Following the principal to the side, Principal Zhang said kindly, "I watched the performance just now. It was very much in the style of Mr. Ye Shenghai."
Mr. Ye Shenghai is a famous contemporary pipa player.
Wen Qiao hurriedly said, "Principal, you are too kind. I dare not compare myself with Mr. Ye."
"You have made a lot of efforts for the school's folk music department. I have seen it all. I want to thank you very much."
Wen Qiao was a little uneasy: "You are too kind, I am just trying my best."
Principal Zhang smiled and said, "I started out as an erhu player, but after I took over as principal, I didn't play it much. Although I am the principal, the school has a board of directors. I don't have the final say in this school. The board members only care about interests, not feelings. They have held several meetings and said they want to close the folk music department."
An old man and a young man stood at the door of the auditorium and talked about the past and future of the Chinese Music Department. Wen Qiao could feel the helplessness of being swept away by the tide of the times from the old principal's words.
"Fortunately, your generation has begun to realize the beauty of folk music. I feel very gratified to see you kids fighting for folk music."
Wen Qiao listened carefully.
"However, if we want to make society accept folk music again, like folk music, and let folk music have a place, there is still a long way to go. Let us work together to overcome the difficulties."
Frost fell on the branches. Although the old man was old, his eyes were sincere and bright, and Wen Qiao was deeply touched.
"Well, we will get through this difficult time together. It will pass, and our country's quintessence will be carried forward again."
After saying goodbye to the old principal, Wen Qiao and the others returned to the dormitory.
After washing up, I went to bed.
Lu Youyou and Chunxiao are two night owls. They love to hide in their own beds at night to discuss couple relationships, read fan fiction on Old Ford, and smile in extremely obscene ways.
Wen Qiao closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Fu Nanli will fly for more than ten hours and will not land until tomorrow morning.
When I woke up in the morning and checked my phone, Fu Nanli sent me a message [Landed safely, need to rest for a while.]
[Well, have a good sleep]
I checked Weibo and saw that the number one trending search was #Internet celebrity posts photos of airplane cockpit#.
Because she has a boyfriend who is a pilot, Wen Qiao is sensitive to this kind of news and she immediately clicked on the trending search. This matter has already fermented to the point where it became a trending search. The internet celebrity posted this photo on Instagram. She deleted the original post, but she couldn't resist the screenshots of marketing accounts that helped her spread it. Now the whole network can see the photo of the airplane cockpit posted by the internet celebrity.
The most important thing is that based on the brightness of the dial and the closure status of various switches, professionals analyzed that when the Internet celebrity took this photo, the plane was in air flight mode.
This picture shocked the entire Internet.
This captain is playing with the lives of hundreds of people on the plane.
The investigation started soon, and Wen Qiao followed the whole process of this melon.
Netizens are omnipotent. They quickly found out the name of this internet celebrity and also found out that her boyfriend is Luo Hui, the captain of Dongchuan Airlines' flight from Haicheng to Munich.
Wen Qiao's eyes widened immediately. Captain Luo, the pilot who took over Fu Nanli's class from Haicheng to Munich, actually abused his power for personal gain and brought his girlfriend to the cockpit. Not only that, he even let her sit in the driver's seat and pose for photos while the plane was flying.
Are you crazy!
Treating so many lives as a joke!
The ancient practice of lighting beacons to trick the princes was no more than this.
Wen Qiao was a little worried and sent a message to Fu Nanli [Will Luo Hui's matter affect you?]
It was already noon. Haicheng was six hours ahead of Helsinki, so it was still morning there. Fu Nanli was the kind of person who could feel refreshed after three to five hours of sleep. He woke up as soon as the phone on the bedside table rang.
When he saw the words about Luo Hui, he was a little confused.
[What's up?]
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