Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 153 Feng Pei's Brick-moving Student

It is summer night now, the breeze is blowing cool, the sky is very round and the moon is very bright, dotted with a few stars shining with cold light, the whole plateau looks quiet and solemn.

The two chatted without saying a word.

At this time, two girls climbed up from the path beside the yard, and Yu Tongtong was still carrying a guitar.

"Father, keep your promise and sing." It was Feng Pei's daughter, Xiaoxuan, who spoke.

Feng Pei chuckled, took the guitar, plucked the strings twice under the moonlight, got familiar with it and said, "Then I'll play the song "Story of Time" written by your Uncle Yu."

After speaking, he played and sang.

spring flowers
autumn wind
and winter sunsets

blue youth

When I was young, I used to think so ignorantly
windmills in four seasons

In the song of reincarnation it circulates every day

In the poems of the romantic
I grow year by year

Yu Dongqing listened quietly.

Maybe it's been a long time since I haven't played, and the fingering is a little rusty, but the voice is still good.

After playing a song, Xiaoxuan slapped her hands and laughed, "Father, you sing really well, let's sing one more."

Feng Pei got a little excited after drinking some wine today, and said, "Dad is not good at singing pop songs, but our Qinbei folk songs. Dad will sing a part for you."

After speaking, he stood up and sang loudly to the opposite mountain col.

Mention (one) family is famous
家 住 在 三十 里铺村
The fourth sister loves to see (the) third brother

他 是 我 知心 人

Thirty miles from the main road
The theater building was demolished and the road repaired

三哥哥 今年 一十九
The two of us are not enough

The singing is melodious, the rhythm is soothing, and the sound echoes in the mountains.

Qinbei folk song "Orchid Flower".

Yu Dongqing remembers that when she was just in college, Feng Pei shocked everyone with the song "Orchid Flower" when the National Day class put on a show.

More than a decade has passed, and now it sounds like it's time to go back to college again.

After Feng Pei finished singing, Yu Dongqing smiled and said, "You sang well, the sword is not old."

"Hehe, now it's useless, smoking and drinking again, and my voice is far worse than before." Feng Pei said modestly: "We have a lot of people with a voice like mine. I have a student who sings folk songs very well!"

"Student?"

"Yes, I took it with me before. This naughty kid has poor academic performance and even failed high school, but he has a very good voice, clear timbre, and is especially good at singing Qinbei folk songs."

"Really? Where is he now?" Yu Dongqing suddenly became interested.

"I work in a brick factory in the town. I will take you there tomorrow to see if there is any future for development. It is a pity to move bricks for a lifetime."

"Okay, let's go take a look tomorrow."

After getting up and having breakfast the next morning, Feng Pei drove Yu Dongqing to a brick factory in the town.

In the place of Qinbei, summer is cool in the morning and evening, but when the sun comes out, it becomes scorching hot immediately.

Zhang Bao, wearing a vest and a safety helmet, is pushing a tricycle. His job is to move the formed hollow bricks into the kiln for firing.

After graduating from junior high school, he wandered around at home for a year, and then came to work in this brick factory for three years. A boy who used to be quite fair is now tanned and unkempt all day long. Don't care about these.

The family's economic conditions are poor, and his father's health is not very good, so after graduating from junior high school, he did not choose to work outside like others, but worked at the door of the house.

But the salary is quite high, and he can earn more than 200 yuan a day. Now that young people like him are looking for easy jobs, who wants to suffer?

The boss couldn't find young and strong laborers, and he was the youngest in the brick factory.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he looked up at the scorching sun, knowing that today was another difficult day.

He hated summer, it was too hot.Although it is colder in winter, it is better than working in a high temperature of almost 40 degrees.

Alas. Suffering from this, I would have known that I would have listened to the teacher and studied hard.

Zhang Bao remembered how his homeroom teacher Feng, who was in junior high school, tried hard to persuade him to study hard:
"You are very smart, why don't you put your mind on your studies? You only know how to play all day, and you skip classes at every turn. If you can't even pass the high school exam, what can you do? Either go to farm, go to the factory to screw screws, or Just go to the construction site to move bricks!"

Sure enough, the teacher was right, and I moved bricks in the brick factory!

So now he never dared to go to school, and when he saw Mr. Feng, he would stay far away.

He had a good voice, and Zhang Bao imagined that he could become a singer. Unfortunately, he didn't have special training, and he could sing in a card hall. If he really wanted to become a professional, he was beaten back to his original shape immediately. If he wanted to train, he had to pay for it.

How can there be so much money?

And what I am best at is not pop songs but folk songs!Who still listens to the scum of the land now?
Forget it, don't think about it, just move the bricks.

Zhang Bao bowed his waist and was walking towards the brick kiln with a cart full of bricks, when he suddenly saw two middle-aged men walking from outside the brick factory, one of them was Teacher Feng, no, he was now Principal Feng.

"Principal Feng"

"Principal Feng"

All the workers in the brick factory knew him and greeted him enthusiastically. Even the owner of the brick factory came out of the air-conditioned room and greeted him with a smile, "Principal Feng, is it a holiday? Why are you free to come to the brick factory today? Do you want to fix the house?"

"No, I came to see him for something." Feng Pei took the cigarette handed over by the other party, pointed to Zhang Bao who was pulling bricks and replied.

"Zhang Bao, your teacher is here to find you!" The owner of the brick factory shouted, and offered another cigarette to Yu Dongqing who was next to him, but Yu Dongqing declined with a smile.

When Zhang Bao saw Principal Feng coming, he pretended not to see him and wanted to sneak away quickly, but he didn't expect the boss to call him over, so he put down the car and walked over.

"Hello, Principal Feng." Zhang Bao greeted honestly.

"Come on, let me go out and talk to you." Feng Pei said something, turned around and walked outside the brick factory. Zhang Bao was a little confused but didn't dare to ask, so he followed behind.

He looked at the middle-aged man who came with Feng Pei, and suddenly felt as if he had seen him somewhere.

Suddenly he remembered:
Brother-in-law, Yu Dongqing!

I've seen it on TV, and heard his songs. Although his voice is weird, it's nice.

How could he be here?

What's the relationship with Mr. Feng?
"Teacher Yu" Zhang Bao finally plucked up the courage to imitate others and shouted: "The songs you wrote are really nice, and your singing is also nice."

"Not as good as your teacher Feng." Yu Dongqing smiled.

Teacher Feng can sing?
I never heard him sing!
Zhang Bao was surprised but didn't dare to ask any more questions. He obediently followed Feng Pei to a secluded place not far from the brick factory. On the opposite mountain were large patches of pink buckwheat that were blooming.

"Zhang Bao, please sing a piece of Qinbei folk song Xintianyou to Teacher Yu." Feng Pei turned around and said to Zhang Bao.

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