back to innocence

Chen Xueyan understood almost everything he said.Fei Yi really understood, and asked a few questions that interested him.

He Qingqun's game concept is extremely huge.Fei Yi really has no doubts, if you give him a pen and let him write down all his thoughts like that, he can definitely write a 200-page planning book.

However, Fei Yizhen is not very interested in the specific planning book. He only thinks that it would be interesting if the novel can be adapted into a game, and it can expand the influence of the story, so that more people can read his story, and maybe he can even play with himself. It is a game adapted from a work of mine, so there is no particular intention of not wanting to authorize it.

He asked a few questions in detail that would affect the quality of the game, and after confirming that He Qingqun did have the ability and ideas to make a good game, he agreed to give He Qingqun a reply within three days.

Within these three days, he decided to check the situation of Estar to decide whether to grant authorization.

After the New Year's Day holiday, Fei Yizhen was called to the office by the class teacher through the monitor on the first morning when he returned to school.

In addition to a few teachers in the office, there is also a woman who looks to be in her 40s or [-]s.Several teachers were almost talking with this lady, making Fei Yizhen guess that this lady should be a big shot.

This female gentleman who seemed to have a lot of background, when she saw Fei Yizhen coming in, she stood up on her own initiative and said to him: "Student Fei Yizhen, hello."

Fei Yi really felt that there seemed to be many older people coming to him recently.He wondered why the lady had come to see him.

Then the homeroom teacher introduced him: "Yizhen, this is Ms. Jiawen, the great singer of the Hundred Flowers Song and Dance Troupe. She is also a visiting professor of the Music Department of the National University of Music. She wants to have a private chat with you. You can take her to visit How about going to school?"

Fei Yizhen said, "Hello, Aunt Wen."

Ms. Wen looked like a serious person, but she still smiled as much as possible and said, "Can you show me around your school?"

Fei Yizhen said, "Yes."

He took Ms. Wen slowly along the maple path next to the teaching building, and Ms. Wen asked, "Do you usually like to sing?"

Fei Yizhen was taken aback for a moment, and said, "It's okay."

Ms. Wen glanced at him, seemed a little surprised and dissatisfied with his answer, frowned slightly, and asked again: "Have you... ever done throat training before?"

Fei Yizhen was stunned: "Swallow...what training?"

"Pharyngeal training." Ms. Wen bent down slightly to make her eyes level with him, and then gave him a demonstration.

Fei Yizhen's eyes widened in astonishment, seeing that Ms. Wen opened her mouth and uttered several different but very penetrating syllables, and finally closed her mouth and let out a strange hum.

In the end, Ms. Wen calmed down and said, "That's it, pharynx practice."

Fei Yi shook his head numbly.

"So, your vocal range should be innate?"

Fei Yizhen answered carefully: "I don't know what's special about my vocal range, but I really haven't formally learned to sing."

Ms. Wen paused and asked, "Do you want to... learn to sing from me?"

Fei Yi was really stunned.

Ms. Wen said: "I may not be the best singer, but I can make you the best singer in the whole world."

Fei Yizhen was really taken aback this time.

After a long time, he shook his head at Ms. Wen and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to be a singer."

"I'm talking about singers, not singers," Ms. Wen said.

Fei Yizhen said: "I have no interest in traditional music at all."

Ms. Wen was not surprised, and continued to persuade: "Traditional music is not boring, on the contrary, it is the real art. The threshold of pop music is low, and everyone can hum a few words on the record, even if the pentameter is incomplete, they can still use it later. Remedy. The real singing performance is different. There is no room for any fakeness in live performances. Whether your skills are deep and your feelings are sincere, the audience can feel it just by listening to it. Standing on that stage, all your hard work There will be tangible rewards, including applause and glory."

Fei Yizhen replied: "But I really have no interest in singing."

Ms. Wen said: "Do you know how rare your voice and vocal range are? I don't know where the specific limit of your vocal range is, but it seems that what you can sing is not the limit at all, and this range can also pass throat training. Come to expand. You have the potential to become a world-class singer, are you going to waste your talent?"

Fei Yizhen said: "Aunt Wen, I am really touched by your importance. But really, I think learning to sing requires not only a good voice, but also a good understanding of this art. And the love of this industry. Only in this way can we persevere in long-term hard practice. But I really don’t have such enthusiasm, if I promise, I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you in the end.”

Ms. Wen insisted: "Interest and passion can be cultivated."

Fei Yizhen was noncommittal, but continued to lead Ms. Wen forward, introducing the school's facilities and various attractions to her.

Ms. Wen didn't give up, she tried her best to persuade Fei Yizhen to learn to sing and become a singer, but Fei Yizhen just listened, smiled occasionally, and didn't talk to her.

It can be seen that Ms. Wen is really eager to persuade Fei Yizhen to learn singing from her, but it can also be found that she is not very good at persuading others.Her tone of voice was very blunt, not so much persuading, but half of the time was ordering and accusing Fei Yizhen.

Fei Yi really knew that she was not malicious, but he also felt that her words and tone made people feel uncomfortable.

In the end, what made Fei Yi really dumbfounded was that even though he was so clearly rejected, this Ms. Wen did not give up.It's fine if you don't give up, she just clung to him.

She came to the school every day to look for Fei Yizhen, and if Fei Yizhen was in class, she would stand at the door and wait silently.If Fei Yizhen is out of class, she will find someone to send a message to call Fei Yizhen out, and force him to plug in the earphones to listen to various famous bel canto songs, hoping that he can understand the charm of these classic songs.

Fei Yi was really helpless.

Even the teachers, who were very respectful for Ms. Wen, were in a dilemma.They themselves also have good intentions, hoping that the school can produce a singer.But since Fei Yizhen himself was unwilling, this matter should end here. Unexpectedly, this elderly female singer would not let her go.

