"It would be great if I could get a teaching position." Wei Yaojing said leisurely and fascinated.

"Dream. No one knows your deeds."

When a teacher is required, the teacher's morality is the first requirement. Even the requirements for character and even talent come after that.

Not to mention as pure and flawless as a white swan, at least as harmless as a little white rabbit. Forget it before the age of twenty, you are still a child. After the age of twenty, you must not do any bad deeds.

At that time, Lan Ze and Wei Yaoji were essentially the same kind. But at a special time point, the difference between the two became huge.

Lan Ze became disheartened after turning 20, and it was almost the same as becoming a monk. In other words, one night he picked up a girl, and his plan to stay in school as a teacher fell through. The mother who had planned it for him was very angry.

Wei Hanyang's doctorate in political economics sounds very high-end. However, he can only have "guest" or "honorary" teaching positions in his life. At most, he can have his name on the last page of other students' degree certificates to show that he has contributed.

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Reputation, under the Chinese system, is not a false reputation, but a real career prospect. No joke.

Fairy Wei sighed, wondering if he regretted it. He staggered on the dirt and walked under the shed. He expressed his condolences to the students, chatted with them about their work progress, and staggered away again.

Lan Ze didn't go down there, so he stood not far away.

In fact, Lan Ze was standing here to observe Mo Mo's condition. He was too embarrassed to stick up and stare, so he could only stand in the open air and watch the digging of the hole.

There didn't seem to be any disharmony down there, and Momo was working hard at burying the pipes.

Then Lanze remembered. This guy is good at farm work.

Lan Shu was running around under the shed.

With a street busker-like smile on his face, he mingled among the students as if he knew everyone.

Although I don't know what he is busy with, it's fine as long as he doesn't get in the way.

The nominal person in charge of this development pond construction site is Lan Ze. In fact, he doesn't care about any specific matters.

The actual person in charge is a student he selected by drawing lots.

When the team leader becomes the construction site leader, he does not rely on ability, but on probability. He leaves it to fate. If he is really unsure, he will ask the teacher for help.

Half a year ago, the students were very excited when they drew lots. They thought it was an exercise opportunity given to them by the instructor. Drawing lots meant that the instructor had no preference and every student was equal.

Actually... Teacher Lan is just lazy.

There are so many students, if this one is not good, then there will be another one who is better. Anyway, they are all excellent. What are you afraid of?

In the evening, meals and fruits were delivered from the canteen. Lan Shu finally had the opportunity to show off his skills. He used a pan as a plate, cut the fruits, and set up a beautiful large fruit plate. However, he did not take a bite of the fruit after the meal.

When he arrived, his mother called him away.

Xiaozao does not exist.

Because... Wei Yaoji didn't call Lan Ze.

Only when the sound of erhu and whale singing resounded throughout the construction site did Lan Ze know what Lan Shu was going to do.

Two people were left guarding the Super Brain in the development pool, and everyone else ran to the beach to watch the excitement. Then the Super Brain couldn't restrain its child-like curiosity and let go of a mini "Xun"-style photographer.

Fly to the seaside.

In the bright light of the spotlight, Lan Shu sat with his legs crossed on the trestle extending into the sea, tuned the strings, and first played the soothing ancient "River Water" to try out the new instrument in his hand. After the song ended,

He stood up and bowed his hands to the black and white head of the singer in the water.

I sat down again and announced myself, playing Zhang Lanwei's "The Great Wave". Brother Xiaomai's songs are very popular, and there are three or five that are suitable for adaptation into the erhu, and Lan Shu still likes them.

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Fierce music in the style of a spiritual boy sounded.

Xiao Min took a step forward, walked into the amplification circle around Lan Shu, and read loudly:

"The great river goes eastward... rocks pierce the sky, stormy waves crash on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up..."

And then:

"Heavy rain falls on Youyan...Thousands of years have passed since then, and Wei Wu whipped his whip..."

Xiaomin can do as he pleases, recite whatever he misses, recite poems to the music, and just be happy.

