I really don't want to be a teacher

The young man shrank, buried his head, his eyes were red, and his whole body was trembling.

Although he didn't raise his head, he seemed to be able to feel the expectant eyes of his parents looking at the stage gradually dimmed.

Seems to see the disappointment in the eyes of the teacher on the other side of the stage, just below the stage, waiting for his students to shine on the stage,

It seems that one after another, strange, mocking, or pitiful sights are looking at the stage from behind, and looking at themselves,

"...Hey, this is a rookie, it's the first time he's on stage like this, what a waste of opportunity..."

"...I lost my voice on stage..."

"...Lao Yang and his students..."

His body trembled even more, as if the voices of the audience were ringing in his sensitive ears.

The young man shrunk even more, his eyes were in pain, and gradually he became a little angry again,

Slowly raised his head again, the young man looked towards the stage, under the spotlight,

Under the spotlight, the figure's face became more and more painful, and he kept opening his mouth, trying to make a sound.

Beside, the accompanist gradually stopped the accompaniment.

Looking at the younger self under the spotlight on that stage, the young man was tense all over, his eyes were painful, and his face gradually became more and more angry.

You sing!

You sing!

Angry, the young man stared at his younger self on stage,

It seemed that he wanted to stand up, but he kept clenching his hands tightly, and then kept letting go, clenching them tightly again and again.

sing!

what are you doing!

Pain in the eyes, mixed with some anger,

Finally, clenched his hands again, the young man stood up,

"...you sing!"

Angry, the young man yelled at himself on the stage, trembling all over, shrinking his body, avoiding the sight of the audience, yelling,

Immediately afterwards, the audience gradually stopped talking,

Up and down the stage, there was a sudden silence,

Lines of sight shifted from the figure on the stage to the standing young man,

Although he didn't turn his head, the young man seemed to be able to feel the converging gazes,

Some people are puzzled, some people are curious, just like the eyes cast on the stage,

With anger in his eyes, the painful young man couldn't help trembling again, as if he wanted to bury his head again, avoiding the sights that were cast on him,

But looking at himself on the stage, holding on, standing, raising his head,

"...you sing!"

Letting all the eyes focus on him, the young man trembled all over, raised his head, and then turned to the stage, angry, painful, and roaring.

at last,

On the stage, that figure disappeared, leaving only an empty stage.

In front of the young man, the scene changed again.

……

"...It's okay, Xiaochen, you just need to show your usual level, don't be nervous."

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

In front of you is the stage with the spotlight on it, and in front of you are the stairs next to the stage leading up to the stage.

Beside him, his teacher tried his best and retreated to the side.

The young man stood on the side of the stage again, but he no longer looked at the younger himself on the stage,

Instead, he stood in front of the stage, as if, the previous scene reappeared.

The anger on the young man's face gradually faded, he turned his head and looked at his teacher again,

The teacher encouraged and smiled at him.

Turning back again, the young man looked across the stage and looked at the other side of the stage.

Over there, his parents were waiting for him to take the stage,

Looking at the stage again,

On the stage, the spotlight has been turned on, illuminating the somewhat empty stage.

Looking at the stage illuminated by the spotlight, the young man paused for a long time,

Then he moved his foot away, stepped on the steps beside the stage, and walked towards the stage step by step.

Under the stage, the audience who were talking stopped one after another, and turned their eyes towards the young man on the stage.

Walking out of the place covered by the curtain, I seem to feel that the eyes of the audience are focused on me,

The young man tensed up again, and couldn't help avoiding those lines of sight, his eyes gradually felt a little painful,

Immediately afterwards, the young man didn't go any further. He stopped, stood on the stage, held on, and turned around a little bit.

Trembling all over, he looked down the stage,

Looking at the audiences under the stage, looking at the sights cast by the audiences,

Turning around again, the young man walked step by step to the spotlight, turned around,

Facing off the stage, his whole body tensed, the young man turned his head again, looked at his parents and his teacher standing under the stage on both sides,

Turning back again, looking at the audience under the stage,

It seemed that he could feel the eyes of one after another converging towards him. The young man was trembling all over, but he didn't lower his head again.

On the side of the stage, the accompanying orchestra played the music again,

The music gradually slowed down, and when it was time for him to sing,

Looking at the audience, the young man was trembling all over, but he still raised his head.

opened his mouth again,

"what……"

He made his voice on stage again.

Although the sound is broken,

But the young man laughed, louder and louder,

Tears burst out of laughter, tears flowed from the red eyes, and fell to the ground.

Chapter 853 Adding Performers

"...Young man, wake up, wake up."

"...Don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold in a while."

The stage in front of young people, the audience under the stage are fading away,

The scene changed gradually, opened his eyes, woke up from sleep,

Pedestrians passing by the square in front of the station are still bustling with each other, the wind blowing across the square disturbs the rising heat from the stalls beside the square, some pedestrians have already passed by, shaking the branches and leaves of the trees in the flower beds.

The sun above the head has deviated from the sky, just emerged from the clouds and mist, and then swayed some sunlight to the ground, reflecting the shadows on the ground.

An old man in a sanitation worker's uniform, holding an iron dustpan in one hand and a broom in the other, is standing in front of the young man, waking him up,

"...Young man, are you okay... If you are sleepy, go home and sleep."

Seeing that the young man woke up, the old man said something aloud, looked at the tears that were not dry on the side of the young man's eyes, paused, stood up again, and said aloud again,

"...There will always be times when you encounter difficulties, and there is nothing you can't overcome. Young man, think more openly.

The young man woke up, looked around the square, listened to the old man's words, reached out and touched the traces of tears around his eyes,

"……thanks."

The young man sat up, opened his mouth, and spoke jerkyly.

"...It's okay, it's okay...you are busy, young man. Don't fall asleep again, the wind is so strong, don't catch a cold in a while."

The old man smiled and waved his hands, carrying the iron dustpan and the broom, and gradually walked away again.

The young man looked around, opened his mouth, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"...buzz..."

At this time, the mobile phone in the young man's pocket rang a reminder.

With a smile still on his face, the young man took out his cell phone from his pocket,

It was a voice message, from his mother.

"... Xiaochen, you are outside right now..."

Clicking on the voice message, his mother's voice rang out on the phone,

Just after the sentence, the voice message was still playing, but it became quiet again,

"...Xiaochen, the meal is almost ready, come back...Mom made some braised pork ribs and a chicken..."

After a while of silence, the voice of the young man's mother rang out again from the phone.

After the voice message was over, it became quiet again.

The young man held the phone and pressed it.

"it is good."

The voice was still a little jerky, and the young man replied with a message.

Immediately afterwards, the other end sent two voice messages in succession,

One is very short, no sound is played, it seems that the person on the other end of the phone clicked the wrong forehead in a hurry,

One was a little longer, and the voices of his mother and father came out,

"...Xiao Chen, is your voice healed?"

"... Xiaochen, can you speak..."

Some excited voices came from the phone,

The smile on the young man's face gradually increased, and he called back.

"...Dad...Mom..."

"...Xiaochen...Xiaochen..."

"...Well, Mom..."

On the other end of the phone, his mother just called him over and over again, a little choked up, and the young man just answered over and over again.

"...Okay, Xiaochen is just right, don't let him talk so much, don't tire your throat out in a while..."

"...it's okay."

The young man hung up the phone again.

Turning his head again, he paused for a moment towards the empty bench next to him,

"……thanks……"

Grateful, the young man murmured.

turn your head again,

Looking at the scratched and blurred scrawled handwriting,