A boy teased and said: "Fei Yizhen, that old woman has taken a fancy to you!"

Although Fei Yizhen also annoyed Ms. Wen, the boy's statement was too much.Fei Yizhen immediately looked at the other party coldly, and said, "Take this sentence back!"

The boy was frightened by his eyes: "Huh?"

Fei Yizhen said: "Aunt Wen just wants me to learn singing from her, and there is nothing else worthy of condemnation. What you just said is too much, especially when she is almost old enough to be your grandma. So you Take back what you just said."

The boy said embarrassingly, "I was just joking."

Fei Yizhen said: "Don't make such jokes again, it will hurt others a lot."

He rarely took the initiative to walk out of the classroom, walked towards Ms. Wen, and said, "Aunt Wen..."

Ms. Wen made a "shh" gesture to signal him not to speak.

Then she stood up straight, opened her mouth slightly, and a high-pitched singing voice flowed out of her mouth.Her voice was loud and full, and what she uttered turned out to be a song "Once Upon a Time in Xichuan" that was familiar to all the students including Fei Yizhen.

Ms. Wen, Ms. Wen, it turned out to be her!

Fei Yizhen finally knew the identity of the singer Ms. Wen.

Ms. Wen's singing voice is very beautiful, with a round tone and smooth and graceful transitions. Because there is no accompaniment at this time, her singing voice can be heard very clearly in the whole campus.The singing in the a cappella state showed her singing skills to the fullest, and even the teenager who was practicing dribbling in front of the teaching building stopped.

No wonder.She has been famous for more than 50 years and has been the leading bel canto singer in China.Although she looks younger on the outside, in fact she should be nearly [-] years old.

Fei Yizhen never imagined that a song he sang at the school party would attract such a big shot.

When her singing fell, there were sparse applause from far and near in the campus, and then it became louder and louder, and finally it was like a roar.

A girl excitedly said to her companion, "I didn't even know that bel canto songs are so good."

Ms. Wen stood there, showing a faint but rare smile to Fei Yizhen, and said: "One day you will sing better than me, much better. As long as you want, you I will become a singer thousands of times better than me. Even if you want to become a pop singer in the future, the threshold for traditional music to enter pop music will be very low, which is very beneficial to you.”

Fei Yi was really moved by her.

For Ms. Wen, it is estimated that it took a lot of thought to come up with such an approach and such an argument.

Unfortunately, he still had to refuse.

A long time ago, Fei Yizhen also liked music very much.Although half of it was out of anger, but more, he listened to those long and long songs, and sincerely felt that they were all very pleasant and could soothe people's hearts.

But that is wrong.

Some things and some people, you can love to the bottom of your heart; but some, you can only love its glamorous skin.Fei Yi really knows that his love for music or singing is superficial after all.If he agrees, it will be disrespectful to Ms. Wen who is full of enthusiasm for singing career.

She will be disappointed in him one day.

So he spoke again with difficulty and said, "Aunt Wen, I'm really sorry."

When she heard this sentence, Ms. Wen suddenly seemed to be ten years older, and her whole body was full of lifeless disappointment.Fei Yizhen could hardly bear it anymore.

Ms. Wen turned her head away, leaving only one sentence: "I'll come back tomorrow."

Then he left in a hurry.

Fei Yizhen didn't even have time to say to her what he wanted to say at the beginning: Don't come to me again, it's not good for yourself.

This is a stubborn, stubborn elder.

Because of this matter, Fei Yizhen was a little absent-minded when he inquired about Estar.

Estar's situation is quite normal, with good operation and excellent technology. It is obviously a high-tech enterprise with a certain strength foundation.Although Fei Yizhen was upset, he still called He Qingqun and invited him to come to him on the weekend to discuss the specific contract with the lawyer.

On the second day, Fei Yizhen was relieved to find that Ms. Wen hadn't appeared.

Maybe she thought about it after going back, and finally decided to give up.

But he didn't feel relieved for too long. Before the end of the second class, Ms. Wen appeared outside his classroom door again.

She also held a stage model with a large chest in her arms.

The classroom suddenly started whispering.

Not long after, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl ran over from the end of the corridor, followed by a middle-aged man.The girl yelled loudly: "Mom—"

Her expression was almost crying.

Ms. Wen frowned when she saw her running over, showing a embarrassed and impatient expression.

The girl looked like she was about to cry, and said in a hoarse voice with a crying voice: "Mom! Please save me some face!"

Ms. Wen said: "What do you mean I save face for you!? What do you mean!? What are you doing here?"

The man said: "We heard that you took several days off and didn't go to work. After we inquired, we found out that you went to other people's schools and pestered other people's children. My daughter was very sad when she heard about it. You still Come back with us."

Ms. Wen said: "I don't have a daughter like her."

The man said: "Don't be angry in public—"

Ms. Wen said: "I'm not angry. Since she deliberately took medicine to damage her vocal cords three years ago to learn hip-hop dancing, the mother-daughter relationship between me and her has been exhausted. I will do my best as a guardian in the future." Responsibility, raised her until she graduated from college, but she is no longer my daughter."

As soon as the words were finished, the people around were immediately attracted by the gossip, and even the discussion became quieter.

The girl cried and said, "Mom! You are my real mother! What can I do to forgive me!? I have already paid the price."

Ms. Wen looked at her and said with some desolation: "I can't forgive you, Ye Zhen. I raised you until you were 15 years old, and taught you how to read, read, and sing. You have an excellent voice, which you inherited from your father. And the advantage of the two of us, I looked after you like a baby, but I didn't expect that I made a big mistake, and developed your reckless, ignorant temperament. In order to go to street dance with a group of gangsters, you even killed yourself. You say, how dare I!? How dare I have a daughter like you?"