The heavens set sail from the courtyard

In the evening, Tong Wenjie came to pick up her son after get off work. Fang Yifan was still excited and told everyone he had absolute pitch.

Tong Wenjie didn't know what absolute pitch was, so she asked her best friend Song Qian.

After Song Qian explained to her, Tong Wenjie's face immediately darkened.

"The same goes for Fangyuan. You asked Fanfan to go see the art exam teacher without consulting me beforehand!" Tong Wenjie said with a dark face:
"Is the person Qiao Weidong is looking for reliable? Why does this absolute sound sound so mysterious to me?"

Song Qian said: "Qiao Weidong shouldn't dare to fool around with such a big matter! Besides, Fanfan is just going to meet someone today, which is similar to an interview. He has not officially decided to take the art exam."

Tong Wenjie said angrily: "What kind of art exam are you taking? With Fanfan's score, I don't have enough time to take extra cultural classes. If I distract myself from studying this and that, how can I take the college entrance examination?"

Fangyuan sometimes does things one by one, which is unrealistic. "

Seeing that her best friend was so angry, Song Qian did not choose to add fuel to the fire, but patiently explained.

"The admission score for cultural courses in art colleges is not high. You can get into 211 with a score of around [-]."

"Really?" Tong Wenjie was stunned. She really didn't pay attention to this before.

Song Qian smiled and said: "With Fanfan's academic performance, if you work hard, it won't be difficult to pass the scores of art colleges. The main thing is to pass the art exam!"

"That won't work either." Tong Wenjie said: "Fanfan has never learned vocal music and dance before, and now he is just trying to make ends meet. Is it okay?"

Song Qian also worried: "I think so too. Many children learn dance and vocal music since childhood, and they may not be able to pass the art exam.

Wang Yidi, who was in Yingzi and Fanfan's class, had been studying for more than ten years and wanted to take the Nortel exam. "

Tong Wenjie sighed: "I think Fanfan can concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination. I always feel that the art test is not suitable for him."

Fang Yifan, who had been eavesdropping, stopped and walked out excitedly and said to Tong Wenjie: "Mom, I want to take the art exam."

Tong Wenjie and Song Qian looked at Fang Yifan, who looked serious, and wondered, "Are you crazy? Do you know what the art exam is about?"

Fang Yifan said: "I asked Wang Yidi that the dance and music arts exams only consist of a written test and an interview. The written test is very simple, and the main part is the interview."

Tong Wenjie was very surprised. She didn't expect her son to be really interested in the art exam.

"Fanfan, do you really want to take the art exam?" Tong Wenjie hesitated.

Song Qian advised: "Fanfan, you have to think clearly. When you take the art exam, you will have to study more items, and it may be more difficult than now."

"I'm not afraid of hard work. I like singing and dancing." Fang Yifan said righteously.

Tong Wenjie thought for a long time and said: "This matter has to wait until your father comes back. We can talk about it after we discuss it. If you really have that absolute sense of pitch, it is not impossible to consider it."

Fang Yifan said happily: "Mom, you are so kind."

Tong Wenjie said impatiently: "Go pack your things quickly, let's go home."

Fang Yifan happily packed his schoolbag.

"Are you really planning to let Fanfan take the art exam?" Song Qian asked her best friend.

"Let me check with the teacher first. Does the Wang Yidi you just mentioned have contact information?" Tong Wenjie said rationally.

"I have Wang Yidi's mother's phone number, but as far as I know, art exam training is very expensive." Song Qian took out her mobile phone and sent Wang Yidi's mother's phone number to Tong Wenjie.

"Wang Yidi received training since he was a child. I heard that it cost his family more than 100 million?"

Tong Wenjie asked in surprise: "It costs so much to train an art candidate?"

Song Qian nodded and said: "It mainly depends on what kind of teacher you find. Some art exam training teachers cost several thousand yuan per class!"

Tong Wenjie was shocked by the training fee. She never expected that the art exam fee would be so high.

"You should discuss it with Fangyuan when you go back. The art exam is not a trivial matter." Song Qian warned.

Tong Wenjie nodded seriously and asked Fang Yifan to go home for dinner.

In the evening, while Fang Yifan was taking a shower, Tong Wenjie called Wang Gang.

"What do you think about Fanfan's art exam?"

"If a child really has that talent and wants to learn, of course we as parents must help him." Wang Gang said without hesitation.

"Do you know how much it costs to train an art candidate?" Tong Wenjie worried: "You resigned and were compensated more than 100 million, but you can't do this!"

Wang Gang explained patiently: "For truly talented children, the training fees for art exams are not as expensive as you think. Those who really spend a lot of money are those who are not talented."

