It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

The concert was very sloppy and serious.

The sloppiness lies in the fact that they have never experienced a performance without rehearsals, not to mention rehearsals, but the concert itself is a matter of brainstorming.

As for being serious, anyone who has watched a monologue performance, even a child who does not know music, can see that the five people respect the stage. Even if it is a simple stage, the accompaniment lighting is far-fetched, and they can put a lot of effort on it .

The platform is a hollow wooden board, square and square, two meters by two meters, not as big as the bed they slept in when they were at Grandpa Xu's house, and they dare not jump or jump, so the five of them all chose to stand and sing tacitly.

The only one who was more excited was Ace. Although he deliberately changed to a Chinese rap song, the audience couldn't keep up with his words. They all listened to each other with question marks on their faces, and they didn't know where to start applauding.

Ace ignored all of these, and was immersed in his own small world. When he was singing, he bent his knees and used his strength to jump down. , almost fell down in fright.

In the middle of this very small field concert, Qin Xuan came to the stage to host the interlude, and asked in a lively atmosphere if anyone would come up to sing a song. Unexpectedly, someone actually raised their hands in response.

To be precise, someone raised their hands.

Aunt Yu's arm was pulled high by another aunt, and while she said "I can't, I can't", she walked uprightly on the stage. The director gave an accompaniment according to Aunt Yu's request, and sang in one voice At that time, Sinan who was on the side of the stage was shocked.

Now he feels more and more that the site selection team of "100" has worked very hard, and this small mountain village with less than a hundred households is simply Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Aunt Yu still sang folk songs, and when her voice was bright, she had a pure voice that neither skill nor experience could replace.After the song was over, Aunt Yu took the microphone and started chatting familiarly, saying that she used to like to sing a few voices before she went out (married), and she and her husband also met because of folk songs. Waking up reminded her a lot of things when she was young.

As he said that, he bowed to the five monologues, and said: "Thank you for being able to come and help us so much. The folks in Yushu Village will miss you, and I hope you can sing more songs." Good songs, actors can perform better plays, and come back to see us when you are free."

Qin Xuan came onto the stage with another microphone. He first responded to Aunt Yu's thanks on behalf of the monologue, and then said: "It is our honor to spend these four days in Yushu Village. I hope we will have a long stay in Japan."

When Aunt Yu stepped down from the stage, tears rolled in her eyes.

The last song is a chorus of five people. They discussed and decided to sing the song last night-"Late".

The non-title song in the debut album.

I think this song is very suitable as the ending song tonight.

"It's not about the glory of overcoming thorns and thorns

Just for you, wearing red makeup and coarse cloth clothes"

"Take off your armor and pick flowers all over the world

Then replace it with oil, salt and firewood together with fame.”

"The Shibamon dog barking at night is home to people"

"Although I am late

but i have come

The feats all over the body are not worth the porridge, one meal, one vegetarian and one meat at home.

Yushu Village has lived here for generations. Although it is not the peak life in the conventional cognition, with the slow growth of every plant and tree, spending a lifetime living in firewood, rice, oil and salt is probably the peace that many people can only hope for.

When the concert ended and the crowd dispersed, five people stayed behind to help clean up the leftovers.

When the villagers came, each of them held a handful of snacks in their hands, but when they dispersed, few left any traces.Hu Zi also came over to help clean up. Grandpa Xu was also coming, but Qin Xuan seriously persuaded him to go back and rest.

Seeing Huzi helping the prop group pick up wires, Sinan asked him, "Do you think we sang well tonight?"

Huzi buried his head in pulling on the wire, and let out a soft "hmm".

Simon asked him again: "Then who do you think sings the best?"

Huzi froze for a moment, quickly scanned the surrounding people, and said, "It all sounds good."

"Where's the one that sounds the best?" Si Nan continued to tease him as if he couldn't hear his tone.

Hu Zi was full of embarrassment, hesitated for a long time and said, "The last one."

"The last one?" Sinan was wondering who the last one was, but suddenly he realized that it wasn't a chorus at the end. He smiled and took the foxtail and gently scratched Huzi's prickly head, "You can really talk. No one can offend ah."

At this time, Mo Tingbai walked past him with a swivel chair and said, "The last one is me."

Simon: ...

Really, the last single solo is his, even the last line of the last chorus is his.

Si Nan shook his head and smiled, even in front of children, Mo Tingbai had to fight for the first place.

……

After returning to Grandpa Xu's house, it was already half past nine, but the lights in their room were turned on.

My heart skipped a beat, someone forgot to turn off the lights before going out, how much electricity would be wasted this day, what a crime.

Si Nan immediately rushed into the gate, only to see Grandpa Xu sitting on the threshold, holding a piece of wood by light and carving there.

