Cross talk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is built under the stage

Chapter 274 Song Yi has become an aunt? 【Subscribe】

Whether they are studying folk art or medicine, they all have a common problem, that is, they are very concerned about age.

Age is experience, age is experience.

This is indeed a very normal view.

But sometimes being older may just be a long time, and being young may not necessarily be worthless.

So around this group of little girls, Song Yi, who was about to enter the classroom, felt a little angry after feeling the atmosphere.

A mouthful of silver teeth creaked and creaked.

Because it shows that you don't trust your boyfriend's ability.

And it feels really uncomfortable.

Play small to study.

With more than ten years of stage experience, and such a good talent, she, Song Yi, knows it very well.

But they really don't understand at all.

But after a while, her anger dissipated a lot, and then followed into the classroom, anyway, it will be reflected in time.

Not in a hurry either.

And after they go in.

The parents of these little girls were still gathered outside the door. Anyone who followed in was aware of the age issue.

After Gao Feng noticed the expressions of the parents, he also felt quite happy.

I didn't expect Qi Yuncheng to be looked down upon sometimes, but he didn't explain much, and he couldn't explain it.

Because there is a high probability that they will not believe it.

At the same time, he won't say what Yuncheng's achievements are, that's unnecessary.

So I spoke.

"Well, let's take a look at today's class first. Whether the teacher is good or not is up to you to decide."

At this moment, the parents who were learning cross talk all entered the first classroom one after another, and then the dozen or so looked at each other.

In fact, they don’t even know each other, but they exchanged a few words with each other when they came here, and the children are all learning drums.

Then there is someone with a familiar face.

So they are looking at each other's faces or meanings.

In the end, there was no other way, and everyone hurriedly followed in.

This classroom is very ordinary, nothing more than relatively few desks, after all, there are not many people.

And Qi Yuncheng also called these little girls to sit down together, and confirmed their names one by one, and at the same time confirmed their backgrounds.

This thing has to be asked.

It's just that if it's human, there must be good and bad, and we need to take their differences into account so as not to fail to keep up.

That's when he asked.

The side of the classroom by the window.

An elderly parent sat and watched, really worried about whether this young child could teach their granddaughter or granddaughter well.

So the eyes have been following.

Song Yi didn't think too much about what he said, and sat quietly near the group of parents.

But as soon as she sat down, it was impossible for the people around her not to be curious about what a beautiful girl she was, who was completely out of tune with them.

So ask.

"Girl, how old are you this year?"

"22."

"Then which one did you bring?"

The old man sat beside him out of curiosity, but Song Yi didn't explain that he was here to join in the fun, so he leaned up on purpose and pointed at Qi Yuncheng.

"The nicest one."

"Oh!"

The old man who asked the question turned his head and searched for it in an instant.

But Song Yi was secretly happy in his heart.

Because she wasn't talking about Qi Yuncheng, anyway, they can guess whatever they like.

But for a while.

There were many voices in this crowd.

"Have you ever learned these things, your granddaughter?"

"I have learned it. I was sent to learn folk art when I was six years old. I have a solid foundation. I also teach well. I am an old gentleman.

It's just that I didn't expect that this time Jingyun Dagu taught a young man.

This is not as old as my son. "

"I don't know. I have listened to the drum for many years and never thought that such a young man can teach people."

"My family is interested in these and just happened to sign up. I want to try it, but don't delay it."

There are all kinds of remarks.

It's not surprising, they think their baby is powerful, so how could they not think too much about it.

Where did Qi Yuncheng in the classroom hear this? He was still learning about these children.

After understanding almost.

I really have to lament one thing, that is, kids these days are too introverted.

Almost all have a little base.

Of course, this basis refers to the basis of singing, not a complete novice.

But even so, it is impossible for him to start teaching directly.

To learn Jingyun Dagu, the first thing to learn is not to sing, but to play drums and boards.

If you choose between the two, you have to start learning from playing the board.

Because in the performance of Jingyun Dagu, drumming is usually used for prelude, interlude or some specific transitions.

However, the drum board has to be played from the beginning to the end.

Therefore, it is the drum board that really controls the rhythm, and the drumbeat is also directed by the drum board.

a time.

Qi Yuncheng specially introduced these things to them, and asked them to play without the first time, so they had to know what Jingyun Dagu was.

How it was formed, and then the composition of this board.

In short, some trivial things.

After all, a foundation is what it is.

But after talking for a while, Qi Yuncheng became a little amused, because none of these dozen or so little girls liked to listen.

Sitting behind a desk has no interest at all.

Not long after the summer vacation, they are coming to learn this, how could they be happy.

Fortunately, girls are much better than boys, even if they don't like it very much, they don't make too much trouble.

It's just that I don't want to listen quietly.

See this.

Qi Yuncheng also knew that it was useless to talk too much. He just came here, and in an unfamiliar environment, even if he wanted to learn, he couldn't learn it.

"Then let's not talk about theory today, what do you like?"

After the words fell.

A ten-year-old girl with ponytails muttered, "I like to play and watch TV."

"Yo, that's a coincidence, I like it too, who doesn't like watching TV. Ba la la Xiaomoxian, have you seen it?"

