I really don't want to be a teacher

It seems that the audience sitting in the front row of the stage was attracted by the performers who should appear under the spotlight on the stage,

Or raise your head, sit upright, and look towards the stage, or turn your head a little while still turning to the side, and seem to be paying attention to the stage,

One after another figures were outlined, and one after another's eyes seemed to converge on the spotlight on the stage, the performer who should appear,

With brush strokes, Lian Ge took the half-cut charcoal stick, sketched and depicted,

Beside him, the young man who was looking at the picture on the paper and the audience in the front row gradually became trembling.

On the screen, the last audience was added to the blank space under the stage, and the gaze of the audience figure seemed to stop at the spotlight on the stage.

stopped writing,

Lian Ge turned his gaze again, and glanced at the young man next to him,

The young man was still looking at the drawing paper, his body trembling even more, holding the charcoal stick, the grip of the splint tightened even more,

"You still have to draw the blank space on the stage yourself."

With a calm tone, Lian Ge spoke again, and handed the painting in his hand to the young man, along with the half of charcoal.

Chapter 850 Audience

Looking at the young man, Lian Ge handed over the half charcoal strip along with the painting.

The young man's eyes were in a trance, trembling all over, looking at the painting with the audience in the front row,

Eyes a little red, breathing a little rough, looking closely,

Towards the painting that Lian Ge handed over, he slowly stretched out his hand,

Looking at the audience added to the painting, looking at the place where the audience's eyes converge, on the stage, where the spotlight shines,

The fundus of the eyes became more and more trance, revealing some painful expression,

Finally, the young man touched the painting with trembling hands, took the painting that was added to the audience in the front row and took the half charcoal strip,

Lowering his head and staring closely, the young man's eyes became more and more dazed, and the hand holding the painting was a little tight, and the painting was a little wrinkled.

followed by

In the eyes of the young man, the painting seemed to gradually enlarge in front of his eyes,

The sight of the eyes seems to change.

A somewhat gorgeous stage, crowded with sitting, bustling audience...

……

Withdrawing his hand, Lian Ge looked at the young man again,

Seeing the young man tightly holding the painting with some scrawled handwriting, heavy scratches, and adding the audience in the front row, he gradually closed his eyes, as if immersed in sleep,

Turning his gaze away, he glanced at some pedestrians passing by the bench,

Lian Ge stood up again.

"...Hurry up, it's too late..."

"...It's not you, it's time to buy something..."

"...This is not for my daughter to choose and buy, she likes to eat this fruit, so bring her some more by the way."

At this moment.A couple with big bags and small bags hurried past and ran towards the high-speed rail station.

That couple was the one in the restaurant who was going to the provincial capital to watch their daughter perform on stage.

I glanced, turned my gaze, and then glanced at the young man leaning on the bench, holding the painting, who seemed to be immersed in sleep,

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge looked away again,

Turn around, move your feet again,

"Let's go."

"... chee chee, chee chee..."

"I heard that the taste of white mice is also good."

On the shoulder, the little white mouse turned its head again, looking at the vendors selling snacks at the square in front of the high-speed rail station.

Lian Ge moved his feet, and said something again,

"... chee chee, chee chee..."

After buying two skewers in front of a stall, one person and one mouse walked to the high-speed rail station,

"Now that we have arrived at the high-speed rail station, let's take a high-speed rail ride."

"... chee chee, chee chee..."

A gust of wind blows,

Voices mingled in the wind,

One person and one mouse gradually drifted away, and the voices of pedestrians behind them gradually faded away.

Under the breeze, the young man was still holding the painting, leaning on the bench, immersed in sleep.

……

"...It's okay, don't be nervous."

"...My son has been practicing for so many years, so good, no worse than anyone else..."

in a dream,

Next to a gorgeous stage, in the preparation room before the performers go on stage,

A couple were talking to a young man in front of them,

"...I've been practicing for so many years, right, more than ten years, it's okay."

"...Mom, what if I fail in singing?"

The young man was silent at first, then raised his head, looked at his parents, and asked aloud,

"...How can you sing badly? My son has been studying for so many years, and he is amazing. Your teacher told me before that you are his most talented student. Say you, in two years, point out Don't be better than him, my son, so powerful, how can he sing badly."

