Siheyuan: Starting with Damo Neighbors

"Yes~ yes~ then you go get the pen and paper, I'll write down the score for you first." Wang Xuewen raised his hand and tapped Xia Zhou Xiaobai's forehead.

"..." Zhou Xiaobai glared at him, then ran away.

After a while, he ran back with a pen and paper.

Wang Xuewen wrote down the score and lyrics of Moonlight.

In this way, Zhou Xiaobai can practice when he is not here.

As for copyright?

What kind of copyright can there be in this era?

Don't talk about it now, even in [-], don't talk about song copyright.

Pirated tapes and pirated songs are flying everywhere.

In the 21st century, Wang Xuewen would never make money from songs.

Soon, Wang Xuewen wrote all the lyrics and music.

Then began to teach Zhou Xiaobai how to play the piece.

"Wang Xuewen, you play the piano so well, you can definitely become a teacher in a conservatory. Why do you stay in a factory as a chef?" Zhou Xiaobai asked curiously.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that what he said seemed inappropriate, and then he opened his mouth to explain.

"Of course, I don't look down on chefs. It's just that the job of a university teacher is more decent than that of a chef in the kitchen, right? The salary is also higher?" Zhou Xiaobai explained.

"I know what you mean. But I haven't even graduated from high school. How can I become a teacher at a conservatory? I'm not qualified at all." Wang Xuewen said with a smile.

He doesn't care about whether the job is decent or not, and whether the salary is high or not.

No matter how high the salary of a university teacher is, can he make money fast?

He can earn 5000 yuan by selling ten pigs a day.

And the salary of a teacher, even a university teacher, the highest salary is more than 300 yuan a month.

This is already top notch.

My daily income is worth more than a year's income of the top university teachers.

"I can ask my father to help!!" Zhou Xiaobai said quickly.

Zhou Xiaobai felt that Wang Xuewen possessed such musical talent, which was higher than the piano attainments of the music school teacher he hired.

It's really a shame to stay in the factory kitchen and cook.

"¨Don't! Music is just my hobby. Besides, no matter what job you are in, you are making contributions to the country and the people."

"There is no distinction between high and low positions, and no distinction between high and low occupations. There is no distinction between chefs and teachers."

"I think it is very meaningful for tens of thousands of workers in the rolling mill to have a full stomach and eat happily after working hard!" Wang Xuewen quickly rejected Zhou Xiaobai's proposal.

Just kidding, this time to become a teacher at the conservatory?

Isn't that asking for trouble?

This typhoon is coming soon, if he really goes to the music academy to work as a music teacher.

At that time, I'm afraid I'm going to sweep the streets!

What is the stinky old nine? It refers to the teacher.

What's more, he is still a teacher at the Conservatory of Music, full of the taste of capitalism.

First sweep the streets, and then go to remote rural areas for re-education.

I gave up my status as a worker and became a teaching staff at the Conservatory of Music because my mind was trapped by the door.

This is like going to be a eunuch in [-] years, and joining the skinhead army in [-].

It's fine if you don't know the direction of history, but if you know and still go like this, your mind will really be caught by the door.

Seeing Wang Xuewen's firm attitude, Zhou Xiaobai stopped persuading him.

Because Wang Xuewen was right.

　□No matter what the post or occupation is, they are all making contributions to the country and the people.

This is righteousness.

You can think otherwise, but you can't say this.

At 08:30 in the evening, Wang Xuewen left the leader's house.

After Wang Xuewen left, Zhou Xiaobai looked at the score left by Wang Xuewen in a daze.

The song is well written too!

Suddenly, Zhou Xiaobai picked up a pen and added two lines of words on the score.

Lyricist: Wang Xuewen.

Composer: Wang Xuewen.

This is what Wang Xuewen left for her, that is his stuff!

The big leader came to his daughter.

"Is this Xiao Wang's work?" The leader was very surprised.

When Wang Xuewen played, he felt that the songs were very good.

It's normal for the songs to be unfamiliar, after all, he hasn't heard all the songs.

But I didn't expect that this was actually written by Wang Xuewen himself.

"Hmm! He said he wrote it when he was free, so it must be!" Zhou Xiaobai nodded repeatedly.

"This little Wang is indeed talented!" The big leader nodded in agreement.

He has superb cooking skills, superb chess skills, and understands music theory.

In ancient times, he must have been a genius.

"Father, what do you think about letting him become a teacher in the music academy?" Zhou Xiaobai suddenly asked.

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"Going to be a teacher at the conservatory?" The leader frowned slightly, and then asked.

"Is this Xiao Wang's idea?"

"No, I think it's a pity to be a chef in a factory with his musical talent."

"However, he himself said that music is just a hobby, and working in a rolling mill is fine..." Zhou Xiaobai said helplessly.

She still wanted Wang Xuewen to become a teacher at the Conservatory of Music.

Although, different occupations and positions are all contributing to the country and the people.

But there are always high and low contributions.

It's just cooking, anyone can do it, even if the cooking skills are not as good as Wang Xuewen, as long as it is not unpalatable.

In this era, materials are not rich.

What most people pursue is a full meal, how can they be qualified to pursue the ultimate taste?

But music is different.

Zhou Xiaobai felt that Wang Xuewen's piano attainments were really very high.

At least better than his own teacher.

If he can continue his studies, he might become the No.1 internationally renowned piano master.

Staying in the canteen of the rolling mill, being a canteen director is really too inferior.

Moreover, if Wang Xuewen is a teacher in the conservatory, then he can also apply for the conservatory in the future!

"With Xiao Wang's musical talent, he is indeed qualified to be a teacher in a conservatory."

"However, since Xiao Wang thinks it is good to work in the factory canteen, then we should respect his idea." The big leader looked at Zhou Xiaobai and said.

"Father~~!" Zhou Xiaobai shouted coquettishly.

"Xiaobai, I know you are 707 thinking that Xiao Wang is wasting his musical talent by working in the cafeteria."

"However, it's really not the old time to be a teacher at a conservatory."

"Although it has not been confirmed yet, the situation is very unstable. For the sake of Xiao Wang, it is best to let him work as a worker in the factory."

"Xiao Wang is still young, it will be no problem to wait a few years."

"After a few years when the situation gets better, if you still think about it now, then Dad will help you and transfer Xiao Wang to the Conservatory of Music to be a teacher." The leader looked at Zhou Xiaobai and said.

Of course, he knew what his daughter was thinking.

But letting Wang Xuewen go to the Conservatory of Music now is not necessarily helping him, it may also harm him.

His status is not low, and he still knows a little about the wind direction of the typhoon.

At this time, it is better to be still than to move.

"Oh... I see..." Zhou Xiaobai said dejectedly.

Zhou Xiaobai also knows that although her father loves her, once a decision is made on some important matters, she will not change because of herself.

"Okay, go back to sleep. I have to go to school tomorrow." The big leader said.

"Well, good night, Dad." Zhou Xiaobai went back to his room holding the score left by Wang Xuewen.

On the other side, Wang Xuewen, who left the agency compound, had no idea that he had walked on the edge of the cliff.

If the big leader really took advantage of his relationship and transferred him to the music academy to be a teacher, then he really couldn't refuse.

Because, in this era, individual will is unimportant and must be obeyed by the collective.

There is such a sentence that embodies very well.

I am a brick, and I need to move it wherever I need it.