Reborn Star Singer

Taking advantage of lunch time, Alva forced himself to recall the elementary piano lessons when he was young, marked out the most basic staves and notes on the handout board little by little, and tried to do a few voice-changing exercises, starting from simple Several questions are arranged ranging in difficulty from monosyllables to chords.According to the original standard, these last class should be no problem.After repeating it several times, Alva thought that there was no problem, so he began to wait and suffer for a long time.Time trots by in sleepiness and worry.

Alva should be grateful that the precious tradition of ringing the bell into the classroom is still alive, otherwise he would have woken up and missed the class time.Standing at the door of the classroom, recalling that he was already a teacher, Alva, who didn’t need to rush back to the classroom before the bell rang, took a deep breath, opened the door, and the first thing he saw was rows of students sitting neatly underneath , but Alva was not happy.

With a glance, his eyelids twitched.

"Students who haven't taken ancestral music, please stand up and give up your seat to the students who have taken the courses standing behind." There are only a dozen names on his roster, and the rest come from nowhere. here.

The student wearing the school uniform of the production department marked with the green logo is rightly referring to you, please at least change your clothes before coming to class.besides……

"Hedgehog—Professor Ander, please tell me why you appear in my classroom?"

"Does it matter? Anyway, the class with two people is also a class, and the class with a group of people is also a class." The hedgehog head sat down with a sunny face and a very twitching smile.

"At least please give up your seat to the students." Alva was speechless.

Ander shrugged and stood up, patted the tall boy wearing glasses with a grin, and smiled with a dark expression

"Take a good class and don't trouble the professor."

It was the student who made trouble at the opening ceremony.But it seems that the hedgehog head didn't hit too hard, because the boy was staring back fiercely, and then looked at Alva on the podium with malicious intent.What a troublesome brat.

Alva took out the handout board and turned on the computer, and simply said that now we start the class from the staff.In fact, he also wanted to give an inspiring pre-class speech, but in view of the counterproductive example sitting below, he still gave up.

The students learned quickly and listened carefully. As a teacher, Alva should be very happy, but now he is dripping with sweat.

It's too fast, memorizing the staves and notes in 3 minutes, the new human beings who took advantage of the genes are really scary.

The monosyllable audition training soon ended, and Jill below showed a complacent expression, but was slapped from the back of the head by the hedgehog standing beside him.The two started staring at each other again.

"Ahem, let's start the chord audition."

He doesn't believe that there are so many people who can hear the chords right the first time!Those who once fell on the chord expressed their resentment.

The chords were indeed more complicated, and the prepared songs were also more complicated. The students below finally began to feel uneasy, for fear that Alva would call them up to answer questions.Alva smiled slightly, but the villain in his heart was laughing with his hips on his hips, finally let me get you in the exam!But because of his own sad memory at the beginning, Alva didn't have any bad intentions to ask someone to answer.It's wrong to torment people.Don't do to others what you don't want done to you, Confucius said it still makes sense.

So Alva began to quickly explain the hard-to-hear and error-prone parts. At the end of the speech, he asked with satisfaction, did you understand?

The students below nodded innocently, then looked at Alva.

Alva nodded in satisfaction, and also looked at the students below.

Huh?There seems to be something wrong.

There was silence under the podium, and everyone was waiting to continue.

But his class is over...

Can get out of class be dismissed early?

Oops……

"Professor, did you prepare such a thing?" Jill asked maliciously.

The eyes of the crowd below began to become suspicious, and Alva's heart was like an ant on a hot pot, jumping anxiously.

What should I do at this time?That's right, it's just nonsense, the favorite of university professors!

Talk about the stars and the moon, from poetry to philosophy of life!

The line is wrong... It's about the colony, about Mercury, from the staves to the aesthetics of music.

Alva had an idea, and talked about the structure, origin and evolution of the piano he was familiar with.And short stories related to the piano.

Many female students were moved by the story of Moonlight Song, and Alva was relieved to see the time.

"Professor, I'm sorry I have a question to ask." Student Jill raised his little hand, and Professor Alva wanted to pretend he didn't see it.

"Although you told us the structure of the piano unreservedly, we should be very touched, but isn't this something that needs to be approved by the agent?" the student asked automatically without calling the name.

Alva thought of a man with a simple smile on his face, and the blind cockscomb head, and said succinctly in a cold voice that he didn't even notice, with a blank face

"Dead, with the Scholar."

Ah, that's great, there is a lot less nonsense in the classroom, and it's a lot quieter.Alva thought comfortingly.

Jill didn't even raise her hand until the get out of class was over.

"Professor, hello, I am a student of the production department. I just checked and found that many parts of this piano can be reduced. Why did you choose a production method that makes the volume so large?"

Ah, the production student wearing the green badge, why are you still here?

"If I tell you that according to the current technology, the appearance of hands and feet can be reduced, and you only need to dig out the brain and connect it to the machine to survive, would you be willing?"

Why would he give such an example?

The students of the production department were taken aback by this example, their faces changed, and it seemed that it was difficult to accept such a "simplification".

"Most of the time music is placed on feelings, and what is always accompanied by music is our musical instruments. Many times it is not a question of whether we need it, but a question of reluctance. It is difficult to discard after getting used to it, and it becomes difficult to adapt to changes. Human beings are the only ones, and it is our feelings that will become inseparable due to time. The nostalgia and mood that seem to be useless and useless, can’t be achieved, can’t be determined, can’t be broad, and can’t make rapid progress, but I think that's what makes people cute."

