The primary school teacher understood and knew that Yang Jingxing probably recalled his childhood, so he asked where the composer went to primary school. Oh, Quhang is a good place. Jiuchun has also heard of it. It is famous for its clear mountains reflecting water.

It’s a summer tourist attraction.

The straight-line distance was at least fifty meters. Lang Xinyan, who was doing body turns on the playground, saw Yang Jingxing on the office building. Then the little girl started jumping and waving. It was so lively.

Of course, Yang Jingxing will not forget the glorious history of being punished to stand in front of all the teachers and students of the school. It must be a psychological shadow. He does not dare to respond to Lang Xinyan.

Before the morning exercises were over, Ouyang Lin came back, a little out of breath in a hurry, and said nonsense: "Teacher Zhang has seen me, this is Teacher Le..."

Ouyang Lin also wanted to seize the time to make final preparations with Yang Jingxing, but the music teacher Zhang was not cooperative and just made some nonsense. Moreover, there were more teachers in the office at this time, and they were all quite enthusiastic towards the guests.

Elementary school teachers are not exempt from this. A woman in her forties or fifties even praised Yang Jingxing for being so handsome: "...No wonder our teacher, Mr. Zhang, is wearing new clothes today."

Ouyang Lin kept an awkward smile, while Yang Jingxing showed off: "This one of mine is also new, what a coincidence."

After learning that Yang Jingxing was a student at Puyin, a teacher praised him and said, "It's very good. Work-study. This fine tradition has been lost by today's students."

Not everyone will be careful to avoid embarrassment. Some people still ask Yang Jingxing, since he majored in composition, what kind of music has he composed? Yang Jingxing has no shame. He said that his own compositions are just like student compositions and cannot be used.

Some people want to hear Yang Jingxing play the guitar. Fortunately, Teacher Ouyang and Teacher Zhang have upheld the professional dignity of composers and performers.

After not being watched for long, the teacher was about to prepare for class. Yang Jingxing was cordially received by the grade leader, and he sincerely thanked him for supporting the teaching work.

In the last few minutes, Ouyang Lin asked Teacher Zhang to introduce the students to Teacher Yang, such as who sang well or played the guitar. Knowing more about them would definitely be beneficial to the quality of the class.

Yang Jingxing also quickly briefed the two teachers on his preparations. He was in great need of suggestions...

After the preparation bell rang for the first class in the morning, it was time to get ready. Ouyang Lin and Teacher Zhang helped the composer get things. The atmosphere on the campus changed. There were no students outside, and loud singing came from some classrooms.

Yang Jingxing continued to be fresh: "I used to sit in the classroom and wait, but today I really feel like a teacher."

Ouyang Lin smiled, and Teacher Zhang introduced that there were students in the class passing by whose parents were university teachers...

Class 304 arrived. The students in the classroom were sitting neatly. They obviously knew about today's arrangements. As soon as the people outside showed their heads, everyone paid attention.

Ouyang Lin took the lead as a teacher, invited the guests in, and then went to the podium. The class monitor stood up and said hello to the students. They are neat and energetic. Yang Jingxing also experienced this scene many times as a student. Yu Jiajia's seat is at the fifth table of the second group, which seems to be different.

How to pay attention to Yang Jingxing? Focus on the teacher.

Ouyang Lin put the trumpet on the podium and started: "Students, I am very happy that today we have invited the person Yu Jiajia admires most. Do you know his name?"

Yo yo yo, many students know my name, which makes the composer standing by the classroom door grin with joy.

The teacher asked again: "Do you know what he does?"

What a vanity. Little boys and girls put high hats on everyone who came to visit them. They were composers, pianists, or even college music teachers. Yang Jingxing was even happier.

Ouyang Lin seemed to be quite satisfied with the students' performance, so she stopped talking nonsense: "Okay, we have invited Yang Jingxing to tell you why he has become a person that Yu Jiajia admires. You are welcome!"

The children's applause was so enthusiastic, and their eyes were full of expectation and innocence... much cuter than when Yang Jingxing was this age.

