This answer was obviously beyond Ding Meng's expectations, and she stayed there for a while.
Thinking back carefully, she seems to have... never said that she wanted him to be a musician! At that time, her biggest expectation of him was that he could pass the next math test.
She looked at Qiao Yichen puzzled, but he seemed to be caught in some distant memory: "I remember it was the second year of junior high school, and the school chorus wanted to represent the school in a performance in the city. Once I finished playing basketball, I happened to pass the chorus In the room, I heard someone practising singing. There were not many people in the school at that time, I was curious who stayed in the room so late to sing, so I went over and took a look."
Ding Meng was a little terrified: "It can't be me, right?"
Qiao Yichen smiled: "You sang "White Bird", the scene at that time was really like a painting. The orange sky was glowing, staring at the girl who was singing in the distance, at that moment, I seemed to Really see a pair of wings spread over your shoulders."
That was the first time he knew that music could have such a powerful force.
Ding Meng looked at him fixedly, with surprise written in her eyes. She didn't know that all the things she practiced secretly were seen by her little classmate. Thinking of Qiao Yichen's description just now, she smiled a little self-deprecatingly: "It's a pity that the girl is too fat, which ruins the beauty of the picture."
Qiao Yichen chuckled lightly, looked at her and said, "It's actually fine, but I'm a little worried that you won't be able to fly."
Ding Meng: "..."
Just listen to the first half of Qiao Yichen's words.
She flicked her lashes twice and stood up from the floor.
The sky in the distance was dark. She raised her head, stared at the sky as she had done then, and sang a cappella: "I want to have wings and fly like a bird. Ride the wind to meet the light and go anywhere."
The clear voice gradually disappeared in the night, she lowered her head, looked at Qiao Yichen and said, "The teacher of the choir recommended me to be the lead singer, so I practiced secretly. But in the end, I was brushed off by the principal, he said. I'm not in good shape."
She also knows that she is fat, so she hopes to sing better and conquer everyone with her singing. But in the end, the principal chose a tall, thin girl whose name she had forgotten to be the lead singer.
"He's probably worried that I won't be able to fly."
"Pfft." Qiao Yichen laughed lowly and stood up after her, "You are so light now, you can definitely fly."
Ding Meng raised her eyebrows and smiled: "I have decided, I will sing "White Bird" in the next competition!"
Qiao Yichen nodded: "Well, singing a children's song is really unexpected."
Ding Meng: "..."
"White Bird" is a very popular folk song in the 1970s, sung by Deng Jingjing, the queen of folk songs. Later, because of its popular melody, it was covered by many popular singers. Later, it was selected into the junior high school music textbook.
To directly say that she sings nursery rhymes would be too sorry for his emperor-level musical literacy!
Qiao Yichen looked at her as if she had swallowed a fly, and rubbed her head with a smile: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, and don't be in a hurry to compare yourself with others, as long as you are better every day than you were the day before. Progress, that's enough."
Ding Meng nodded, feeling a little moved. Just as she was about to apologize to him, Qiao Yichen sighed and said, "Oh, back then, every time you finished the exam, you pointed at my nose and said that whoever has more than me I have scored a few marks in the test, if you can encourage me so gently, my grades will definitely improve by leaps and bounds."
Ding Meng: "..."
Goodbye manually.
She walked downstairs in silence, Qiao Yichen followed behind her: "Take a shower and go to bed immediately."
"Oh." Ding Meng locked the door, took a shower, and lying on the bed, she couldn't help but wonder, was there really something wrong with her educational policy
When Ding Meng went out the next day, Qiao Yichen had already left. There was breakfast on the table and a small canvas pocket. Ding Meng stepped up and opened her pocket to take a look. Inside was a bento box with a sticky note on the lid, with only three words written on it: "Take me."
She couldn't help laughing, and after eating breakfast, she left with a bento bag.
Today, her condition is much better than yesterday. It seems that because she is in a better mood, her IQ has also increased. Even the teacher said many things that she has not been exposed to, and she can quickly comprehend it.
During the break, Tang Shiran, who didn't seem to see her yesterday, also ran over to talk to her: "Ding Meng, you feel very different today than yesterday."
Ding Meng smiled and didn't speak. Did she think she was hiding her strength yesterday and acted badly on purpose
Tang Shiran saw that Ding Meng didn't speak, and was a little boring. At this time, a girl with long curly hair walked past them with a water glass. Tang Shiran's eyes flickered when he saw her, and he found a new topic: "Hey, you know, many of the contestants who came to participate in the competition this time have a backstage."
Ding Meng was drinking water when she choked on hearing this. Could it be that she has been exposed
But Tang Shiran was obviously not talking about her: "Did you see the girl who just walked by? She usually doesn't talk to anyone coldly, but I heard that her aunt is the producer of "Sound of Heaven"."
Ding Meng was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't like to gossip, the news was so gossip that she couldn't help but look at the girl just now. The girl felt their gaze, glanced coldly, and raised her head to drink water.
Tang Shiran shook her shoulders: "As expected of a human-shaped air conditioner, I got goosebumps." She said, and looked at Ding Meng again, "Her name is Mu Shuang, and both the producer and the surname are Mu. Uncommon, I guess the rumors are mostly true."
Ding Meng took another sip of water and made no comment.