Swish swish!
mention this.

The dozen or so little girls didn't say all of them looked over, at least a lot of them were interested, and their eyes were on this teacher.

Don't know what's wrong with this.

The teacher in the training class still talks about this?

The teachers in the previous training class were all rigid and outrageous.

But they are still young, where to think about these, just ask directly.

"Teacher, do you still like to watch this? Does your child also like to watch it?"

"I'm not a child yet." Qi Yuncheng said standing in front of the children's desks, and at the same time he felt that he really didn't have the talent to be a teacher.

So let's just chat and let Gao Feng change when the time is almost up.

After all, my wife knows a lot of seniors, and there must be some who teach drums.

I once said that if it really doesn't work, I won't hold on to it.

It's only the first day anyway.

The general training class is also mainly to familiarize children with the environment rather than start teaching, so this is completely fine.

"Then teacher, you like to watch it yourself, really?" An eight-year-old girl in a flower-colored skirt also followed. She is probably the youngest here.

But it's so cute, with a baby voice, and the braids are beautifully tied.

"What's the point? Anyway, just watch it if you like it."

Of course, Qi Yuncheng liked to watch it when he was a child, but that's all he can say at the moment, otherwise they wouldn't believe it.

Because it is now 2011, and this TV came out in 08.

"Teacher, which one do you like?"

"Yan Lili!" Qi Yuncheng said

"Teacher, why do you like her? She's a bad person."

"That's right! How can you like her? You fight against them everywhere, and you even do a lot of bad things."

"Teacher, are you okay?"

"Are we watching a TV?"

……

Maybe it was because they didn't want to hear the point, the chatterbox of this group of little guys instantly opened up, and they didn't frown when they talked about the theory before.

But that sentence, teacher, are you okay? It almost touched his heart, and the childish words belonged.

And quite normal.

They must care about the plot, but Qi Yuncheng is different as a boy.

But just when they had a good chat.

The parents and Song Yi a few meters away couldn't figure out what they were talking about, and they were chattering.

It doesn't look like a class at all.

All of a sudden, these parents were vaguely sure of something.

At this time, Gao Feng also took a look outside, but his expression was different from that of the parents. To be honest, the atmosphere was much better than teaching dead books.

So he took a look and left, because he was very confident in Qi Yuncheng and wasn't worried at all.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk, you have more than a dozen mouths, I can't talk to you."

Qi Yuncheng shook his head helplessly, but after a while he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Would you like to see the clothes you wore when you sang the drum?"

"Does it look good?"

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

Qi Yuncheng didn't adjust any photo albums, and directly turned on the screen saver of his mobile phone. That's right, it was Song Yi wearing a cheongsam.

"This is the costume worn by ordinary adult actors. You can't wear it, but you can wear nice clothes. It is estimated that there will be a performance after two months of study."

In an instant, the dozen or so little girls all stood up to watch.

It is indeed beautiful at first glance.

And a little girl sitting right in front of Qi Yuncheng was still supporting the table with both hands, while watching with a surprised expression on her face.

"Teacher, this auntie is so beautiful. I know this one. My father told me that it looks like blue and white porcelain."

"Yes, it's blue and white porcelain, eh, wait, auntie?"

Good guy, this aunt caught him off guard.

I thought I made a mistake and put someone else's photo, so I quickly turned my phone to take a look, and found that it was right, it was Song Yi.

Then he turned his gaze slightly to Song Yi who was at the far end of the classroom. Song Yi naturally stared at her boyfriend.

Qi Yuncheng looked back with a complicated expression, and repeated, "Yes, this auntie is very beautiful. You will also come in nice clothes when the time comes.

But if you wear nice clothes, you can't just stand there.

Need to know something.

Otherwise, why do your parents pay for it? "

"Then teacher, the big drum is something."

"Okay, did I just say it in vain? Haven't you heard of it?"

For a while, among the dozen or so little girls, five or six shook their heads, as if they really didn't know what Jingyun Dagu was.

At most, I know the drums to beat.

"In this case, let me bring you one, at least let you know what kind of folk art it is."

While talking, Qi Yuncheng went to get the drums, drum shuttlecocks, and boards beside him, all of which had already been prepared nearby.

Even he went to get this, and a few more wanted to help.

But how dare they let them do it, but when Qi Yuncheng moved the drum, he saw this vision.

Although it is said that the oldest children here are twelve or thirteen.

But the average is really around ten years old, or even younger.

But for girls around ten or twenty-three, there is a generation gap.

This age has already entered junior high school, and the girl is not too tall, and she can understand everything.

Unlike ordinary novels, Twelve and Thirteen are still coquettish, with all kinds of coquettish appearances.

It's just that it hasn't bloomed yet and is very young.

At the same time, it was like this, the oldest girl, sitting in the back row sullenly, with her hands crossed over her chest, as if she shouldn't be here.

"Hey!"

It's not that Qi Yuncheng has never been to school. In fact, the students in a class are afraid of such students with very different personalities, but it cannot be ruled out that they were really forced to learn folk art.

However, he who has no teaching experience really doesn't know what to do. It seems that he really can't do it.

Another teacher might know how to deal with it.

(End of this chapter)