Seeing that her husband had made up his mind, Tong Wenjie sighed: "Fanfan is going to test that absolute pitch. I have to be there so he doesn't get fooled." "Is it easy for your company to ask for leave? You have already asked for leave to attend your sister's funeral." Take less time off and don’t delay your work!” Wang Gang reminded.

"Work is not as important as Fanfan's future. In the past few days, I have to find some connections to ask people. What is the future for this art candidate after graduation?"

Tong Wenjie is rational, but she is still skeptical about Fang Yifan's participation in the art exam. She is most afraid that her son will only be popular for three minutes, so as not to delay the college entrance examination.

Wang Gang also knew that it was normal for Tong Wenjie to be worried. After all, no one would have thought that Fang Yifan was so talented that he could pass the art exam after two months of training.

As a mother, there are many things to consider for her son, and she cannot just follow his temper.

The next day, Tong Wenjie contacted Wang Yidi's mother and asked her to meet at Song Qian's home.

Wang Yidi lives in Shuxiang Yayuan, so it is more convenient to go to Song Qian's place.

Tong Wenjie asked for help and bought some gifts to take with her.

Wang Yidi is a very beautiful girl, slim and graceful. She has been studying dance and vocal music all year round, and she has a literary and artistic atmosphere.

Tong Wenjie liked Wang Yidi very much when she saw him.

Wang Yidi's mother was very enthusiastic and a bit familiar, and she knew everything about Tong Wenjie's consultation on the art exam.

"This art exam is actually much more difficult than the college entrance exam. Not only does it require majors, but it also requires a physical examination. All in all, it's very difficult."

Wang Yidi's mother took out a stack of paper and said to Tong Wenjie and Song Qian: "This is our family's class schedule for Di Di. You can refer to it."

Tong Wenjie took a look at the class schedule and was shocked when she saw the densely packed courses.

In addition to school classes, Wang Yidi also takes private vocal lessons, dance classes, acting classes, and physical fitness classes, which almost fills up all his time.

"Didi is working so hard!" Tong Wenjie exclaimed.

Wang Yidi’s mother said proudly: “My child also likes it and is obsessed with studying for Nortel. As parents, we naturally have to do our best to fulfill the requirements.”

Tong Wenjie and Song Qian looked at each other and called Wang Yidi over.

"Didi, do you think Fanfan has artistic talent?"

Wang Yidi glanced at Fang Yifan and said, "Fang Yifan dances very well. He dances better than many of my classmates in the training class. I think he can give the art test a try."

Fang Yifan was overjoyed when he heard this. He secretly praised Wang Yidi and made a love-you-to-death gesture.

Wang Yidi rolled his eyes at Fang Yifan, and then said to Tong Wenjie: "Aunt Tong, if Fang Yifan really has an absolute sense of pitch, I think he can develop into vocal music, otherwise it would be a waste of talent."

Tong Wenjie was still a little apprehensive, mainly because Fang Yifan's absolute sound had not yet been officially determined, and she felt a little bit drifting.

Wang Yidi's mother said: "Anyway, there is still one year before the college entrance examination. My child really likes it. You can try to find a teacher to learn it. If you really can't learn it, it's not too late to give up."

This sentence completely touched Tong Wenjie's soft spot.

"I still have to discuss it with the father." Tong Wenjie's tone was no longer tough as before.

Tong Wenjie sent Wang Yidi and her mother away and asked Fang Yifan to go find Qiao Yingzi to play for a while while she and Song Qian discussed it again.

In Qiao Yingzi's room, Qiao Yingzi and Fang Yifan whispered to each other.

"Fang Hou, why do you have to take the art exam?" Qiao Yingzi said to Fang Yifan while eating potato chips.

"Eat less, don't let Aunt Song find out." Fang Yifan grabbed the potato chips.

"What are you afraid of? When my mother found out that I depended on you, she said that you had to force me to eat." Qiao Yingzi said with a smile:
"I only have the confidence to eat snacks since you are here."

Fang Yifan said proudly: "Now you know the benefits of having me!"

"See what you can do, that's all you can do." Qiao Yingzi rolled her eyes at Fang Yifan.

"Tell me, why do you want to take the art exam?"

Fang Yifan put down the potato chips and said seriously: "I want to take the art exam and become a big star in the future. With my fame, I can let more people pay attention to those poor areas."

Qiao Yingzi said in surprise: "Do you still have this ideal?"

Fang Yifan said solemnly: "My trip to Fujian this time touched me a lot. I came back and checked some information online. Do you know how many poor families there are in our country now?"

"How much?" Qiao Yingzi rarely cared about this kind of thing.