"Why are you as serious as you said? Most of them are students from the music school, and they are also musicians who come to realize their dreams or make a living. Isn't it enough to explain it clearly when renting?

If it really doesn't work, you can come here to check regularly. There are so many yards, there must be more than a dozen units? I'm idle and eating grass? No one can live in a house and it's too fast."

"That's right. Otherwise, let the office manage it, and the security will be inspected regularly."

"Will that be rented according to the set or how to rent it?"

"Come on the room, the kitchen and bathroom are used for public use, just pay attention to men and women. The price is acceptable, but you must choose good people and don't have any problems. Things like drinking, fighting and taking drugs are troublesome."

"Then it is mainly aimed at the students and teachers of the music school. The conditions outside are enough to be stricter. You must have a legitimate job and a guarantor, right?"

"That's fine, you guys can watch it."

Sun Hongye rolled his eyes and looked helpless. Zhang Yanming smiled and reached out to pinch her face.

"Hate~"

...

June 1st, sunny, breeze.

Galaxy Kindergarten’s senior graduation performance was successfully held.

The whole Zhang family was dispatched again, and Zhang's mother called Zhang Yanjun who was in Ruhr.

Pay attention to the major events of children. Parents should try not to be absent. The future will be a good memory, not a regret.

Besides, Tang Jing's belly is already very big and it is not very convenient to move. She also needs Zhang Yanjun to take care of her. Although Zhang's mother treats Tang Jing as her daughter, it is not as convenient as the couple.

The age is there too.

The graduation performance of Galaxy Kindergarten was held in a studio of the state TV station, guided by the TV station staff and recorded the entire process.

"Dad, why are you so slow? Look, what time is it?" Zhang Xiaoyue and Tang Doudou both wore princess dresses today, and tied many small braids with colorful silk.

The princess dress is red and pink, the pink flowers, the pink red flowers, and a little sequin, paired with white pantyhose and red leather shoes.

Tang Doudou's life is now comfortable, no longer so thin and weak, he is much stronger, and has caught up with Zhang Xiaoyue. The two little girls stand together in great harmony.

Zhang's mother also wanted to apply blush and lips to the two babies, so Zhang Yanming stopped her.

Do you have to have a red mouth and dark circles in every childhood that you can’t look back on?

Zhang's mother took the lipstick and thought about it unwillingly for a long time before she could helplessly accept Zhang Yanming's suggestion, but she still gave each girl a red dot on her eyebrows.

Then the two dressed babies became so sad that they gathered at 2:00 pm. After just after lunch, the two villains began to get anxious and kept urging them.

"Why are you so anxious? You don't look like me. You don't look like you. I look at the time. I have no place to stay when I go early, so I have to sit in the car and wait. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, it's not uncomfortable to take a car."

"What about grandma? Where is the aunt? Is the aunt sitting in the car with such a big belly erect, can't move and feel uncomfortable?"

"It seems, there's a little bit. Well, then, then wait a little longer. Dad, look at the time, don't be able to see the wrong ones. If you can't catch up, you'll be done."

"Okay, it's definitely not too late. Be careful, don't get your skirt dirty. If you can't go on stage, you can see what you do."

"I don't know. Dad is a big villain and doesn't say good things."

"What song will you sing in a while?" The album of the two villains was recorded. Sun Hongye gave a book to the kindergarten teacher and asked them to choose a singing song. Zhang Yanming had never asked about this.

"I want to sing, two songs." Tang Doudou looked at her little hands, curled up a few times, held her thumb, index finger and middle finger, and gestured with her ring finger and little finger.

"Where are you learning how to compare with? Is this how you compare?"

"It's so exciting."

OK, just be happy.

"I want to sing Lu Binghua, and little snail." Zhang Xiaoyue gave the answer.

The song chosen by this teacher is not the same style.

But it doesn’t matter. What does such a child know about it? In fact, it’s just for adults to listen to it. This performance is something that students and parents have to participate.

Finally at half past one, Zhang Yanming went to wake up Zhang Ma and Tang Jing who were taking a nap. The whole family packed up and got in the car and set off.

Zhang’s father also came, and Zhang’s small supermarket closed down once.

When I arrived at the TV station, the school bus had not arrived yet, and some families who were driving here came.

Zhang Yanming looked at the cute children and found that it was almost the same. They all had red mouths, thick eyebrows, phoenix eyes and red eyebrows, and lips were like two small sausages. On the contrary, Zhang Xiaoyue and Tang Doudou looked a little out of the way.

No matter what, we will still watch it after recording it anyway, and the show is different.

Most other children are programs arranged by kindergarten teachers.

Like the two babies, there are also those who perform programs alone, including violin, piano, foreign piano and erhu, and some of them sing.

Erhu is amazing. You should know that children's hands are too small and are not suitable for most ethnic instruments. To be honest, our ethnic instruments are not very friendly to children.

Either you have too many requirements for your hands, or you have too many requirements for your respiratory capacity, or you are easily injured and not very easy to learn.

This is a bit terrifying when pressed, and the notes are always fixed. I will remember them after pressing them several times.

The same goes for the most complicated guitars and violins.

Come on, let’s talk about the Erhu people, where is Mifasoulaxi?

Zheng, guqin, pipa, you choose a kind of thing, all of which are artistic conceptions, all of which are vague sounds. Therefore, the things that different people play out are different.

Pay attention to enlightenment and talent.

And the West relies on hard practice, and everyone is on the same line.

It doesn’t need to be detailed which level is, after all, it has been passed down for thousands of years.

Ours is not bad, but the level is too high.

We say that we are not good because it is too difficult for them to learn, so we just step on you into the mud. But there are many traitors, and they ruin the things of our ancestors out of flattery or profit.

The same is true for painting. There is no need to debate which is higher or lower realistic or freehand painting. What your eyes and soul tell you is the facts.

...

The two little girls ran over and gathered with a group of gourd kids to play together. In fact, there was nothing to play. They just chatter happily together. The children's happiness came so simple.

The parents became more reserved, nodding each other, standing on the side with a stern airs, and those who knew each other came together to smoke a cigarette and say a few words, but those who didn't know each other had no intention of knowing each other.

Zhang Yanming, Sun Hongye and these parents basically didn’t know each other. They were Zhang’s mom and father, and they had some acquaintances, so they got together to chat.

At two o'clock, the school bus came and the teacher and other classmates arrived.
Chapter completed!