first love

"Come here from the girls' high school, Yue Qiu, put your phone down and stand in front of me..."

"Yes, Wen Lan, your voice is relatively high, so you should go to the tenor high school."

"What about the men who are inferior?"

The monitor's yelling echoed in the huge dance room, and the students stood in their proper positions according to the arrangement, but their attitudes were not correct enough, and they were still talking and laughing.

The squad leader looked through the list and the score, and then looked at Xie Nanqun, who stood out from the crowd: "Ah, you go to the men's low, and just browse the place next to it."

"Row."

The large classroom that was supposed to be used for regular practice by the dance troupe has now become the singing room of Class [-] of the International Trade Center, because at the upcoming welcome party for freshmen, everyone needs to contribute a show to perform on stage. In the end, it was unanimously decided that the most old-fashioned and safest chorus.Of course, the songs they sang were not as popular and professional as they were during the red show, but various popular songs. Anyway, the atmosphere of the welcome party was relaxed, and the freshmen also liked these.

Last year, around this time, Wen Lan was still watching his brothers and sisters perform in the audience, and now he has to play the role on stage.Although it seems that it hasn't been long, there is also a feeling of time passing in the bottom of my heart.But the person next to him is still the same, and the relationship with each other is better, and maybe there will be some changes in the future.

The people in the four parts were all arranged, and the squad leader heaved a sigh of relief, then turned around and chatted with the students in charge of the conductor in a low voice, and then announced the start of practice.

Hearing this, everyone restrained their playful expressions one after another, lowered their heads and read the music score familiarly, and some of them were slow to music, and took the time to ask the people nearby.

Yue Qiu had a nice voice, standing in the first row of the soprano department and looking back, he successfully captured two heads, one tall and one short, but what he was thinking about was his interrupted career of planting flowers just now. "Oh, it's almost there..." She also raised candy flowers in the garden in the mini program, but she didn't dare to show them in the sun for fear of being beaten.

Wen Lan seldom listens to popular songs, but he has a good memory, and he can memorize the lyrics and melody purely by reciting.As for Xie Nanqun, frowning and studying for a long time, he decided to muddle through later.

During the intermission, classmates with good relationship gathered together, and Yue Qiu also sat beside Wen Lan with a shy face, and took a peek at Xie Nanqun who seemed to have a gloomy expression.The squad leader also came over with a water glass, considered his tone for a while, and said in a low voice, "Ahem, Xie Nanqun, are you not interested in chorus singing?"

"..."

"Although your mouth shape is in place, there are not many bass players, and you can't hear the sound at all."

Wen Lan also looked curious: "Brother Qun?"

Xie Nanqun didn't answer, but glanced coldly at the squad leader, who immediately walked away tactfully, and Yue Qiu, who was next to him, also silently moved further away.Seeing this, he lazily said to Wen Lan: "I can't sing."

It was the first time I heard that the other party was not good at something, Wen Lan's eyes widened, and he blurted out: "So... Brother Qun is tone deaf?"

I always feel that I am one step closer to the other party. It turns out that this person is not omnipotent.

"Hey!" Xie Nanqun raised his hand and tapped him on the head, the action was not heavy.

Realizing that the person in front of him seemed a little embarrassed, he turned his face away and said nothing, Wen Lan couldn't help laughing.But considering the other party's face, he quickly put away his smile, leaned over and said, "After you get back, Brother Qun will practice with me." He changed the phrase, anyway, Xie Nanqun must have understood.

I always felt that the soft candy basket was getting bolder and bolder. Xie Nanqun couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, so he suddenly turned around and pinched the other person's cheek: "Okay, you can say whatever you want." It's not like Feng Shui turns, Just helping each other.

He knew that Wen Lan had a good temper.

After the day's group training, the two went to the second floor of the three meals as usual, but this time they didn't order spicy food, after all, they had to keep their throats.In case the voice is hoarse due to eating bad food, the performance will cause trouble for everyone.

Back in the dormitory where there were only each other, Xie Nanqun didn't care about being ashamed or not, obediently listened to Wen Lan's request to find the music score, and tried to sing a section.Seeing the strange expression on the other party's face, he said helplessly: "Just laugh, your brothers are not superhuman, and it's not a big deal to sing out of tune."

"I'm not laughing at you..." Wen Lan stretched out his fingers and pressed the corner of his mouth exaggeratedly.In fact, he seldom saw this side of Xie Nanqun, maybe no one else knew about it, but he was the only one who could see it—in short, bubbles of joy burst out from the bottom of his heart, almost drowning the bouncing villain in Wen Lan's heart up.

Since business matters, he also opened the music score and began to patiently correct the other party's intonation.In fact, I have no experience, just sing one sentence after another.Thanks to someone in the class who has learned piano and composition, it is not too difficult to change the popular song into several voices, and you will become proficient after practicing a few times.

They stopped when their throats were dry, and Xie Nanqun got up to boil a pot of hot water.Wen Lan was still scribbling and altering the other party's music scores, and giving labels to some places that were easy to sing wrong. It felt so good to be a teacher in turn, which made him a little carried away.

"Come on, drink some water first." Xie Nanqun shook his head and couldn't help curling his lips when he saw the man suddenly showing a slightly sly smile and being happy there.

Wen Lan took the water at the right temperature, drank a few sips, and felt his throat feel better, and handed back the sheet music with many more marks: "Could it be too much writing?"

Xie Nanqun casually read a few pages: "No, it's quite detailed. It seems that Xiao Lanzi is very worried about me?"

Hearing this, Wen Lan shook his head hastily, for fear that he would feel unhappy.

Amused by the other party's reaction, Xie Nanqun smiled, carefully placed the sheet music on the table, and pressed the raised corner with something.Although he felt that the chorus was particularly boring, since Wen Lan was looking forward to his performance, he would naturally spare no effort to master these songs well.

But memorizing the melody is harder than playing basketball or reading documents?