Yang Jing walked to the podium: "Hello, children..."

No one laughed, except for Ouyang Lin who stepped aside for a brief moment.

Yang Jingxing's look was serious: "Yu Jiajia is my student, and even more so my friend. Her parents and I are also good friends. I would like to ask, when writing about the person I admire, did any of my classmates write the following

My best friend?"

It seems not, but Ouyang Lin named a classmate, and then this boy who was not very good at organizing words said with a bit of shame that he was writing about his neighbor and good friend, because he is very good at playing games...

Yang Jingxing still wants mainstream values, saying that playing games is good because you spend time and effort. He should use this attitude in study, and then force his friends to do what they want. So he actually admires Yu Jiajia, because Yu Jiajia not only plays the piano well.

, his academic performance is also good, much better than when he was his age.

Moreover, Yang Jingxing also read the compositions of his classmates. He also admired the police uncle who was loved by the residents, and thought it was great to win the Mathematical Olympiad.

When three people walk together, there must be a teacher. Third-grade primary school students also understand this truth. Yang Jingxing summarized that most people who are admired are because they have done an outstanding job in a certain area, especially their own career and work...

…The third-grade students agreed very much.

Yang Jingxing said that he is a composer and pianist by profession. He wanted to communicate with everyone from the perspective of his career and asked the students if they have ever thought about what career they want to pursue in the future, or what their ideals are?

At first glance, the lively boy in the back row shouted loudly: "I want to be a football superstar..."

Just as the World Cup was in full swing, Yang Jingxing banged on the podium to the rhythm of the World Cup theme song. The boy who wanted to be a football superstar was not just bragging, and he quickly recognized it.

Yang Jingxing took this opportunity to talk about music and sports. Everyone must have heard the theme song of the Olympic Games last year. Yang Jingxing took out his guitar. The students were very happy and applauded after hearing the performance.

The students were motivated to talk about their ideal careers. Some wanted to be doctors, some wanted to be police officers, and some wanted to be big bosses. Yang Jingxing was able to talk about it.

It went smoothly. Yang Jingxing also started to communicate with the third grade students. The atmosphere became more and more lively without the help of the teacher. The students all thought that Teacher Yang was so awesome and knew so many musical instruments. Although some students who took the drum training class said that their teacher

There are also many kinds...

After talking about several professions, Yang Jingxing took the initiative to ask before the students mentioned it: "Do you know which profession is most praised by music?"

Yu Jiajia, who has always kept a low profile, gave her face: "It's a teacher."

Yang Jingxing nodded and said yes. Sure enough, there are students who dream of becoming teachers. Yang Jingxing sang many of the teacher's songs, many of which were familiar even to third-year students.

Yang Jingxing started to talk about why composers would never tire of composing the works of singing teachers. It seemed that they had personal experience. He also used ready-made examples, why did Teacher Ouyang and Teacher Zhang let themselves communicate with their classmates... The composer also tried to bring

The classmate played and sang a short piece, which moved the two teachers who were watching the fun.

After flattering the teacher, Yang Jingxing asked again, there is another person who is praised even more than the teacher...

Yu Jiajia was a little pushy: "It's mom."

Yang Jingxing can also connect everyone's learning. There is a text called "Mom's Bill". In Yang Jingxing's understanding, why is mother's bill zero? Because mother's love is immeasurable and infinite, and mother is the most worthy.

I admire you, the fairest thing in this world is that everyone has the same amount of maternal love...

A class only lasts forty minutes, so it is very busy, especially when the students are mobilized and speak actively one by one. It is not enough to just listen to Yang Jingxing and find some music related to his mother's career.

A girl seemed a little timid and her voice was not loud. The few times she opened her mouth, she was completely drowned out. Yang Jingxing called her name: "This classmate, you said..."