Seeing people coming back, Grandpa Xu got up while supporting the door frame, and smiled at them and said, "You're back."

Si Nan stood at the front, looked at the lights in the room with a guilty expression, but looked down at the wood carving in Grandpa Xu's hand, wondering whether he should turn off the lights immediately.

Sinan: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, maybe we forgot to turn off the lights when we came back during the day. This month, we will—"

Before Sinan could finish speaking, Grandpa Xu interrupted him with a smile and said, "I opened it up. You guys have worked hard singing. How about it being dark when you come back?"

He Shenjian saw the initial shape of the wood carving in Grandpa Xu's hand and asked Grandpa Xu, "Is that a microphone in your hand?"

Grandpa Xu took out the exquisite wood carvings that had already begun to take shape, although there was no time to repair the details in the future, and said, "Yes, I thought you were leaving tomorrow, so I don't know what to give you. The microphone you are holding is strange. , and carved one accordingly.”

As he spoke, he laughed again: "It's impossible to sing, but ah, it can be displayed as a souvenir."

Ace rushed over and picked up the wooden microphone: "Wow! There are debugging keys, grandpa, you have sharp eyes."

Grandpa Xu is quite proud: "I don't say anything else in my life, there are absolutely few people who can match my eyes."

The microphone was transferred to Mo Tingbai. Mo Tingbai looked at the structure of the wooden microphone and said, "Actually, if the inside is hollowed out and an inner core is placed, it should be able to be made into a usable microphone."

Grandpa Xu used to make wooden birds no matter how similar they were, and he had never seen a bird that could fly. When he heard that the wooden microphone might be able to make a sound, he immediately became interested: "Is what you said true?"

Mo Tingbai said in a light tone: "It shouldn't be difficult. When I go back, I will contact Mr. Mou, who customized the wheat before me—" Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly realized that Grandpa Xu didn't have a mobile phone, "I'll ask Mr. Mou to contact you. I also know some people in the art gallery, if you don't mind, you can show them the work."

Grandpa Xu is naturally happy in his heart, but he also has some worries: "These little gadgets of mine can't be called works, and the teachers will laugh at them."

Mo Tingbai's expression remained the same: "You are doing better than many experts."

It's okay to say this in private, but it's very controversial to say it in front of tens of millions of viewers, not to mention that this is a real-time live broadcast.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qin Xuan immediately came to the rescue and said: "In some art museums, most of them are jade and stone carvings, and there are very few hand-made wood carvings like yours. If the negotiation goes well, your works can also bring some Different colors."

The implication is that Mo Tingbai's words do not mean to criticize others, because there are no other "experts" in the same category for comparison, so naturally there is no belittlement of anyone.

When the two said this, Grandpa Xu agreed in surprise and joy.

……

It was exactly seven o'clock when they got up in the morning, and they had already spent four full days in this program or in this village.

Early in the morning, Aunt Yu brought over a pot of tofu, saying that it was ground overnight, and it was freshly baked this morning, and it was hot just in time.Not long after, the village chief brought over another plate of chicken, and specifically said that it was chicken, not other birds, snakes, or anything like that.

Qin Xuan asked Aunt Yu to eat with the village head, but the two ran away with empty plates and basins. The village head, who had been sluggish in his legs and feet, suddenly seemed to practice a [-]-meter sprint.

Then they ate their last breakfast in Yushu Village very "luxuriously".

After eating, with more than three hours left before the end, the five of them wandered around this small village again on foot.

In fact, the village can be completely completed in less than 10 minutes, but the small gifts distributed yesterday have greatly shortened the distance between them and the villagers. Coupled with Qin Xuan's interaction during the tour, the day before, I still felt that they were All the villagers, who are unattainable stars, felt that the other party was like a child who grew up by his side and was about to go out.

People kept greeting and chatting with them along the way, from whether they have a date to asking whether their star company is still recruiting, and after knowing that they are leaving today with some enthusiasm, they just stuffed two eggs into their hands to make way for the road eat.

It took them more than two hours to reach their destination - a primary school in the village built behind the village.

It is said that it is an elementary school, but it is actually three small rooms, one is the office of the principal and the only teacher, and the other two are student classrooms.

The two classrooms are divided into grades 1-3 and grades 4-6.

There are three grades of children sitting in a classroom, and there are two blacked-out walls inside. One grade learns, another grade does homework, and another grade goes to recess.

This is how the curriculum is arranged, the three grades come in rotation, and the class time is as long as the get out of class time, but the students don't know how relaxed this method is, because they have never experienced the 45+10 recess system.

But most of the time, you don't need to be so troublesome, because usually you can't make up the six grades. When there are many students in the whole school, there are only 8 students, and there are only three students in the second grade, so No matter what, the shift schedule of the rotation system cannot be satisfied.

