Huang Zhong stretched out his long and stretched, this was his most satisfying work so far.

I am no longer a porter, but a supervisor.

Under his overall guidance, a group of students worked together to complete the creation.

Although the students stayed up all night, they were even more excited than Huang Zhong, because this was the first time in their lives that they had seen their efforts bear fruit overnight.

This sense of accomplishment makes everyone feel deeply obsessed and even a little addicted.

"Teacher Huang, you should sign the lyrics and music of this song." Cheng Lin was the most excited one. She knew that she had completed a transformation.

Huang Zhong smiled and waved his hand: "This song is very special. It was created together, so I won't enjoy it alone."

"Then write our names on it." The Sheepwolf thought this was not bad.

"Xiao Dongzi, your idea is not good, how can you write a string of names?" A Mao immediately raised objections.

Huang Zhong is still experienced: "We are a gang now, no, we belong to a team, so we can just take the name of the group."

Everyone couldn't help but lit up their eyes, and they instantly felt a strong sense of belonging, so they started to study it all over the place.

With too many people, it is certainly not easy to unify opinions, and everyone discussed it very fiercely.

Jie Xiaodong advocates using a more domineering name, such as the Forbidden City.

Huanzi wants to use literary names, such as Yangchun Baixue.

Just as he was about to make a noise, he saw Huang Dingding walking out with the back of his hands rubbing his eyes, and the little guy woke up.

The little man also has a say: "We have a small choir in the alley. This is my small courtyard, otherwise it is called the name Xiaoyuan?"

It seems to be really good, the name Xiaoyuan is quite down-to-earth.

The alleys spend winter and summer, and the courtyards are composed of spring and autumn.

Huang Zhong looked at the small courtyard outside his window and felt a sense of accomplishment.

So Cheng Lin picked up his pen and wrote a line of words on the music score: Works of the Xiaoyuan Team.

Then a few people started to hum excitedly. The song Xintianyou became more and more touching.

"Teacher Huang, what style do you think our song belongs to?" Huanzi humbly asked for advice.

"In the current official definition, it is a popular song. For ourselves, it is a popular song. If you really want to talk about style, it is the harvest of your style from the northwest. The one you write about is also a northwest style, so it is called the northwest style."

Huang Zhong felt that it was necessary to propose the concept of northwest wind. He believed that this bold northwest wind was most suitable to become a pioneer in the music industry, breaking through the old shackles and ushering in the spring of pop music.

"Teacher Huang, what do you mean is that we want to make a series?" Huanzi seemed to have grasped the point. Since it is called wind, of course it cannot be a wind.

Huang Zhong nodded: "You are there for two months, so you will definitely not have such a small gain, right?"

Everyone couldn't help but feel happy. Everyone liked this song Xintianyou and wanted to sing it in their hearts.

But a song is really not enough.

Judging from Teacher Huang’s words, I still have to lead them to continue doing it. Wouldn’t that be true?

After I bought breakfast and everyone was full, I yawned and went back.

Huang Zhong also took a rest all morning and was called home to eat by Lao Hu at noon.

In the afternoon, Huang Zhong was going to go to school and get the matter of Chen Li listening first.

"Brother Huang, that's right for us." Old Hu also pushed the bicycle, and Hu Xiaozhou sat on it happily.

The little guy was dressed like a cotton monkey, and he was wearing a cotton hat on his head, and there was a five-pointed star in the middle.

Huang Zhong then remembered that Xiaozhou occasionally went to the Conservatory of Music to study during this period, mainly following Conductor Yang.

He couldn't help but be happy: "Xiaozhou, are we classmates now?"

Hu Xiaozhou's facial features were crowded together and he smiled happily.

So Huang Zhong and Lao Hu set out together, carrying their children behind the car.

Two adults were riding a bicycle in front, and from time to time, the cheerful laughter of Huang Dingding and Hu Xiaozhou came from behind.

They are Houhai here, not far from Qianhai West Street, and they will arrive in a short time.

Huang Zhong arrived at the school gate and was stopped again. He wondered: My hair has grown in the past two months?

Just as he was about to get the student ID, he heard Lao Hu greet the guard behind him: "Lao Guan, Xiao Huang is a student of your school."

Then he was successfully released and entered the school gate. Huang Zhong couldn't help laughing: "Brother Hu, are you more familiar with me?"

"This is not a return trip to Xiaozhou, everyone knows it." Old Hu said happily.