She put on a posture that she didn't want to chat, Tang Shiran didn't make fun of herself anymore, smiled at her and left. During lunch, the program team brought a bento, but because the bento of the program team did not change its taste for several days, and it was very greasy, more and more contestants began to bring their own things to eat.
Because Ding Meng brought a bento today, she didn't go to get the bento again. Glancing at the box lunches in other people's hands that were almost dripping from the lid, she opened her bento with anticipation.
Okra omelette, lettuce sandwiches, and kimbap, each of which is cut into small pieces, neatly arranged and very refreshing.
Ding Meng bit her chopsticks and was a little unsure. Could it be that Qiao Yichen made these
She was still thinking, when Tang Shiran leaned over again: "Wow, did you make these? It looks good, can you give me a taste?"
Ding Meng looked up at her and said, "No." Seeing Tang Shiran's instantly stiff expression, Ding Meng felt a little relieved, but in order not to make the relationship too stiff, she added, "My taste It's weird, everyone else can't get used to it."
Tang Shiran smiled and walked away wisely. Ding Meng didn't finish eating the contents of the bento at noon, and decided to save the remaining half of it for training in the afternoon when she was hungry.
In the afternoon, the teacher asked them about the repertoire of their next game. After Ding Meng said that she wanted to sing "White Bird", the teacher touched her chin and thought about it: "The song "White Bird" was originally a folk song with a high range and can stand out. You have the advantage of high pitch, but you have to work hard on the arrangement, otherwise it will not be easy to sing any highlights.”
Ding Meng nodded, but she couldn't speak much in the field of arranging. The teacher thought about it for a while and said to her, "I will try my best to re-arrange the music for you and see the effect."
"Okay, thank you teacher!"
After a day of rehearsal, Ding Meng also ate up the bento that Ding Meng brought. When she came home with an empty lunch box, Qiao Yichen was cooking dinner. Ding Meng rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen to help.
When Qiao Yichen saw her coming, he lowered his head and said to her, "It's done right away, go out and wait."
"I'm so sorry, let me serve the dishes for you." She walked to the sink and washed her lunch box first. "By the way, did you make all these things?"
Qiao Yichen said, "Yes."
Ding Meng paused and asked, "Why did you think of making a bento for me?"
"Didn't you say before that the box lunch of the show team is too greasy? It's really not good to eat too greasy, so I made something refreshing."
Ding Meng stared at his side face for a while, then lowered her head and continued to wash the lunch box.
She had complained to him that the program group's lunch box was too greasy, but she just said it casually, but he took it to heart.
Qiao Yichen did not shorten the time of the special training at night, but he also asked Ding Meng to go back to the room to rest after the training. The whole day of training was really tiring. Ding Meng took a bath and was ready to go to bed, but Jiang Nanqing suddenly called, and Ding Meng answered reluctantly: "What's the matter? I'm going to sleep."
"What are you sleeping, don't you know that "The Sound of Heaven" was broadcast tonight? My mother pulled me to watch it together. I didn't expect you to sing so well. My mother is going to become your brainless fan!"
Ding Meng was stunned for a moment, because the training during the day was too tight, she really didn't care about the broadcast time of the show, but it seemed that she heard from the staff that it was going to be broadcast today.
"Look online, many people are talking about today's game!" Jiang Nanqing looked very excited, "Mengmeng, I think you're going to be popular, why don't you sign me in advance."
Ding Meng: "..."
She got up and turned on the computer, and said to Jiang Nanqing, "I went online, bye."
"Okay, okay, next time I'll be in the quarterfinals, come on!"
Ding Meng hung up the phone and first looked on Weibo. Tian Laizhi's official Weibo posted the first ten contestants who entered the top 20. Ding Meng looked at her photo and felt that she was very photogenic. No wonder Qiao Yichen wanted to praise her for her beauty that day.
She saved her photo and clicked on the comments to see it. Sure enough, everyone was talking about it in full swing, and she didn't look at it again after a few glances. The Q group in the lower right corner was also very noisy. After she opened it, she found that the class in the junior high school was also discussing this matter.
Tingting: Is that Ding Meng who participated in the Voice of Nature the Ding Meng from our class? ! !
Du Xiao: Just the same name, Ding Meng is so fat.
Tingting: Maybe people have lost weight now
Du Xiao: This is not only thin, but also plastic surgery.
Tingting: →_→
Yu Huanhuan: I saw Qiao Yichen! Qiao Yichen is always in our class! Don't be too handsome when you are scolding people [Fa Xin]
Du Xiao: Qiao Yichen is really a pity, all the good times of junior high school were wasted on Ding Meng. There is always a feeling that the cabbage has been arched by the pig.
Tingting: Let me tell you weakly, I think Du Xiao seems to have a deep resentment towards Ding Meng.
Du Xiao: Am I right? Ding Meng is a fat and ugly nerd.
Ding Meng was stunned in front of the computer, although she knew when she was studying that Du Xiao hated her, although she never said a word in the class, but Du Xiao didn't think about it at all, she might see this
Looking at the words "fat and ugly", Ding Meng's anger also rose, and she was about to fulfill her resignation promise. When she was scolding everywhere, another line of words jumped out.
Qiao Yichen: I think she is much better than you, at least she won't insult people like this behind her back.