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"Yo Yo Say you love me, say you want me, say you will never leave me... " Wang Chong and Wang Da Shao actually began to sing.

Although the lyrics are extremely narcissistic, however, we have to admit that Wang Chong, Wang Da Shao, who is good for nothing, is really worthy of praise.

After a song, no one can say a word to ridicule him.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Wang Chong was very proud.

He frowned and winked at Dong'Er, but he found that Dong'Er didn't look at him at all. It seemed that he didn't even hear his singing just now.

Wang Chong's skill was ignored by Dong'Er. Wang Chong was angry and anxious.

Seeing a pair of wonderful eyes of Dong'Er, he glances at Ye Feng beside her from time to time.

Wang Chong turned his eyes and cleared his throat, but he said in a strange way: "I sing well because of my profound family education. What does our family do? Our family represents the entertainment industry. It's not like some people who dare to shoot MV or be a leading actor even though they are a outsider. In front of Luban's gate, you play with a big axe. In front of Guan Gong's gate, you play with a big knife. It's ridiculous, I don't think so! "

As soon as Wang Chong's words came out, everyone naturally understood that it was aimed at Ye Feng.

Yuan Rongrong, the first to stand up, pinched his waist and yelled at Wang Chong: "are you blind? Qiao Jingmo asked Mr. Ye to play the flute. Who said that the hero must sing? You can sing, but can you be the hero of Qiao Jingmo? "

"Why can't I? Looking back, I'll ask my father to shoot me a MV, let you see, can I be a hero in the end? " Wang Chong glared, turned his mouth and said with disapproval, "I don't have the same opinion as you ignorant little girl! Ye Feng, you really have the ability. Just sing to everyone. Don't you dare to speak? "

With this remark, the whole class quieted down and looked at Ye Feng anxiously, for fear that Ye Feng would be run on by Wang Chong.

Li Shuang also stood up and stood up for Ye Feng and said, "even if Mr. Ye can't sing, he is also the most respected and adored teacher in our hearts. What's wrong with not being able to sing? "

"Haha, not really. As long as Ye Feng himself admits that he, the hero supported by Qiao Jingmo, can't even sing a song, I'm happy. That's all!" Wang Chong said with a smiley face.

"Hooligan!"

"A villain will succeed!"

The students murmured.

But Wang Chong didn't care. He glanced at Ye Feng and let out an old face. He also wanted to make Ye Feng not come down.

Ye Feng smiles and looks at Wang Chong and shakes his head.

Finally, he stood up and said to the class with a smile, "I really don't know his rap songs."

"Hey, hey, just admit that you won't!" Wang Chongli said.

"However, since you are so interested, I'll share with you some of the things I've sung since I was a child. It's more suitable for today's collection of herbs." But Ye Feng said with a faint smile.

"Yeah, good!"

"Mr. Ye is going to sing for everyone!"

The students clapped desperately on purpose.

Wang Chong tightly pulled the armrest, disdained, squinting at Ye Feng, did not believe that Ye Feng could sing any high-level songs.

But Ye Feng ignored him, took a deep breath, straightened his chest and abdomen, and said slowly: "come back, will the countryside not return? Since the heart is the service of the form... "

It is not an ordinary pop song, but a song "return to Xi Lai Xi Ci", which Ye Feng sang with a unique emphasis.

With the Qi of elixir field, the man voice chants for a long time. The voice is high and low, strong and weak, fast and straight, and the change is distinct.

A mouth, with a strong sense of rhythm and shock, so that everyone's heart, a slight shock.

It's like a simple and desolate breeze, blowing people's impetuous heart, which makes people feel a sense of lofty in an instant.

With an indescribable penetrating power, the voice seems to travel through time, bringing the peaceful and natural idyllic mood of thousands of years ago, which makes people intoxicated and agitated.

Even the driver master was shocked and looked at Ye Feng in surprise. It's my first time to hear this unique "song" when I am so old.

Ye Feng is tall and straight. He shakes his head rhythmically as he chants. He is gentle, profound and gentle.

In the carriage, it became very quiet.

Ye Feng recited a song of returning home for five minutes.

In these five minutes, I led the students to a soul shaking ancient style baptism.

Until Ye Feng stopped reciting, the students were still immersed in the idyllic poetic realm, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

In a quiet aftertaste, only Wang Chong, with a sneer, sneered: "cut, damn, what is this? It's also called singing? It's as bad as crying. ""Shit, shut up!" All the students in the car wake up from a dream and yell at each other.

Wang Chong was tongue tied and angry for a moment.

"Mr. Ye, what is this? I can't use the simple word "pleasant to hear". That's very nice! "

"Yes, Mr. Ye, why have I never heard this song?"

Asked the students excitedly.

"Lying trough, is that nice? Are you idiots? What is this? You really call Ye Feng brainwashed? " Wang Chong cried in a hurry.

"This is a song called" a farewell to the past ", written by Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Do you know who Tao Yuanming is? " Ye Feng ignored Wang Chong who was gnashing his teeth and said with a smile.

"I know! Under the East fence of chrysanthemum picking, you can see Nanshan at ease! " The students answered almost in unison.

"What is it?" Wang Chong doesn't understand!

"That's right. Only Tao Weng can write such an artistic conception of the poem, and I just recited it in Hakka. How's it going, isn't it? " Ye Feng asked with a smile.

"That sounds good!" The students were so unanimous that they almost opened the top of the car.

"Teacher ye, what is chanting?" Li Shuang pushed his glasses and asked.

"Chanting is just like I did just now, chanting poetry rhythmically. This kind of recitation can not only help to remember, but also better understand the poetic atmosphere in poetry. In ancient times, when literati read poetry and prose, it was like this. " Ye Feng explained simply.

"Then why do you want to recite this song in Hakka Another student asked curiously.