Alva spoke in a very calm voice, and there was no sound below.

"If you don't want to change so that we meet again, things are different, and you want to keep traces of what once existed to prove the existence of a period of history."

Whether it is the yellowed and tarnished piano keys or the old treads, they are all memories and living proofs.Looking at the keys that are smoothed by fingers, it seems that you can see yourself growing up with the music. These are things that cannot be given by materials with good quality.

And it is precisely these seemingly redundant traces that give us courage at critical moments.

"There is no one who doesn't need the past."

The bell for the end of get out of class rang safely, and Alva clapped his hands and said that get out of class was over.

A girl slowly raised her hand, looked at Alva with sparkling eyes and said

"Professor, I want to learn the music that represents your past, and I hope to teach you more in the future."

Alva leaned on the door frame, turned around and smiled and said,

"To each other, see you tomorrow."

After walking for a while, Alva suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Professor, Professor Alva Marco!"

Alva stopped, panting as Jill stood in front of him on her knees.

"What's the matter with you?" Alva asked hesitantly.I'm free after you're out of class, don't pester the boy.

"I'm sorry!" Jill said loudly.

"what?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just an idiot without a head. I shouldn't just joke about the Scholar. I'm very sorry!" Jill finished speaking in one breath, her face flushed because of nervousness or lack of breath. "It doesn't matter how you punish me!"

"It doesn't matter how you punish it?" Alva laughed when he heard this, in a cold way.The boy Jill trembled nervously, but he didn't give up asking for forgiveness, and stood there waiting for Alva to speak.

"Then... just copy the San Bruno motto a thousand times."

"Huh?" It was Jill's turn this time.Alvashi walked away suddenly and was fined for copying books. It was really a commemorative event.

In order to prevent the alumni from being bullied, the hedgehog head stopped not far away, and laughed dumbfounded when they heard the punishment. Is it the school motto of San Bruno?

He also missed the stone wall covered with ivy.

Get through the first day safely, and tomorrow's class will be a headache.

Alva got off work early after class and waited at the school gate, ready to go back and get ready.

After getting away from the noisy crowd, Alva stood at the gate of the school wearing sunglasses. The gate was very cold before school was over.

The wide river stretches from the school gate to all directions. On the waterway at the school gate, there are occasional small boats drifting past, so that the light of the water flickers on the mottled stone walls. Rows of neat five-petal rose-shaped windows catch the sunlight. Printed petals fell on the corridor behind him, like the footprints of the sun quietly passing by.From time to time, a breeze blows by, blowing the water waves, making the boat sway and creak, and the regular sound of the waves swaying gently, like whispering with the wind.

The holographic projection screens that can be seen everywhere above the head are constantly playing his songs, from byyourlove to

Alva lowered his head and looked at his reflection in the water.

It's been a month, and the news about the Scholars seems to have become unimportant.The news broadcast about the Scholar lasted for about a week before it began to fade out of people's sight.The so-called news did not explain the real cause of the accident, nor did it mention the cause of Mr. Bruno's death. The news announced to the public that the Scholar disintegrated due to an internal program operation error.The military department highly praised Major Grann's judgment at the time of crisis, and held a so-called award ceremony on Mercury.Of course Alva didn't go.After Gran came back from the award ceremony, Alva didn't see anything like a medal on his chest either.Gran never mentioned anything about the Scholar, and Alva would not take the initiative to mention it.Such days without much communication, unexpectedly passed for a long time in peace.

Every day when Alva got up, Gran had already left, and sometimes Alva fell asleep, and Gran hadn't come back yet.But on weekends, I will accompany him to watch Mercury's folk music, and will take him to the famous attractions of Mercury.Life is as plain as the days in memory, but what has become different.

Those things that have not been mentioned are repeatedly ground in my heart, deeply embedded in my heart, and sink into the bottom of my heart.How many things he thought would not change have changed drastically in an instant.

Take the road you are used to, see the scenery you are used to, and the people you are familiar with... Gwenbury.

Everything in front of me is as strange as yesterday, and then it will become familiar as yesterday, but I don't know when it will disappear again. Badday's music reverberated briskly, and his singing voice said he was strong with a smile, but it was so difficult to do it while worrying about gains and losses.

Seeing the clouds drifting away with the river, Alva walked to the water's edge, took off his glasses, and a sudden strong wind blew up the hem of his clothes, shaking the young boy's slender and isolated body by the water's edge.

The light singing voice rises with the wind, accompanied by the swaying sound of the distant boat, singing softly

Some people say that memory is a river that can easily drown the weak reeds

Some say memory is a razor that will let your soul bleed

Some say memory is a hunger, an endless, painful need

I said, memory is a flower.And you are the only flower

I never learn to dance because my heart is afraid of being hurt

It's because the dream is worried about being awakened, so it will always miss the opportunity

People who don't want to suffer don't know how to give

A soul that worries about death does not know how to live

When the night seems so lonely, the way to go seems endless

When you think only the lucky and the strong are blessed with love

Remember, under the cool winter snow

hidden a seed

Once the spring sun shines, it can transform into a rose

There was the sound of a flute playing in conjunction with the music, and the coordination was perfect. Alva finished singing the second half of the song in surprise and looked at the black-haired girl who came by boat.

The girl in fisherman's attire smiled shyly after blowing a song, waved to Alva, and left with the current.