From the Siheyuan, I started to run around in the world

Feng Chengcheng looked at the man in front of her who exuded a unique charm, and finally plucked up the courage to change the way she addressed the man.

Zhang Dongliang was a coward. Taking advantage of the crowd and the many eyes watching, he pretended not to hear that Feng Chengcheng had changed the way she addressed him.

"Mr. Zhang, what kind of program have you prepared for us?" Wang Yueqi was impatient and couldn't help but run over to ask.

"Well, I have prepared a song for you."

"A song?"

“Yes, it’s a song.”

Zhang Dongliang didn't have time to play house or rehearse any drama with them. He just needed to sing a song for them and not worry about anything else.

When Zhang Dongliang first heard that they were going to raise funds for orphans, he wanted to recommend them a song called "Newspaper Seller's Song" out of mischievous humor.

Later I thought it wouldn’t work because “Newspaper Seller’s Song” had already been published, and Mr. Nie Er had already released this song in 1933.

Then we have to change a song. What song should we change? Zhang Dongliang thought hard for a long time and thought of a song that was more suitable for them to sing, "Descendants of the Dragon".

This song can not only satisfy their petty-bourgeois sentiments, but also conform to the current social reality, and can also enlighten the spirit of the Chinese people, which is a win-win situation.

There are several versions of this song, and the lyrics of some versions are inappropriate.

Zhang Dongliang decided to use the version sung by Zhang Mingmin in later generations. The lyrics of that version were adapted to perfectly fit the era.

Zhang Dongliang said, "Bring paper and pen." Feng Chengcheng and Wang Yueqi took over the task very excitedly.

It is said that the simplified musical notation was invented by Rousseau of France in the 16th century, and it has now been introduced into my country.

Zhang Dongliang took the paper and pen, and quickly wrote down the lyrics and music of the song "Descendants of the Dragon" and handed it to Feng Chengcheng.

Everyone present was filled with emotion; they witnessed the birth of a song, and perhaps today would be the moment that would go down in history.

Zhang Dongliang was also satisfied when he saw Feng Chengcheng's admiring and excited face. That man didn't like being admired by women, of course only by beautiful women, not Wang Yueqi and the like.

Feng Chengcheng's face suddenly fell: "I don't know how to read music."

"No, you don't know how to read music, so why are you reading it so enthusiastically?" Zhang Dongliang couldn't help but complain.

"No way, Cheng Cheng, you were looking at it so seriously, I thought you could read music." Wang Yueqi followed with a venomous tongue.

The students here do have artistic talent and can stage a play, but none of them can read music score.

Feng Chengcheng stuck out her tongue and looked at Zhang Dongliang eagerly.

"Oh, it's really troublesome." Zhang Dongliang had no choice but to take on the teaching task himself and teach everyone to sing this song.

Fortunately, the melody of this song is simple and very easy to learn. It didn’t take long for everyone to learn how to sing it.

They planned to use a small chorus to perform this song, and Zhang Dongliang put forward some requirements for this, such as reflecting their deep feelings for China when singing.

The essence of this song is reflection in depth and hope in despair.

Looking at the excited students, Zhang Dongliang clapped his hands and greeted everyone:

"Okay, everyone, be quiet. Now everyone can basically sing it, let's sing it together. Ready, one, two, three, go~~"

There is a river in the far east.

Its name is Yangtze River.

There is a river in the far east.

Its name is the Yellow River.

Although I have never seen the beauty of the Yangtze River,

I often travel along the Yangtze River in my dreams.

Although I have never heard the Yellow River roar,

The waves surged in the dream.

There was a dragon in the ancient East,

Its name is Huaguo.

There was a group of people in the ancient East.

They are all descendants of dragons.

I grew up under the dragon's feet,

When they grow up, they will be descendants of the dragon.

Black eyes, black hair, yellow skin,

We will always be descendants of the dragon.

One quiet night a hundred years ago,

In the deep night before the great change,

The sound of gunfire shattered the peaceful night.

Being surrounded by enemies on all sides is the sword of appeasement.

How many years have the cannons still roared?

How many years and how many years,

Big dragon, big dragon, open your eyes.

Always keep your eyes open~~~

After the song was finished, Feng Chengcheng, Wang Yueqi and other classmates were still immersed in the mood of the song, and some of them already had tears in their eyes.

Most of the wealthy families in Shanghai still hope that China will get better, and there are very few real hardcore traitors. These young people are even more emotional, but no one guides them.

"Wow, wow, wow", people who came to their senses burst into warm applause.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, did you really write this song?" Wang Yueqi's curiosity was aroused. She pushed aside the other people around her and rushed to Zhang Dongliang again.

"Yes, I wrote it. What's wrong, classmate Wang Yueqi?"

"If I say I didn't write it, you won't believe me." Zhang Dongliang complained in his heart.

"Wow, Mr. Zhang is so amazing. He wrote such an amazing song as soon as he met Cheng Cheng." Wang Yueqi looked at Zhang Dongliang with admiration.

"This telescope really can't talk. Will it die if it doesn't talk a few words? What do you mean I wrote this song as soon as I saw Cheng Cheng? Isn't this going to cause me trouble?"

When Feng Chengcheng heard what Wang Yueqi said, he immediately turned to look at Zhang Dongliang: "Dongliang~~"

"Not really. I've been planning this song for a while, and today I just perfected it out of inspiration."

"That's pretty impressive too." Feng Chengcheng praised sincerely.

"Dongliang, are you really going to let us use this song?"

"Yes, you guys just need the program, who else can I give it to if not you?"

"Thank you, Dongliang."

Feng Chengcheng took a deep breath, and the temperature in her eyes was probably over 100 degrees, which made Zhang Dongliang feel like he was in a boiler room.

Zhang Dongliang was also very surprised at his own analogy. He could never have imagined that he actually connected Feng Chengcheng with the boiler room. Hahahaha~~~

"Ms. Feng Chengcheng~~"

Zhang Dongliang was about to speak when Feng Chengcheng interrupted him: "Dongliang, can I just call you Dongliang from now on?"

Zhang Dongliang thought to himself, "You're already called Dongliang, why are you still asking about the future?"

"Sure, Miss Feng Chengcheng."

"Then Dongliang, can you just call me Cheng Cheng from now on instead of Miss Feng Chengcheng?"

"Okay." Zhang Dongliang agreed.

"Then let me tell you, Cheng Cheng, this song is best sung by two parts, boys and girls. I'll leave this work to you to organize and arrange, I'm very busy and don't have time."

"Okay, Dongliang, but this song can't support an entire party?"

"Then~~ Cheng Cheng, you guys go find someone else to help, I can't do anything. Okay, you guys go ahead and do your work, I have something to do and I'll leave first."

Zhang Dongliang wanted to cut the Gordian knot and get rid of the trouble. He didn't want to waste time with Feng Chengcheng and the others at some fundraising party.

"Clap, clap, clap", sparse applause sounded. Zhang Dongliang turned his head and found that it was Feng Jingyao coming over again.

"I never thought Mr. Zhang was such a talented person who could write such a beautiful song."

"Mr. Feng, please forgive me for making a fool of myself."

"Hey, how can I be embarrassed. Mr. Zhang, lunch is ready, please."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Feng."

"Wang Yueqi, please help take care of the other students' meals. I'm leaving first." After saying this, Feng Chengcheng hurriedly followed Zhang Dongliang.

"Hmph, Cheng Cheng who values ​​women over friendship." Wang Yueqi looked indignantly at Feng Chengcheng's back.