The sound emitted by the small human body is exactly the opposite of the cry of the orca.

If you only listen to the sound, the giant beast in the sea should be only as big as a palm.

Lan Shu's whole body and most of Xiao Min's body were enveloped by the amplifying aperture projected by the spotlight, and the sound spread throughout the entire bay where the institute is located and the construction site on the shore.

Xiaomin's voice is somewhat powerful. The sound effects of the erhu music can be called violent.

The whales' following chants and the repetitive sounds produced by their robotic companions are almost inaudible.

The one-way cross-species "cultural transmission" arranged by Wei Hanyang for his whale children is wild.

After more than 20 years of training and education, the new whales have now moved to the edge of the land as a matrilineal family unit. It is much more convenient to arrange collective cultural activities for them than before.

He doesn't even consider whether the whale likes it or accepts it.

Anyway, this is what human beings are like. There is currently only this version of civilization on earth. Whether you like to hear it or not, just leave it as it is.

The song "Roaring Waves" ended, and Lan Shu stood up again and bowed to the water.

The spotlight moved along his figure, covering a small area of ​​water.

"Thank you for playing. My treasure boy." The neutral voice is clear and round. This is the voice of the robot companion.

When Xiaomin heard this, he came over and squatted down: "Then what am I to you?"

"You too, do you still need to say it?"

Big heads surged on the surface of the water, squeezing the robot companions away.

"Little people, be good, it sounds good~~~" Although the whale's voice is continuous, it is still clearly distinguishable.

There was even a young man's voice shouting: "Xiao Shushu, one more."

Lan Shu smiled very reservedly and maintained a high-end style of indifference.

The clever "boy" in the water actually mixed different chirping methods together, imitating the pronunciation of intermittent sounds and the timbre of a human boy. It sounded like someone hiding in the water.

Lan Shu stepped back with a smile, sat down and announced the curtain for himself, playing the soothing song "Good Night".

Xiao Min stood up and retreated to Lan Shu's side. He tapped his feet, and when he opened his mouth, he immediately read the ancient poem "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night".

Lan Shu glanced at him reproachfully, smiled nonchalantly, and continued playing the piano.

The erhu song "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" is a bit more sad. It should be regarded as the "genuine" combination of ancient poems.

In fact, all Huqin music was composed by later generations far behind the ancient poetry.

The music he plays now is gentle and tortuous, sad but not sad, and is very close to the spiritual temperament of ancient poetry. There is nothing wrong with it.

What Fairy Wei arranged for the Whale Children was not a cultural feast. At best, it could be called a cultural home-cooked meal. Compared with the cultural lunch box that directly played the recorded program, the level was far inferior.

The only advantage is that it is highly interactive.

Xiaomin was born under the watch of the whale aunties. He is a bit like the whale son who came out of "our tribe".

Lan Shu has had an affinity for animals since he was a child, and he gets along quite well with whales. The whales even call him "little uncle".

Holding a cup of hot tea, Gungun stayed by his mother's side, looking melancholy through the window at his brother and brother on the trestle.

Lan Ze also sat with them, drinking hot tea and watching the excitement.

It was night and it was very cold outside. But Xiaomin and Lan Shu were just like whales, not caring about the cold.

The whales were actually fine, the water was warm and slightly cooler. But the cold air in January was really freezing to the bone.

After playing, the students also ran onto the trestle and lined up to recite ancient poems. We were all young people and recited poems to the music of the sea, feeling inexplicably arrogant.

Lan Mo didn't remember any ancient poems, but he was very familiar with the Tao Te Ching.

"The road rushes, but it may not be full when used. The abyss is like the origin of all things..." The scripture is catchy when recited, but it sounds unclear.

It is more powerful than ancient poetry.

It's a pity that "Er Spring Reflects the Moon" that Lan Shu is playing is rarely practiced, so he always makes mistakes when using it. Paired with the Tao Te Ching... this combination is a bit strange.

Lan Shu struggled halfway and gave up. He changed it to the vigorous "Steel Torrent".
Chapter completed!