That's true, Hu Xiaozhou's face is really impressive.

Huang Zhong looked at his daughter: Dingding, you still have to work hard, and you can try to wipe your face anywhere you want.

So Huang Dingding asked to follow Lao Hu and the others to the rehearsal room first, and Huang Zhongze went to the teaching building. Since he returned to school, he had to go to his own class to take a look, otherwise it would be unreasonable.

Then Huang Zhong was a little embarrassed: he forgot which classroom his class was?

This is something that is learned and will be laughed at to death if you tell it.

Huang Zhong let out his steps and tiptoed to look for classes one by one in the corridor.

A light cough came from behind him. Huang Zhong turned around and saw that by chance, he quickly called "Teacher An" happily.

Professor An nodded to him: "First go to the office, I'll tell you something."

When he led Huang Zhong to the office door, Professor An said: "The Erhu class is in the third classroom on the second floor. Don't go wrong next time."

Huang Zhong nodded silently, his old face also felt a little hot.

After entering the office, Professor An asked Huang Zhong to sit down on the empty chair next to him. Obviously, he did not really treat Huang Zhong as an ordinary student.

Professor An looked for Huang Zhong, mainly the Erhu song of "Water Lily". He was going to have a school performance at the end of last year. I asked if Huang Zhong would appear on stage to perform?

This song has won praise from many professors in the Department of Folk Music and is unanimously recognized as a rare masterpiece, which can represent the school and participate in performances at all levels and types.

"Why would you better ask other students to exercise more?" Huang Zhong expressed his opinion tactfully.

Anyway, the work belongs to him, that's enough.

Compared with people today, Huang Zhong attaches more importance to copyright.

Even the songs given out have their words first, and the copyright belongs to Huang Zhong.

Professor An also knew that Huang Zhong's level had long been higher than that of ordinary students. If he didn't make it on stage, it would not make much sense, so he nodded and agreed.

The students in the class are all snatching their heads.

Then he reminded me of the final exam, mainly to inform me of the time, and then Huang Zhong would just come and have a walk.

Special talents and special treatment, the school is not old-fashioned in this regard.

In the end, the Conservatory of Music still has to speak with its works.

After Professor An finished speaking, Huang Zhong also mentioned the situation of arranging Chen Li to listen.

Professor An directly took him to the Academic Affairs Office, directly applied for a hearing test, and then posted Chen Li's photo to use it.

It’s still easier for me to do things with my own people, and Huang Zhong also feels that he has found an organization.

This is also his husband, why should he recommend him to go to college first?

Just when Huang Zhong was about to go to the classroom, Professor An told him that the students were all in the rehearsal room preparing for the New Year's Day performance.

The rehearsal room is in the bungalow area, which is relatively remote. Huang Zhong touched it with the sounds of various musical instruments.

Several classrooms are rehearsing the program. It seems that the end of the year is approaching, and teachers and students are really busy.

As he walked, he arrived at the door of a classroom. Huang Zhong couldn't help but frowned. All kinds of musical instruments were playing together, and it was a pot of porridge.

People who play music have very good ears and can tell the difference between Huang Zhong. There are at least a dozen folk music playing inside, such as flute, erhu, guzheng, pipa, yangqin, etc.

But these instruments are all independent and play different tunes. Huang Zhong carefully distinguishes them and there are at least three music.

Moreover, these players seem to be in a bad mood, and the sound of the instruments is as high as they are.

In this way, it would be strange if you don’t mess up.

Huang Zhong seriously doubted whether it was a retired employee of a unit who formed an elderly band that borrowed the school classroom to rehearse?

He couldn't help but shake his head and mutter, "This is not the level, it's just the level of the old man and aunt in the park."

A chuckle came from the side: "Student is aware of it!"

I saw a baby face approaching Huang Zhong. He was so young, just seventeen or eighteen years old.

He smiled on his face and looked very festive: "Student, which department you are from? Look at the face, let's meet my name. My name is Feng Xiaoquan."

"Huang Zhong, from the Erhu class."

Huang Zhong shook hands with the other party: "What's going on inside?"

Feng Xiaoquan waved his hand with a smile: "The gods are fighting. In order to grab the territory, several groups of people are competing. Huang Zhong, it is very dangerous inside now, so you must not go in."

So, Huang Zhong also understands a little.

Feng Xiaoquan felt that the name Huang Zhong sounded a little familiar, and he couldn't remember it for a while.
To be continued...