When Sinan and the others arrived, the principal was teaching mathematics to the third graders, and there was a formula written on the wall: 3 kilometer = 1 kilometer = 1 meters.

The only third-grade student, Xiao Ming, raised his hand and asked him, "Why is 1 kilometer equal to 1000 meters? How can 1 be equal to 1000?"

A bald-headed boy in the second grade laughed at him: "The units are different, well, I've learned them all."

This is the advantage of taking classes in a series of grades. With a little distraction, the second grade can learn the knowledge of the third grade.

Xiao Ming, who was in the third grade, was blushing with embarrassment, and hoped that he would hurry up and get out of class so that he could go out and play with Leizi, who was in the fourth grade.

Thinking about it this way, he felt sad and unstoppable. If he had come a few months earlier and told Principal Zhou to go to school, he would have been able to attend classes with Leizi in the second class.

It's a pity that he had to help his grandfather harvest rice at that time, so he didn't have time to come to class.

Outside, Leizi was dancing rubber bands with a sixth grade girl. The rubber bands were not very muscular and were made of hemp rope. Hearing the sound, he turned his eyes out of the window, and saw Sinan and the others standing at the window.

Seeing Xiao Ming's desertion in class, Principal Zhou was so angry that he was about to throw him with the chalk tip that was less than two millimeters left, but he felt distressed and didn't want to throw it out. Then he followed his gaze and saw Sinan and the others, and quickly Carefully put the end of the chalk in the bottomless chalk box, ask Xiao Ming to copy the formula 10 times first, then preview the next page by himself, and go out to say hello to a few people.

"Hello, Principal Zhou." Qin Xuan preempted the greeting.

Principal Zhou smiled and said, "Hi, hello, I heard that you are going back today. You are still used to living here these days."

Qin Xuan said: "Living here is very good. The air is much better than ours. I don't know how long I haven't seen such a bright night sky."

Principal Zhou said: "Is that right? Let's not talk about anything else here. The air is very nourishing. If you live for a while, you will be much healthier than now."

Qin Xuan regretted, "It's a pity that there are still many jobs to do when I go back, otherwise I really want to settle here."

Principal Zhou was very happy when he heard that, and asked again: "Are you here to see the students?" He saw Huzi also coming not far away, and thought that Huzi was bringing them here to find someone .

"No, we are looking for you." He Shenjian said.

Principal Zhou: "Looking for me?"

Then He Shenjian explained the purpose of the trip to Principal Zhou.

It was also the idea that they saw the schoolbag that Huzi almost gave up. They inquired and found out that there is a Yushu Primary School in Yushu Village. In addition to the 50-year-old principal Zhou, another teacher is also a villager in the village. I went out to work for more than ten years in [-], and then came back here as a teacher, and almost all the money I saved in the past ten years was used to buy teaching materials and teaching supplies.

Occasionally some college student volunteers come over during the summer vacation. At this time, their offices will also be used as classrooms. Sometimes there is only one teacher and one student in a room.

They only found out after asking that Huzi's parents were working outside and would send money back once every two months. Grandpa Xu would keep some of it for living, and donate the rest to the school.

"The leader told us that we can't have poor education if we are poor." These are the words of Grandpa Xu.

That's why they plan to come here.

"Sponsoring our school?" Principal Zhou was surprised at first, and then said: "We can't accept this for no reason. The country subsidizes our Yushu Primary School every year. How can we have the nerve to ask for your money again. Besides, you have also seen that we actually There are only a few students in total. If the conditions are a little better, they all go to school in the town. I knock on the door and ask them to come to school if the conditions are a little better. Come and I will do it for one day. In this way... I am really embarrassed to accept your sponsorship."

"I know what you said." Qin Xuan smiled and said to Principal Zhou, "We mean to sponsor a batch of money to renovate the classrooms and teaching materials, and then we will sponsor as long as you can do it. The situation here We have also seen the same in the past few days. Although the children did not say anything, it can be seen that they still like going to school."

At this time, Xiao Ming's eyes were floating on them outside the window. Si Nan made a grimace at him, scaring Xiao Ming so that he kept his head down and continued to write: 1 kilometer = 1 kilometer... Then he wondered in his heart: How can a kilometer be equal to a kilometer? ?

He Shenjian followed Qin Xuan's words and said: "You can also ask us for other needs at any time. This is our contact information. You can call this number." He handed over a business card, it was He Shenjian's assistant Du Yan's.

"You don't have to refuse!" Sinan took the business card and put it into Principal Zhou's shy hand, "We won't give you these for nothing. You may not know that we artists will also do charity work. It helps our cause."

