At 2:10, the rehearsal officially began. The principal, vice principal, and dean of studies all came. Teachers who did not have classes also came and sat in the audience.
The performance is in progress, with chorus, solo, dance and recitation.
The performance of the third grade students was at the front, and the performance of the first grade students was at the end. Zhou Niao listened to everyone's performance backstage and slowly relaxed.
It was the turn of the first grade students. The first one was Li Manman's dance. Zhou Xiang brought Xiao Chunmei and his elder brother to the stage. The next show was his group's turn.
After the host announced the show, Teacher Wen walked onto the stage and began the prelude to "Three Monks".
Zhou Xiang took his elder brother and Xiao Chunmei's hands, walked out of the curtain and stepped onto the stage.
A monk carries water to drink
Hey, pick some water to drink
Hey, pick some water to drink.
…
The fresh and unconventional lyrics immediately perked up the principals and teachers who were drowsy after watching the previous monotonous performances.
In particular, a young man on the stage displayed a childish demeanor, which confused the teachers in the audience.
As the singing began, Zhou Niao performed at the same level as she usually does at home.
The adult bodies and childish performances make the viewers feel very harmonious.
…
Thousands of years of mystery
No one will tell
No one will tell
…
After the performance, the teachers couldn't help but applaud. Not only were the lyrics fresh, but they also had educational significance, which was very good.
Zhou Xiang bowed to the audience and said, "I know everyone has doubts about this tall and handsome young man next to me. He is my eldest brother Zhou Niao. He is a child, but he has a heart that yearns to learn.
I brought him here today because I asked the principal to do so. My eldest brother has talent, so please let him perform a painting show for everyone. It will be quick, so please give him a chance."
After saying that, he bowed again.
There was applause from the audience. Although the host's rhythm was disrupted, he had no choice but to let Zhou Xiang's elder brother continue.
When Zhou Xiang wanted to speak, Xiao Chunmei went backstage to get Zhou Niao's drawing board and backpack.
Zhou Niao took the drawing board and sat on the stool his sister brought from the organ.
Zhou Niao immediately became different when she picked up the paintbrush. Her serious expression and absorbed attitude made everyone hold their breath.
After only ten minutes, Zhou Niao stood up and took the painting off the drawing board.
The host immediately went up to take it, took a glance and was stunned.
Ji Zhongcheng coughed, and he came back to his senses and handed him the painting.
After seeing the paintings, Ji Zhongcheng knew that Zhou Xiang was not exaggerating, and that Zhou Niao's paintings did have their own unique characteristics.
The painting shows Zhou Xiang singing. With just a few strokes, the reality of the scene is captured.
After passing the painting to the vice principal and teachers for review, the rehearsal on stage continued, and Zhou Xiang took his elder brother to sit in the audience.
After the rehearsal, Ji Zhongcheng walked onto the stage and took the microphone from the host.
"Zhou Xiang's request is to have her older brother participate in tomorrow's performance, to fulfill an older child's dream. You've heard and seen it. Do you agree with her request?"
"agree!"
"agree!"
"Very good, I agree, these two programs are unique and creative."
"Okay, since everyone agrees, then, classmate Zhou Xiang, bring your older brother with you tomorrow!"
Zhou Xiang stood up and bowed to the teachers.
It was over and everyone stood up to leave the auditorium, but a teacher walked towards Zhou Xiang and his sister with Zhou Niao's painting.
"Zhou Xiang, I'm Mao Binzhi, the art teacher of the second grade. Has your elder brother studied it?"
"Well, I was taught by an art teacher I hired in town."
“What a pity.”
"What's wrong?"
"My specialty is portraiture. I kind of want to take him in. His paintings have their own unique characteristics. But since someone else is teaching him, I can't take away their love."
Mao Binzhi? A renowned portrait painter from Huai County! Two of his oil paintings have even won awards!
My eldest brother has always been drawing sketches. I was thinking about finding someone to teach him a more advanced level, but I didn’t expect that I would get a pillow when I was sleepy.
This precious pillow must be kept.
"Wait, Teacher Mao, that art teacher isn't an orthodox one. She's been having trouble teaching lately. I've been wanting to find a new teacher for my brother, but I don't know where to find one."
Mao Binzhi turned around in surprise, "So, your elder brother didn't become a disciple?"
Zhou Xiang was confused and shook his head, "No! I only paid her to teach me painting. Why would I become her apprentice?"
"You! Humph! You've tainted art with the stench of money."
"Yes, yes, you're right. I don't understand these things, so I can only pay people. So, do you mean to accept a disciple? Don't you mind that my eldest brother is an older child?"
"Art has no national boundaries, no distinction between high and low, and no distinction between intelligence and intelligence. I really like your brother's paintings. He has his own unique vision and paints everything he sees. It's great, and he's more spiritual than those with higher IQs."
"Brother, brother, come here. This is Teacher Mao. He wants to take you in as his apprentice and teach you how to paint. Are you willing?"
"Is it like becoming a disciple in Shaolin Temple?"
"Yeah! They learned martial arts from their masters, and you learned painting from your master."
"Okay! How do you want to worship?"
"You should ask Teacher Mao this question. Teacher Mao, should I choose an auspicious day, bring the apprenticeship gift, and offer you tea?" Zhou wanted to appease his elder brother, so he asked Mao Binzhi.
Mao Binzhi nodded, "That's about right! But you probably won't be free recently, let's wait until after the holidays!"
"After the holidays? Okay, give me an address and I'll ask my mom to bring my eldest brother to visit your house. I need to go out for something after the holidays."
"Okay! It's best if your mother goes out. After all, she is his guardian."
Mao Binzhi left his address and left with Zhou Niao's painting.
Zhou Xiang was a little excited. He didn't expect that through a rehearsal, he not only secured a performance opportunity for tomorrow, but also found a good teacher for his elder brother.
"Come on, big brother, let's go home."
Xiao Chunmei was also happy for her elder brother. His pure nature made people who knew him willing to chat with him, and the words he said were often so simple that they made people feel distressed.
It was still light outside, so Zhou wanted to take his elder brother to a street of self-employed people. Fortunately, the owner of the men's clothing store was closing up and had not left yet.
I bought my eldest brother a whole set of clothes from head to toe before taking him home.
"Mom, my brother behaved very well today, and the principal agreed."
"Really? That's great."
"There's something even better! An art teacher at our school has noticed your talent and wants to take you in as his apprentice. Here's his address. After National Day, take your brother to visit him and discuss the details."
"Okay!" Zhou's mother took the note and tears rolled down her face. Her eldest son would get better and better, and she would feel less guilty.
"Mom, this is a happy thing!"
"Yes, I am crying with joy! Come on, wash your hands and eat. I'll go put this note away."
As he said that, he entered the main room.
Zhou realized that his mother was probably hiding in the room wiping away her tears. It would be better to let her be alone and vent her emotions, rather than holding it in.
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