After leaving the kindergarten, Yang Yi returned to the coffee shop, parked his car, and went to the building of the School of Classical Music alone. The School of Classical Music was not far from the back door. It only took a few minutes to walk from the coffee shop.
The building where the School of Classical Music was located covered a large area. Like the Chinese character Hui, the four floors surrounded a large garden-style patio in the middle. Because the patio area was large, the lighting was not as bad as other buildings of the same type. On the contrary, the well-taken care of green plants made people feel relaxed and happy inside.
School had not started yet, but there were still sounds of music coming from the School of Classical Music. There were all kinds of musical instruments, including piano, violin, cello, and so on. Yang Yi could also hear people practicing flute, saxophone, and even the less popular harp and cymbal sounds.
Not having the time to pursue these sounds, Yang Yi went to the third floor and knocked on the door of the office of the deputy dean, Pang Bodong.
Pang Bodong was a short, balding man in his fifties. He recognized Yang Yi at a glance. After all, Yang Yi had often occupied the headlines of major media outlets in the past year. He was also inextricably linked to Jiang Chuan. It was hard not to recognize Yang Yi's face.
Pang Bodong did not know if it was because of Yang Yi's identity, or because of his relationship with the old man, Hu Songnan, but he was still very warm to Yang Yi.
"Professor Hu said that you would come to our school to listen. I didn't dare to believe it. You are a big star, and you have composed a lot of songs. Why would you want to go back to university to study again?" Pang Bodong asked with a smile after chatting with Yang Yi.
"Pop music composition is not particularly profound knowledge. After a period of composing, I also realized that my own accumulation of knowledge is not enough. I need to learn more, more systematic knowledge of composition …" Yang Yi explained humbly to Pang Bodong.
Of course, Yang Yi did not tell him the real reason. But what he said was not a lie. There was indeed a reason in this regard.
After a while, Pang Bodong stood up and said with a smile, "I believe that you don't need us to teach you the basics of music theory and solfeggio training. You can talk to the professor about harmony, polyphony, orchestration, music form, and so on. You can see which classes you need to listen to and which grade's progress. I've already contacted a few professors. Let's go. I'll introduce you to them. "
Pang Bodong walked out with Yang Yi and headed in the direction of the composition department. On the way, a few students passed by and greeted Pang Bodong. They also saw Yang Yi.
At first, these students didn't think much of it. When they reacted and turned around, they only saw Pang Bodong leading Yang Yi into an office.
"Isn't that Yang Yi? What is he doing here? "The students looked at each other, but their curiosity was already bursting.
…
At noon, at Springfield Kindergarten.
Lu Weisha's situation did not change much. She still found it difficult to communicate with the other students, and even with the teachers.
It was not that the teachers did not speak English well. Springfield Kindergarten had very high standards for English teaching, and this requirement was not only a certificate, but also the standard of oral English. Teacher Mu, Teacher Shen, and Teacher Cai could all communicate with foreigners fluently in English.
But what was the use? Teacher Mu and the others spoke quickly, and Lu Weisha did not understand. When the words were complicated, she did not understand either.
On the contrary, Lu Weisha stumbled and spoke while gesturing. She was able to "chat" with Xi Xi and the others.
This was especially true for Xi Xi. Under the stimulation of her friends, she dug up the foundation of English that she had forgotten for more than a year. Although she was not fluent in English, her pronunciation was not standard, and she did not know many words, she was about the same as Lu Weisha. When she could occasionally understand a sentence from the other party, she was so happy that she danced with joy.
Therefore, when it was time for lunch, Lu Weisha also treated Xi Xi and her other friends as her lifesavers and followed them closely.
On the first day of school, the kindergarten cafeteria was still in a mess. The new students in the lower class still didn't know the rules, and the other older students weren't any better. Perhaps after a summer of playing outside, they had forgotten how to behave in kindergarten. A large group of children hugged their lunch boxes and ran around, chattering like tens of thousands of ducks, almost turning the whole world upside down.
"Sta _ i _ ko …" Lu Weisha had been to a kindergarten in Sweden. In Swedish kindergartens, even the children who couldn't even walk steadily would be obedient. They would hold their plates in an orderly manner and line up to get their food. After they finished eating, they would even obediently put their plates in the recycling area. Hence, she couldn't help but mutter.
This was also the most common sentence that Swedes taught their children from a young age: "Line up properly!" (Note 1)
But no one could understand it.
"Lu Weisha, what did you say?" Xi Xi asked enthusiastically.
"She's saying something weird again." Chen Shiyun made a funny face and chuckled at Lan Xin.
Lu Weisha could more or less understand the meaning of "say something". She tried to explain to Xi Xi in English, "Get … get … the line …"
She was still gesturing with her hands.
However, Xi Xi could not understand the meaning of this sentence in English. A line was a line, but what did it mean when it was combined? Moreover, Lu Weisha was not right …
The two of them looked at each other in confusion for a while. Xi Xi simply followed her own thoughts — she thought that Lu Weisha was afraid.
"Don't be afraid, Lu Weisha. We can help you, and, and you can eat with us! "The little girl kindly patted her two cartoon lunch boxes and said.
"I will also help you, Lu Weisha, I also brought delicious food!" Yang Luoqi was not so repulsed by Lu Weisha now. She also said along with Xi Xi.
"I can exchange with you. You give me your delicious food, give me some, then I will follow you and give you some of mine." Lan Xin also said, but the little fat girl was obsessed with food. She looked at Lu Weisha's lunch box and drooled.
"This is called sharing!" Nan Zhaoyu felt that if he did not speak, he would not have a sense of existence.
"Hehe, sharing!" The few children were happy. They did not know why they were laughing, but this smile also infected Lu Weisha, and she also smiled.
However, when the teachers arranged a seat for them, everyone sat down and watched the other children skillfully take out a sumptuous meal from their lunch boxes. Lu Weisha was stunned. She hesitated for a moment, and then opened the lunch box and took out a sandwich.
A few pieces of vegetables, ham, and eggs, this kind of sandwich was actually quite delicious. But at noon, compared to other people's food, the gap between the "rich and poor" suddenly became obvious.
Inexplicably, Lu Weisha felt like the wind blowing the fallen leaves in her heart.
Don't think that the Swedes eat this kind of thing every day. The Swedes are still a little particular about food. They liked cold meals, such as cold smoked or warm smoked salmon, pickled salmon, cold smoked pork leg, and all kinds of sausages. These were all common dishes on their table, and the cheese, toast, and all kinds of berry dessert pies were needless to say.
But, who asked Lu Weisha to prepare lunch for her father, David?
It was just a sandwich. It was soft and cold, and it was hard to eat.
Fortunately, Xi Xi was used to bringing an extra lunch box for her children. She turned her head and saw Lu Weisha holding a sandwich.
"Do you want it?" Xi Xi pushed her box of sumptuous and beautiful dishes towards Lu Weisha, and she even changed to English and said again, "You want to eat?"
Not to mention the other dishes, Lu Weisha looked at the lychee meat, tomato, and cauliflower. Just by looking at the thick juices and the red tomato color, she knew that it was sweet and sour. It was very tempting.
Lu Weisha could not help but swallow her saliva and asked softly, "Can I?"
"Yes, we have to share!" Xi Xi said with a smile. The girl's curved eyes were like the moon in the night sky, as clear as water, as if reflecting people's hearts.
Lu Weisha did not understand Xi Xi's words, but she understood what she meant. Lu Weisha felt warm in her heart, and she said sincerely to Xi Xi, "Tack! (Thank you) "
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