Principal Zhou didn't expect Sinan to say that, he hesitated for a while, put the business card in his pocket, and said, "Then I will thank you on behalf of the students!"

Principal Zhou bowed to them, and they immediately returned.

After saying goodbye to Principal Zhou, on the way back, a few people chatted about what they could do, and Ace clapped his hands suddenly: "Building roads! There has been no way to develop here, isn't it because the roads are not easy to walk! Building a road is not easy. alright?"

Qin Xuan knocked on his head: "You're quite smart."

Ace proudly said: "That's right, don't look at who I am."

Then Mo Tingbai poured cold water on him: "Do you know what it means to build a road from Yushu Village?"

"What?" Ace asked.

Mo Tingbai said: "This place is at least 30 kilometers away from the nearest expressway. Not to mention the expressway, the road that can be driven smoothly is close to [-] kilometers away from here, not counting the impassable road construction that needs to be bypassed. Do you know how much it costs to build a ten-kilometer road?"

Qin Xuan responded from the side: "We may not have that much funds." Helping Yushu Village is purely their own idea, and some parts of the implementation may cooperate with the program group, but the funds will be shared among the five of them in the later stage. Don't think about it, Mai Yu will definitely not pay.

Then Ace said, "Fund? What funding?"

Si Nan watched from the side and smiled slightly.

This familiar tone reminded him of the same way back then: Funding?Not to mention funding, problems that money can solve are not considered problems.

Ace said again: "Build a road. If you can do it, you can negotiate with the local government. Many things around here can definitely be used. In addition, the soil on the mountain in Yushu Village is actually quite good. It's a pity to only grow peaches. , It would be better to open up the barren hills next to it and plant some fruit trees with high economic value. If the road is open, it can also be used for tourism. When the tourism industry rises, a small business circle around it will be formed. If it can be planned well in the early stage, the investment will pay off. Still no problem."

I thought Ace was on the first floor, but I didn't expect him to be in the atmosphere.

Mo Tingbai gave him a compliment: "I didn't expect you to be a born capitalist when you still have a brain." Then he changed the subject, "But look back."

Ace turned his head and met the gentle little eyes of the camera brother following them.

Ace felt relieved, it was over, he said hey and forgot that it was still live.

He explained to the camera far-fetchedly: "I just said nonsense, please don't take it seriously."

But it's clear that everyone doesn't buy it, and the barrage has gone crazy:

"Ask for an ice bag. Support"

"Perhaps you have a half-brother living abroad?"

"Ai Ge, the life of a business tycoon who was delayed by rap"

"Whenever I think of such a cute ice and being so rich at the same time, I feel that I love him even more."

There are also those who say that they are not listening.

I don't know who started it, this sentence has been copied more than 100 times, and there are a few moments that almost cover the entire screen.

"People are people, Mo Tingbai is Mo Tingbai"

Don't get confused.

……

During the last half hour of the live broadcast, the five people pulled their suitcases and stood on the hill when they arrived.

When they came, the village chief stood on the whole hill waiting for them.

Now it was time to go, and almost the whole village came to see them off.

Some of the dozens of people were standing under this small hill, and some were in their own fields, but they all chose to watch them off at this time.

"Grandpa Xu, take care of your health. I hope to see your works exhibited in the art exhibition." Sinan held Grandpa Xu's hand and said goodbye to him. .

"I've caused you trouble these days." Qin Xuan also came over and said.

Grandpa Xu shook his head again: "No, no."

Aunt Yu said goodbye in the morning, but she still came here now, still carrying a basket of peaches: "Take it back and share it with your colleagues." Then she added: "You don't have to return the basket to me."

Looking at the pair of eyes, Sinan felt very touched from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe it's the human heart, when you treat others well, others can quickly perceive it.

Perhaps it was the wind in the mountains that blew their hearts very clean, and every good deed could stay with them for a long time.

The director's assistant held up a sign to remind them that the end time was coming soon, and the car had already pulled over and parked beside them.

"Goodbye."

"We are destined to meet again."

Huzi gritted his teeth to force back tears, hid behind his grandfather and watched them get into the car.

After several people got into the car, Hu Zi ran out from behind his grandfather and stared blankly at the dark car window, which reflected his tearful eyes.

The car started, causing a small wave of movement in the crowd.

Huzi still stared at the car window without speaking.

A few seconds later, when the car was supposed to drive away, the window was slowly rolled down.

Mo Tingbai stretched out a hand from inside, and threw something into Hu Zi's hand: "If you have something you like, do it hard, there is no shame in having a dream."

It's that model airplane.

Then, the car drove away.It took away a cloud of smoke and Huzi's unspeakable inferiority complex.

Looking at the airplane model in his hand, he thought, one day, he will also fly into the sky.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Houttuynia cordata;

Thank you!