The girl seemed to regret it again, but after being encouraged by the class teacher, she still stood up and said very weakly: "Hello, teacher, my mother is a bus driver..."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "None of us can do without public transportation. There are many people on the bus, including students going to school, teachers going to teach, doctors rushing to see a doctor, police officers working, and parents going to see their parents.

My children and my boyfriend and girlfriend are on a date..."

It’s not like the elementary school students don’t understand anything, there are quite a lot of them laughing.

Yang Jingxing wanted to ask the girl: "Which bus is your mother the driver of?"

The girl said: "One sixty-seven."

Yang Jingxing didn't know much about it, so he asked again: "Do you know the starting point and the terminal point?"

Of course girls know, they clearly know it from memory.

Yang Jingxing sighed again. It was a very important route through Puxi, and it must have carried a lot of things. It seemed that these elementary school students were quite satisfied with this, and they all nodded and said that they would respect and appreciate public transportation in the future.

Yang Jingxing really knows how to talk: "There is a real Yimin River. Does anyone know where it is?"

Elementary school students still don't have that broad knowledge, so Yang Jingxing was able to use his words, "My home is the beautiful grassland," and so on, and then he played a piece of music with a very grassland flavor on the erhu.

But the introverted girls didn't seem too happy, and were even a little disappointed. This connection is too far-fetched.

Yang Jingxing also encouraged the little girl: "If you have the opportunity, go to the grassland with your mother and show her the real Yimin River, okay?"

The girl was still polite and nodded: "Okay... there is also Hengshan, Sichuan, Wuchang, and Huaihai..."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "I remembered, are there any classmates who want to be travelers? Or whose parents are tour guides?"

No, but there are still students who like to travel...

Yang Jingxing looked at the time, but it still didn't make sense. In the end, the connection between music and reality ended in a hurry. He wanted to have the last few minutes to talk about his feelings as a music worker and the reason why he likes this job.

They also encourage students to prepare for their own preferences and ideals from now on.

Of course, Yang Jingxing also knew the attitude of students towards procrastination, so as soon as the bell rang, he hurriedly said: "...Okay, that's all for today. I'm happy to chat with you all. get out of class is over."

The class monitor hesitated for a moment, and then still did not give Yang Jingxing face. Ouyang Lin indeed had something else to say, that is, she was very grateful to Teacher Yang for her hard work and hoped that everyone would think carefully about Teacher Yang's description and understanding of the profession...

get out of class is over now. Goodbye teacher.

Music teacher Zhang, who had been standing for the whole class without saying a word, also helped to put away the instruments and stopped the students who immediately gathered around him, saying that they could not look at or touch them...

Yang Jingxing was flattered, "It doesn't matter, everyone can watch and play as they please. There are many people who can play the guitar, and some can play the trumpet, and even the flute has to be fooled a few times."

Teacher Yang is also very popular. Students ask questions one after another, will Yu Jiajia become a pianist? Have you also studied the text "Mom's Bill"? How tall is the teacher? Where does the teacher live? Does the teacher attend concerts? And where to go?

Students visiting Puyin...

Yu Jiajia stood beside Yang Jingxing, but said nothing, like a bodyguard, until she had to inform: "Lang Xinyan."

Yang Jingxing saw the little girl jumping around at the door of the classroom.

It was more than half of the break time. With the help of the teacher, Yang Jingxing said goodbye to his classmates again, but Lang Xinyan outside seemed to be angry again. She looked like that.

Yang Jingxing said: "You have to go to class, hurry up."

Lang Xinyan looked like she was owed eight million, and she glanced at Yang Jingxing as a last resort: "...Humph!"

Teacher Zhang was pleasantly surprised. Is this also Teacher Yang’s student?

Lang Xinyan was so annoying talking to Yu Jiajia, and the teacher was dragging her down again, but when she came down, she said: "...You didn't hear me when I called you, and you didn't see me for two minutes!" It was too exaggerated, twenty seconds at most.

Yu Jiajia is very tolerant to her friends.

However, Lang Xinyan also heard the sound of the erhu from above: "...It's so unpleasant, like a duck quacking, haha."
To be continued...