I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

The intern is Li Xiang, and his undergraduate major is musicology.

Lin Qinglan arranged him to be an assistant teacher in the vocal class.

Mr. Lu Dazhi, the teacher of the vocal class, is a famous baritone singer in the city. He was born in a literary and artistic soldier family and is good at singing all kinds of red songs. He is the mainstay of large-scale literary and artistic performances.

I am an alumnus of the pop vocal class next door, Teacher Tian Yue.

Lu Dazhi originally studied folk music, and his long years of military life made him particularly fond of red songs. I don’t know if he fell in love with them because he sang them too many times in the army.

Lu Dazhi performs every day, but he still wants to take in a student to pass on the red song techniques he has summarized.

I had never found the students I was looking for until I came to the senior citizens’ university. Then I felt that I had come to the right place.

He is 45 years old this year, and the students at the senior citizens' university are only a few years older than him. Since he can't find students among young people, he can look for those older than him.

After teaching for more than two months, the students learned basic vocal and singing techniques, and then began practicing repertoire.

Lu Dazhi asked his assistant Li Xiang to count the number of people and cleared his throat:

"The song we are learning today is "The Motherland Will Not Forget"

Among the responses, a childish voice stood out.

Everyone looked for the source of the sound and met the eyes of the children in the first row.

Grandpa Shi, who was holding the child, stood up and explained: "This is my grandson Lele, he is three years old this year."

"There's no one at home who's worried about him being alone at home, so he came to class with me."

"Lele is very well behaved and won't disturb anyone."

Lele imitated his grandfather and bowed to everyone, saying seriously: "Grandpa said that good children don't yell."

The uncles and aunts who had no grandchildren looked at her with their eyes wide open and smiled lovingly.

If the teacher hadn't been there, they would have gone over and teased the child.

Looking at the neatly dressed, rosy-cheeked child, Lu Dazhi thought of his own rebellious son who scored 23 points in math and was also so cute when he was a child.

He gave Lele a smile that he thought was kind, "What a good kid, would you like to listen to the teacher's lecture with your grandparents?"

Lu Dazhi didn't know the impact of a tough guy on a child.

Lele was a little scared. He clenched his fists to encourage himself and sat obediently in his grandfather's arms.

"Let's continue with the class. I believe many students are familiar with this song. Let's listen to the original song again to familiarize ourselves with the lyrics and tune, and find the rhythm and breathing points we talked about."

When the original song was playing, Lu Dazhi noticed that Lele was sitting upright in his grandfather's arms, with his hands folded on the table, and his round little head nodded to the rhythm.

At first he thought the kid was just swaying to the music, but as he watched he realized something was wrong.

Lele was not shaking his head randomly, the amplitude of his nodding was able to match the stress of the notes.

Lu Dazhi specially called his assistant teacher Li Xiang, and the two of them studied secretly for a long time and felt that Lele might have a strong sense of rhythm.

When the singing officially started, Lele held the pen in one hand and supported the table with the other.

He spoke very clearly and kept his eyes on the teacher.

The child's voice is very shrill and can be heard immediately.

Li Xiang was sweating profusely as he watched Lele, who was wearing a bib. Could this be the legendary full-level cub who had not forgotten to be clean?

Even at an age when he could barely speak clearly, he sang songs for the motherland with powerful voices.

The uncles and aunts in the class were singing along, their eyes couldn’t leave Lele in the front row, and everyone was laughing happily.

Lele couldn't read, he was simply imitating Lu Dazhi's lead singing, and the more Lu Dazhi listened, the more satisfied he became.

I turned around and saw Grandpa Lele dozing off with his eyes closed, and snoring softly.

Lele was not affected at all. He sat quietly and sang seriously.

The three-year-old grandson listened very carefully, but his grandfather was very perfunctory.

Sure enough, a family only needs one serious person.

When singing the song for the third time, Lu Dazhi suddenly wanted to listen to Lele singing a cappella.

She smiled very lovingly: "Little Lele, the teacher wants to hear you sing alone, is that okay?"

Lele nodded and stretched out his little hand to pat his grandfather who was still sleeping.

"Grandpa, wake up. The teacher is calling me to get up."

Uncle Shi suddenly woke up and looked around blankly: "Is get out of class over?"

"Grandpa, the teacher asked me to stand up and sing." Lele explained the situation logically and clearly.

"I thought it was a big deal. Just stand up and sing when I tell you to. Be open and confident." Uncle Shi put Lele steadily on the ground and prepared to close his eyes again.

Lele seemed to be accustomed to it. He took two steps forward, stood on the podium, and barely showed his round head.

Like a singer adjusting his tie, Lele straightened his bib and said, "I'll sing a line for you. Please don't laugh if I don't sing well."

The uncles and aunts smiled more and more, and applauded enthusiastically.

Lele was not afraid of the stage and shouted to Lu Dazhi: "Teacher, I'm ready."

Lu Dazhi began to play the piano, and Lele's voice followed the piano steadily.

"My motherland will never forget me. The mountains know that I am a strong and great country."

"I only know how to sing this line." Lele bowed to everyone and trotted back.

He patted Uncle Shi and said, "Grandpa, I'm done singing."

"Okay, you sang very well. I heard it all."

"You're lying. You were obviously sleeping."

The conversation between the grandparents and grandchildren did not affect the thinking of vocal teacher Lu Dazhi.

Steady stage presence, loud voice, steady breath, is this child a natural singer?

Lu Dazhi thought about Uncle Shi’s usual performance, his tone-deafness and his perfunctory attitude in class.

He suddenly wanted to "steal" the child.

This talent, this expressiveness, could it really not be that he was born with it?

The more Lu Dazhi thought about it, the more excited he became. He patted Li Xiang on the shoulder and said, "Did you record everything just now?"

Li Xiang nodded: "Senior, I think this kid is better than me."

"Is this talent?"

After the two of them analyzed the matter, Lu Dazhi's eyes became brighter and brighter.

In the following dozens of minutes, Lele remained calm.

After the class, Lele learned a song and Uncle Shi took a nap.

The uncles and aunts had seen enough of the cute children, and Lu Dazhi made a surprising decision.

He rushed over, fearing that Uncle Shi would be in a hurry to eat and take the child away.

"Master, please let me accept Lele as my apprentice."

"What apprentice?"

Uncle Shi, who was in a daze, obviously didn't know how much impact Lele's performance had on Lu Dazhi.

Lu Dazhi was ready to pull the child, "This child will become a great talent if he learns singing from me."

"Uncle Shi, your grandson is a genius."

After hearing what happened, Uncle Shi ruffled Lele's hair happily and said, "Lele, this child follows me."

Lele said sternly, "Grandpa, don't interrupt the teacher when he's talking."