Yan Jiecheng recently taught theory and trained practical operations in the factory.
When I got home, I read the books I bought and my knowledge increased a lot.
I even learned a lot about music theory. You can also play a few tunes on your lips.
He also remembered a lot of those songs from later generations, which he wrote down when he was learning the ocarina in those years.
In later generations, I once went to Jinan. There is a charming woman named Xia who sells ocarinas by the Daming Lake.
Yan Jiecheng gave up Xiao Bai and performed a good deed to the female donor.
It's a pity that his musical sense is very poor and he just can't play the rhythm.
He envied Jia Dongxu very much for this. Every night someone was singing at home, and he was also a master of playing, playing and singing.
Yan Jiecheng also learned guitar for several months, and his level has always been stable.
Stable: flashing and shining.
Would you say it's annoying?
That evening, Yan Jiecheng was practicing flute in the park.
After finishing the song, Yan Jiecheng realized that there were two people standing next to him
An older man in his early forties. Although he is dressed plainly, his whole body reveals an air of talent that cannot be hidden.
Yan Jiecheng finally opened his eyes. It turns out that this world really does have that invisible aura.
Of course, the third uncle’s poor aura cannot be hidden.
The other one is in his early twenties and is very artistic.
The older one greeted Yan Jiecheng with a smile.
"What do you call this little brother? What was the tune you played just now?"
"Auntie, just call me Yan Jiecheng. I played this tune randomly."
"Xiao Yan, just call me Aunt Wu. I am doing music in Shanghai Film. This is my student Fen Taoli, she is in the Central Song and Dance Ensemble."
Wu Ke listened to Yan Jiecheng's nonsense and was noncommittal. After all, A Bing’s experience preceded him.
The three of them sat in front of a stone table in the park and started chatting, and soon they became familiar with each other.
"Xiao Yan, your song has a five-note sequence of uterus, shang, jiao, zheng and yu. The melody is ups and downs and catchy. It's very powerful!"
"The melody is lowering step by step, first suppressing and then rising, with twists and turns. The tune is simple and melodious, with a traditional style." Fen Taoli commented.
"Xiao Fen is right. This song, this song, yes, yes, it should be..." Then he patted his thigh and continued:
"Extremely heroic."
"How did you figure it out?"
What could Yan Jiecheng say? He thought to himself that I thought of it based on my memory.
"I don't really understand it. I just watch the river melt in spring, the snow falls in winter, and read the poems of great men."
Wu Ke: ...I can finally see that this little guy is a bit of a scoundrel. I've learned that if I encounter something I'm too lazy to talk about in the future, I'll just do it.
The three chatted for a while, and Yan Jiecheng got to know the master and apprentice somewhat.
It was these understandings that made his scalp tingle. This was when he met a great god.
Wu Ke originally reported to the Central Youth Organization.
The song she composed came out a few days ago, and the organization specifically talked to her to prepare it as the song for the children's team.
Yan Jiecheng shouldn't be too familiar with that song.
After all, such a big family property.
He waited until he was a teenager and reached middle age, but he still couldn't find a place to take over.
This student of hers is even more famous all over the world!
In the end, the master and the apprentice composed a song for Canglang's laughter, and Yan Jiecheng couldn't help but get angry when he saw it.
So he continued his shamelessness to the end and pretended to fill in the lyrics.
The three of them left each other's contact information and parted ways.
Yan Jiecheng felt some regret after the two left.
He felt that he was drifting away, actually doing nothing serious all day long, only doing such petty bourgeois sentimental things.
This is because he didn’t die quickly enough.
This body has returned to its youthful state, and it has actually had a lot of impact on my own mentality and personality.
After Yan Jiecheng carefully reflected, he was ready to learn professional knowledge on weekdays.
At least look good.
But such professional books are rare in this era, and there is no such thing in bookstores.
Today's bookstores are filled with various literary and artistic works, most of which are related to art, literature, and history.
As for engineering books, there are very few.
Yan Jiecheng simply went to Jiaotong University. They are all young people.
Soon he got in touch with several of the students and often begged them to get him some professional books.
Of course, they borrowed them from the school library, and Yan Jiecheng had to return them after reading them.
Yan Jiecheng only needs to give these students a little favor and that's it.
Besides, Yan Jiecheng speaks well and is often refreshing when discussing professional issues, so everyone is willing to help him.
After all, helping Yan Jiecheng can satisfy their compassion. I always feel that I have done one good thing every day today.
Gradually, the story of Yan Jiecheng spread among these students.
Everyone knows a young worker who taught himself railway engineering.
When Yan Jiecheng saw this, he smiled with satisfaction.
That night, Xu Damao made an appointment with Yan Jiecheng again.
This time, Yan Jiecheng brought two bottles of Erguotou.
Damao's food is always so hard.
Although, Xu Damao did it himself. But, it tastes really good.
The main reason is that this guy is willing to give up gas.
Chicken stewed with mushrooms, spicy dried radish, and boiled peanuts in salt water.
This is also the reason why Yan Jiecheng is willing to drink with Xu Damao.
If you want to drink with Silly Zhu, you can only drink peanuts and cabbage.
Xu Damao, he always entertains guests in a grand manner, and he doesn't spend money on things that make him happy.
Regarding this matter, Yan Jiecheng felt that his old Yan family had to learn from Xu Damao.
Xu Damao pretended to be unhappy when he saw the two bottles of wine Yan Jiecheng was carrying.
"Xie Cheng, what kind of wine do I need when you come here? We don't have much else, so we have enough wine."
Whoever believes what the scene says is foolish and has to pretend to believe it.
"Hey, I believe this. But we can't always let you spend money like this."
Yan Jiecheng pointed to the dishes on the table and swallowed his saliva.
Then he said: "Look, good guy, this is probably not a whole big fat chicken."
Seeing this, Xu Damao looked proud.
"No, it's a full five pounds. This was given to me by fellow villagers when I went to the countryside to play a movie."
"Come on, let's talk while eating."
Xu Damao pulled Yan Jiecheng to sit at the dining table, opened the bottle of wine, and poured it for the two of them.
The little hen drank more and more.
The two scolded Sha Zhu for his arrogance, and together they thought of several ways to punish him, waiting for Sha Zhu.
Scolding the old man, scolding the deaf old lady...
Later, I drank too much.
even
"The third uncle is just Yan Laoxi, he is so picky..."
"Hehe, the third uncle seems to be your father."
Yan Jiecheng raised his head, thought for a while, and muttered: "Forget it."
"But your dad has really mastered the realm. Hehe, good guy, a seventh-level teacher, with a salary of forty-one and a half dollars. When he meets people, he says that he only has twenty-seven and a half dollars. It is not easy to support a big family. To calculate something for others. It’s really..."
Xu Damao raised his eyebrows and said cowardly: "Hey, your father never thought that I would know, right?"
Yan Jiecheng ignored Xu Damao. After hearing what Xu Damao said about Yan Bugui's salary, Yan Jiecheng woke up more than half of the time.
Okay, old man, you hid it deep enough.