The young man's mother smiled and comforted the young man,

The young man pursed his lips and said nothing.

"...It's okay, it's just that the singing is really bad. Let's do it again. If it doesn't work in this theater, let's change another place. Your mother and I will stay with you again. Let's do it again. My son is talented. Since you were a child, your teachers have always praised you and praised you for your talent. Dad knows. Why is my son panicking, my parents are watching you from the side of the stage."

The young man's father also smiled and comforted the young man.

The young man pursed his lips, remained silent, and lowered his head even more, wondering if he heard what his father said.

……

Beside, the young man stood,

Looking at the preparation room, looking at my parents, looking at myself who bowed his head and looked younger,

His whole body was trembling more and more, his hands were clenched a little tighter, his eyes were a little red, his breathing was a little heavy, and his eyes gradually felt a little painful.

……

"...It's okay, my son, it's amazing. Now here, it's just a small scene. In the future, my son will be in the theater. Don't be nervous."

"...I've been practicing for so many years, and I've been here for more than ten years... Even if the performance fails, and your mother and I, we will find a theater again at worst..."

"...Then you rest first. I read the program list, and it will take a while before I get to you... Your mother and I won't bother you for now. You should prepare yourself."

"...Your mother and I are waiting for you to come on stage, listen to my son's singing..."

The young man's parents said a few more words to the young man, and walked out of the preparation room.

The young man still lowered his head, as if he was avoiding the expectant eyes of his parents.

……

"...I have studied for more than ten years... These ten years are all paid for by my parents' blood and sweat..."

"...I must be able to sing well...I must be able to sing well...I must sing well..."

Seeing the figures of his parents walking out of the preparation room,

Seeing the younger self standing alone in the preparation room, lowering his head, clenching his hands, constantly exerting pressure on himself,

The young man stood aside, seeing more and more pain in his eyes,

"...I can do it... I must sing well..."

"...I have been practicing for more than ten years... My teacher said that I am very talented, and the teacher said that I can surpass him in the future..."

"...I can't let my teacher down, I can't let my parents down..."

The younger young man clenched his hands more tightly, his eyes were red, repeating over and over again,

"...I only have this one chance, only this one chance."

"...the next game,"

At this time, outside the preparation room, on the stage, the curtain sounded,

The young man followed closely, stopped his movements, raised his head, and looked out of the preparation room, his body tensed and trembling slightly,

"...Xiaochen, it's your turn."

At this time, outside the preparation room, there was a burst of shouts from middle-aged people,

"……it is good……"

The young man opened his mouth, but found that his voice seemed smaller than expected.

"……it is good."

Responding again, the young man moved his feet and walked out of the preparation room step by step.

……

"...This is your apprentice, the end will be up to him..."

"... Hey, it's him who ends up playing. Old Cheng, you have to listen carefully to see if all my apprentices are better than you."

"...Then I have to listen carefully."

"...Teacher, I'll just listen in the audience, don't be nervous... Let these old fellows listen carefully, is my apprentice better than him..."

The middle-aged man led the young man to the stage, and met some people who had just come off the stage along the way, talking,

The young man was silent, as if he was a little afraid of his teacher's expectant gaze, and he was avoiding it.

The middle-aged man looked at his student, then smiled and comforted him,

The two walked to the edge of the stage,

"...Okay, Xiaochen, let's go on stage."

The middle-aged man patted the young man on the shoulder again, and said aloud,

The young man raised his head and looked towards the place where the spotlight on the stage was shining.

Chapter 851 Lost Voice

Watching the younger self walk out of the preparation room and follow his teacher all the way to the stage,

Watching the teacher say something proudly to his friend along the way, watching the teacher try to say a few words to his younger self, and walk away.

Seeing my younger self standing on the side of the stage,

The young man also stopped, looking at the figure with red eyes,

Seeing that figure's body tense and trembling slightly,

The young man followed suit, his whole body trembling slightly, and his eyes became more and more painful.

The figure raised its head again, clenched its hands, and looked towards the place where the spotlight was shining on the stage,