House Dad’s Literary Life

After leaving kindergarten, Yang Lan returned to the coffee shop and stopped the car before coming to the building of the classical music school. The classical music school was not far from the back door, and it was a few minutes' walk from the coffee shop.

The building where the School of Classical Music is located covers a large area, like a word, and the four floors are surrounded by a large garden-like patio in the middle. Because the patio area is very large, the lighting is not as bad as other buildings of the same type. Instead, the well-kept green plants give the people inside a feeling of optimism.

I haven't started school yet, but the classical music school still has music coming out, what kind of instruments are there, piano, violin, cello, etc. Needless to say, Yang Lan’s ears can still hear people practicing flute, saxophone, and even The harp and the sound of the unpopular are also there.

There was no time to search for these music. Yang Lan walked to the third floor and knocked on the office door of the appointed Vice President Pang Bodong.

Pang Bodong is a short-haired, mid-aged man in his fifties in the Mediterranean. He recognized Yang Lan at a glance. After all, Yang Lan often grabbed the headlines of major media in the past year. There are inextricable relationships, and it is difficult to know Yang Hao’s face.

I don't know if it is because of Yang Lan's identity, or because of the relationship between Hu Yunan's father, Pang Bodong is still very enthusiastic about Yang Lan.

"Professor Hu said that you are coming to our college. I can't believe it. You, a big star, have made a lot of songs. How can you think of going back to college to study again?" Pang Bodong and Yang Lan sneaked a lot. Then asked with a smile.

"The composition of popular music is not a particularly high level of learning, and after a period of creation, I also realized that my own knowledge is insufficient, and I need to learn more and more systematic knowledge of composition..." Yang Hao humbly with Pang Bodong Explain it.

Of course, the real reason, Yang Lan did not tell him. But what he said is not a lie, there are indeed reasons for this.

After a while, Pang Bodong stood up and said with a smile: "The basic music theory, vocal training and ear training believe that we do not need to teach you, you will also. Harmony, polyphony, orchestration, music, etc., you I will communicate with the professor myself, see which courses I need to listen to, and which grades I will listen to. I have already contacted several professors, let me go, I will take you to know."

Pang Bodong came out with Yang Lan and walked in the direction of the composition department. On the way, several students passed, and they greeted Pang Bodong and saw Yang Lan.

These students didn't feel anything at first. When they reacted, they turned around and saw Pang Bodong walked into an office with Yang Lan.

"Isn't this Yang Lan? What did he come to us?" The students looked at each other, but the curiosity was already bursting.

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At noon, Chuntian Kindergarten.

Lu Weisha's situation has not changed much, she is still difficult to communicate with other students, and even difficult to communicate with the teacher.

It’s not that the teacher’s English is not good. Chuntian Kindergarten’s English requirements for preschool are very high, and this requirement is not just a certificate, but the most important thing is the level of oral English. Mr. Mu, Shen and Mr. Cai are very fluent in English to communicate with foreigners.

But what is the use? Teacher Mu, they said it was fast, Lu Weisha could not understand, and the words were complicated, she did not understand.

Instead, Lu Weisha slammed and said, one side of the plan, and a few of them can "talk" together.

Especially oh, under the stimulation of the little friend, the little girl forgot that the English foundation for more than a year was turned over by her. Although she is not fluent, the pronunciation is not standard, many words are not, but she and Lu Wei Sa is half-pounded, and can occasionally understand each other's words, and he is happy to dance.

Therefore, at the time of lunch, Lu Weisha also used the other small partners as a life-saving straw, followed closely.

The kindergarten dining hall on the first day of school is still in a mess. The freshmen of the small class still don’t know the rules, and the other old students are not good enough. Maybe after a summer vacation, they also forget what to do in kindergarten. The children hugged their own lunch boxes and ran around like tens of thousands of ducks, and they quickly quarreled the whole world.

“sta_i_ko...” Lu Weisha also went to kindergarten in Sweden. Kindergarten in Sweden, even children who are not walking well, will be obedient, orderly holding the plates, line up for dinner, and finish the meal. She put the plate in the recycling place, so she couldn't help but swear.

This is what the Swedes often say when they teach children from a young age: "Arrange your team!" (Note 1)

But no one can understand?

"Lu Weisha, what are you talking about?" He asked very enthusiastically.

"She said strange things again." Chen Shiyun dressed up a face, laughing with Lan Xin.

Lu Weisha can almost understand the meaning of "what to say", she tried to explain in English with the following: "get...get......the_line..."

The hand is still slashing.

However, I can't understand the meaning of this English. Line is a line, but what do you mean by combination? What's more, Lu Weisha did not say right...

The two men were blindfolded for a while, and humiliated according to their 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 said very well and patted her two cartoon lunch boxes.

"I will also help you, Lu Weisha, I also brought delicious!" Yang Qiqi is not so repulsive to Lu Weisha, she also said along with her.

"I can exchange with you, you give me delicious food, give me a little, then I will tell you, give you a little of me." Lan Xin also said, but the little fat girl has a obsession with eating, see Lu Weisha's lunch box, saliva DC.

"This is called sharing!" Nan Zhaoyu felt that he did not speak, there is no sense of existence.

"Giggle, share!" Several children are happy, and they don't know how to laugh, but this smile is also infected with Lu Weisha, and she also smiles.

However, the teachers arranged the positions for them. When everyone sat down, they watched the other friends skillfully take out the rich meals from their lunch boxes. Lu Weisa stunned and she hesitated and opened. Take a sandwich from the lunch box.

A few slices of vegetables, sandwiched with ham, eggs, such a sandwich is actually very delicious, just at noon, compared with other people's meals, suddenly saw the "poor and rich" gap.

Inexplicable, the bleak feeling of the wind blowing leaves drifted in the heart of Lu Weisha.

Don't think that the Swedes eat this thing every day, the Swedes are still a bit particular about eating. They like cold meals like cold smoked or warm smoked salmon, pickled herring, cold smoked pork leg, and a variety of sausages, which are common on their tables, and those cheeses, toast and various berry desserts Needless to say.

However, who gave Lu Weisha a lunch is her father David?

As for a piece of sandwich, soft and cold, it feels difficult to get a mouthful.

Fortunately, I have become accustomed to giving my friends a meal of daddy, and she turned to see Lu Weisha holding a sandwich.

"Do you want it?" He went to Lu Weisha and pushed his box of rich and good-looking dishes. He changed it to English and said "you_want_to_eat?"

No need to say other dishes, Lu Weiza looked at the lychee meat and tomato cauliflower inside, looking at the thick thick juice, looking at the red tomato color, I know the sweet and sour taste, very attractive

Lu Wesera couldn’t help but swallow and whispered, “can_i?”

"Yes, we have to share it!" smirked and said, the little girl's curved eyes are like the moon at night, clear and clean like water, as if reflecting the hearts of people.

Lu Weisha couldn’t understand what she said, but she understood what she meant. Lu Weisha’s heart was warm and heartfelt and said: “tak! (thank you)”