhong who was picking leeks: "It's him."

Ah? Teacher Gu couldn't help but be stunned. This is too young, and he is not as old as some of the students in her class?

Huang Dingding was also squatting on the ground, picking leeks with his father. He raised his little face and suddenly said, "My father is very awesome!"

Huang Zhong, who was sitting on the small stool, was also stunned: Why is there something wrong with me?

Now even Teacher Gu laughed, and Mr. Jiang also said while laughing: "That sunset is red, the lyrics and music are created by me, my disciple."

Teacher Gu's eyes lit up when he heard this, but then he thought again: There is only one work, but it is still a little too thin.

The room was quiet, and there was only a sharp thud sound from the tape recorder, which was playing the Yungong Xunyin.

Teacher Gu's fingers gently clasped on the wooden handrail of the sofa, which was her habit when thinking about problems.

However, as I knocked, the music was deviated and I couldn't help but start the beat.

When the song ended, Teacher Gu couldn't help asking: "Okay, magnificent and has the style of a big man. Sister, what kind of music is this?"

"It's me, my disciple, who matches the opening song for Journey to the West." Mr. Jiang said slowly.

Then the recorder rang out the melody of asking where the way was, and the singing of unknown who it was.

"Is this also Xiao Huang's work?" Teacher Gu was really shocked.

Mr. Jiang still nodded with a smile, looking at Huang Zhong with a look of relief.

With a bang, Teacher Gu slapped his palm on the handrail of the sofa, and he stood up: "It's so terrifying for the younger generation, the younger generation is so terrifying for the younger generation, Teacher Xiao Huang, on behalf of the students of the training class, I solemnly invite you to join."

Her name for Huang Zhong also became Teacher Huang.

Speaking with works is also the answer made by Mr. Jiang.

Huang Zhong’s foundation is too shallow. As a gentleman, he must of course help if he can.

Huang Zhong could naturally feel the teacher's feelings, so how could he refuse?

Moreover, Teacher Gu’s training class can be said to be the cradle of future singers, and Huang Zhong also wants to see it.

The only thing I worry about now is the time issue. I have to go with the group and the soundtrack, and I also have to go to college. Huang Zhong feels a little too lazy to split.

Teacher Gu thought Huang Zhong had some concerns, so he hurriedly said, "Teacher Xiao Huang, although our training class is simple, there are still benefits that we should have. For example, Teacher Jin Tielin went to our class, and one class costs 15 yuan.

, I will follow this standard. There is a little less. We have limited conditions, I hope you can understand."

"Teacher Gu, you are too polite. I am just afraid that there will be insufficient time and delay your affairs." Huang Zhong quickly expressed his opinion. He also respected the young old lady in front of him.

In the 1980s, I only got 50,000 yuan to run a class. What kind of courage and courage does this mean? It should be the same type of person as Director Yang?

Thinking of Director Yang, looking at Teacher Gu, who is similar to Director Yang's age, Huang Zhong couldn't help but mutter: Why are you looking for me all the old ladies?

Teacher Gu looked at Huang Zhong, and the more he looked, the happier he felt: he happened to be about the same age as the students, and they were all young people, so he would definitely be able to get along.

She also sincerely hopes that among her students, a group of creative singers can emerge, and this teacher Huang is the best candidate.

After half a lifetime of music, Teacher Gu certainly knows that creative singers are more competitive and artistic life will last longer.

With Mr. Jiang's intentional matchmaking, the matter was determined like this. Teacher Gu did not have high requirements for Huang Zhong. He would go to the training class if he had time. Anyway, other professors were responsible for the professional matters of singing and ear training.

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She mainly hopes that Huang Zhong can bring some inspiration and help to the students in lyrics and songwriting.

After sending off Mr. Gu who was satisfied, Huang Zhong looked at him and said nothing more to thank him. Just remember these things in your heart.

Everyone was sitting at the table to make dumplings, Huang Zhong was responsible for rolling the dough, others made the money, and there was also an aunt who cooked and worked in the kitchen.

Huang Dingding also sat there making dumplings as if he was decent, rubbing a little snow-white flour on his nose, which looked even more cute.

At noon, when he heard a knock on the door, Huang Dingding ran to open the door again.

Seeing an old man in his seventies enter the door, Huang Dingding blinked: "Are you Grandpa Qian?"

Mr. Qian held the certificate in his arms and reached out to touch Huang Dingding's head: "That's right, little guy, you're Dingding, right?"

Huang Ding slit his chin and showed a flower-like smile on his face: "Hello Grandpa Qian!"

"Old Qian!" Huang Zhong also quickly stood up and said hello.

Mr. Qian looked at Huang Zhong: "It's Xiao Huang, he's so old, right? My daughter can open the door for me."

This is an approachable old man, dressed very simply, and he didn't care at all that he was a meritorious person.

After entering the house, the old man took out a stack of cash from his pocket and put it on the coffee table. He happily held the certificate of award: "The old rules, the money belongs to you, and the prize belongs to me."

This is the tacit understanding of an elderly couple who have been together for nearly half a century, which is described as the couple's deep love is not enough.

Moreover, the combination of the two is quite legendary.

Back then, the Jiang family and the Qian family were family friends. The Jiang family had five golden flowers. The Qian family had only one only son, so the two agreed to adopt Mr. Jiang to the Qian family as their daughter, so the two became brothers and sisters.
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But later the Jiang family missed their daughter and wanted to go back again.

Twenty years later, when Qian was in her thirties, she was already a tenured professor of MIT. She achieved success and fame, but she was single.

Mr. Jiang became a musician, and both sides have achieved remarkable achievements in their respective fields.

Later, the Qian family entrusted Mr. Jiang to help his brother find a girlfriend. As a science and engineering man, Mr. Qian said honestly that he liked this sister.

So a beautiful marriage was formed.

Looking at the two white-haired old men, Huang Zhong was respectful and admired.

"Grandpa is so rich, no wonder his surname is Qian." Huang Dingding seemed to have discovered some amazing secret again.

Both old men were amused and laughed. They felt that there was a little guy at home and that there was more laughter.

Qian washed his hands and sat down to make dumplings. The two old men sat side by side. The years dyed their hair white and made their faces grow old, but some things can never be changed.

A sudden impulse surged in Huang Zhong's heart. He wiped his hands, sat next to the piano, took a deep breath, and sang gently:

Because I pass by your path, because of the suffering of suffering,

So be happy with your happiness, chase your pursuit...

Maybe it may not be easy to leave in this life,

Maybe with the road of companionship, I will be busier in this life;

So I held hands and walked together in the next life,

So with a companionship, there is no time to look back.
Chapter completed!