Entertainment: A song to dispel sorrow, sing the Queen of Cry!

The sun and the moon are full and the stars are moving.

When the night falls in the Eastern Huaxia, it is still a daytime scene in the far western countries.

Boom boom boom!
With the sound of an old and loud bell, Professor Leatherfran started his afternoon work.

As an internationally renowned musician, Leatherface has been entrusted with important tasks at the Royal Academy of Music in England.

For example, he served as the team leader of the school's annual admissions screening team.

He plays a decisive role in whether young people from all over the world who share the same love for music can come to this ancient music academy.

Although the responsibilities on Professor Leatherfland's shoulders are heavy, his work is actually not cumbersome.

Because his colleagues have already helped him complete the primary selection, he only needs to do one thing, which is to review the works submitted by the students who passed the primary selection.

As the greatest hall of musicians in the British Empire, the Royal Academy of Music certainly not everyone can enter.

Those who can pass through multiple screenings and come here to enroll are all top musical talents in the world.

And these geniuses will also be divided into levels.

Leatherfran will divide these people into three grades: A, B, and C according to the works submitted by them.

A-level is the best, so they can be admitted successfully, B-level is a little bit worse, as long as there are still vacancies in the final quota, they can also get an admission letter, as for the final C-level, that is a group of people who are destined to be eliminated.

"C, is it C, or is it C..."

At the moment, Leatherfran is sitting at the desk in his office, looking at the score and giving his own score on it with a pen.

As time went by, the old professor's expression became more and more impatient.

Because he read more than a dozen scores, but none of them allowed him to give him a grade B score.

"These students are really not as good as one class. If it continues to develop like this, music, which is the greatest cultural inheritance of mankind, may be completely cut off!"

Leatherfran put down the pen, rubbed his temples with his hands, and expressed emotion in English.

He really felt tired, because he witnessed the gradual decline of human music inheritance.

When he was young, there were still many outstanding composers in the world.

There was still a lot of music in those days.

But now?
Music is becoming more and more profitable. It has become a tool for some idol stars to make money, but it has lost the soul of music itself.

Today's young people no longer study music for hobbies. The reason why they break their heads and want to enter the Royal Academy of Music may be simply to gild themselves.

This is not difficult to see from the "shit" scores in front of him.

"Forget it, let's hurry up and work, otherwise the old principal will not be able to explain it!"

Leatherfran resisted the urge to throw the scores in the trash.

Pick up the pen and continue scoring.

Although he really didn't want to be polluted by these rubbish tunes, the Royal Academy of Music couldn't stop the inheritance.

"what?!"

The next second, he made a sound of surprise.

It turned out that he had seen a music score signed on the cover from Huaxia Kingdom.

Professor Leatherfland is very fond of Chinese culture, and the people he admires most are the two famous musicians in Chinese history, Boya and Ziqi.

So seeing this song from China at this moment, he felt a little anticipation in his heart.

With this in mind, he turned to the first page of the score.

"To Alice".

In the middle of the first page of the score, the name of the piece is printed in English.

The moment she saw the name, the anticipation in Leatherfran's heart was mostly gone.

Originally, he thought it was a Chinese-style song, but he didn't expect it to be an imitation of Western music scores.

In fact, Leatherfran really wanted to see that the students in the East could use Chinese-style tunes as a stepping stone.

The magnificent China has a civilization of 5000 years, and it does not lose to the West in terms of culture and music.

But I don't know why, those students from the East, all the songs they sent over were imitations of Western works.

The point is that they didn't imitate the same, which made Leatherfran feel very awkward.

However, he still opened the second page of the score with a responsible attitude.

When he saw the first line of the song, his small eyes instantly widened.

Then he changed to a more upright posture and continued to look at the second line.

"oh my god!"

Leatherfran screamed and jumped straight from the chair.

His old face was full of surprise, just like seeing God himself.

Then he took out a retro-looking magnifying glass from the side, held the score in the other hand, and went to a better-lit place on the window sill to read it.

The more Leatherfran looked at the expression, the more exaggerated it became. In the end, he seemed to be suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"This... this song... my God... the old dean..."

Leatherfran is 79 years old this year, and he has to use crutches to get in and out on weekdays.

But at this moment, he seemed to be decades younger, and rushed out of the house like a whirlwind, and ran towards the old dean's office.

"Professor Fran, what's wrong with you?"

"Professor Fran, how is your leg?"

"Professor, run slowly..."

On the way, many people saw that Leatherfran ran faster than Bolt, and they were all surprised and frightened.

Because they were worried about an accident in Leatherfran, they hurriedly followed behind,

So in the Royal Academy of the British Empire, a scene that has never been seen before, and may never be seen again.

An old professor in his eighties was running ahead, followed by a group of young teachers chasing him.

The most important thing is that those young teachers did not catch up with Leatherfran, and he rushed into the old principal Will's office first.

"Old friend Fran, what are you?"

The old principal Will, who was one year older than Leatherfran, was watering the flowers in the office. When he saw Leatherfran rushing in, he was so shocked that the shower in his hand fell to the ground.

In his impression, Leatherfran has always been a relatively stable person. Why is he so impulsive today? Could something be wrong?

"Mr. Prince, I...you..."

In addition to being the headmaster of the Royal Academy of Music, Will is also the Prince of the British Empire.

This is also the reason why he was able to control these talented professors in the academy.

Now that Leatherfran was facing him, the aftereffects of his crazy running finally came up. He obviously wanted to say a lot, but he just couldn't say a word.

"Old principal, Fran taught him..."

At this time, other teachers from the school also came to the office.

They wanted to report to Will, but Will interrupted: "Stop talking, pour Professor Fran a glass of water first, and let him take it easy."

"it is good!"

A young female teacher hurried to the nearby water dispenser to get a glass of water and handed it to Leatherfran.

But Lesser Fran didn't answer, he raised his hand and shook it, took a deep breath and said, "Mr. major discovery."

"The piano piece in my hand, it is very likely... No, it is definitely the greatest work of this century, bar none!"

Hearing these words from Leatherfran, everyone present stayed where they were.