Chapter 31: Stop when you walk (Please vote and read)
While Cao Yuanxiang went to the Children's Palace for class, Wang Yuanchao returned to the courtyard with his guitar on his back.

As a result, mother Miao Cui was the only one busying around at home.

"Mom, why are you the only one in our family?"

Miao Cui was busy cleaning and washing the sheets and quilt covers. Without even looking up, she told about her family's whereabouts.

Wang Yuanchao sighed, "Big brother, you're dating someone, and you're making it so...

But he was just expressing his feelings inwardly.

Then I practiced guitar at home.

He discovered another wonderful use of the equipment bar:
As long as he threw the music scores he had played carefully into the equipment bar, when he played the guitar, those scores would be like engraved in his brain and he would never forget them.

Then he threw the fingering sketch given to him by Teacher Cao into the equipment column, and now he couldn't even make mistakes in the fingering.

As for the rest, how well you play the song depends on playing it more and improving your proficiency.

If you ignore his proficiency, he can play those songs, and his playing is quite standard.

It feels a bit scary.

So the only thing he has to do now is to improve his proficiency.

When Wang Yuanchao looked up, he saw a group of children gathered in the yard watching the fun.

There are not only children, but also several adults.

As soon as he stopped, the adults immediately moved in embarrassment.

"Yuan Chao plays the piano very well!" An old man took a cup of tea and listened to the music.

The second uncle also nodded repeatedly:

“Although this piano looks a bit strange, it sounds quite nice when played.”

Others also agreed.

Miao Cui didn't understand. Her son and daughter said it was a guitar, so she thought a guitar was also a kind of music. So she said modestly:
"He has just started learning, so he doesn't deserve everyone's praise. It would be bad if he became proud."

Yu Lidao:
"Aid Korea, can you play a song called "Singing the Motherland"?"

The neighbors had already spoken, what could Wang Yuanchao say? He could only honestly say:

"Sister Yu, I just started practicing, so please don't be surprised if I'm not familiar with the playing!"

Yu Li smiled and said:

"How can that be possible!"

This song is one of the main songs that Wang Yuanchao practices, but Wang Yuanchao feels that it would be more passionate and majestic if played on piano, accordion or electric guitar. Acoustic guitar is not very suitable for such a high-energy song.

But other neighbors in the courtyard don’t think so. Playing the piano is such a rare thing, right?

As soon as the familiar prelude came out, all the audiences in the courtyard, big and small, stood firmly unconsciously, trying to keep their heads held high. Even Jia Zhang tried to stand as straight as possible.

Yan Jiedi and Bang Geng even hummed along with the rhythm. The more they sang, the more excited they became, and they almost disrupted Wang Yuanchao's tune.

Then it became a live broadcast where you click and I play.

Wang Yuanchao also responded to requests and had to integrate with the masses. In this way, when he practices guitar at home, no one can say anything or make noise, right?

Whenever a red song comes out, there will be people humming along.

Everyone can see by now that Wang Yuanchao is indeed new to learning, and some of the songs are obviously not that familiar to him. When compared, you can hear the awkwardness in them.

But when the atmosphere is right, it’s no problem.

In any era, singing karaoke is an ultimate enjoyment.

Listening to people singing is also a kind of enjoyment.

Later, the second uncle even requested a song:

"To aid Korea, let's sing the March of the Volunteers!"

"Good!" "Good!" the crowd echoed.

Wang Yuanchao had no choice but to stand up and said:

"Everyone has to stand up when listening to this song, ah!"

Bang Geng said sensibly:

"Yes, Young Pioneers still have to salute!" Then he ran to the middle courtyard and shouted:
"Mom, mom, stand up, stand up quickly!"

Qin Huairu had endless quilts to wash, but her son interrupted her halfway, and she didn't know why.

My mother-in-law said:
"The March to Aid Korea will be played soon. We have to stand to listen to this song!"

Qin Huairu had to wipe her hands. What kind of song was this? It was so particular! She had been listening to it while washing clothes and was enjoying it.

Wang Yuanchao started to play it, and now more people knew how to play it, and many of them sang along. It was after singing like this that many people realized, isn’t this the national anthem?
Many people really don’t know the name of the national anthem.

When the song ended, a clear girl's voice was heard:

"Yes, when you walk, you must stop and salute the red flag!"

It turned out that Wang Li had just returned from shopping with his father. As soon as he entered the compound, he heard the noise. Wang Quan was standing at the door, holding his bicycle, not daring to move.

After the song was over, he checked with his daughter before riding his bike into the front yard.

Miao Cui had already stepped forward to respond, and gave her younger son a hateful look: You are the one who is trying to show off! Now everyone is watching our big purchase, right?
This is inconsistent with Miao Cui's usual low-key style.

Seeing the father and daughter carrying big bags of rice, flour and vegetables, everyone began to retreat unconsciously, thinking that it was time to end today's "Everyone Sings" and they had to do what they had to do. After all, the nickname that Jia Zhang had given was not wrong.

Wang Yuanchao also put away his guitar and took a break.

He mourned in silence in his heart. Just based on the look in his mother's eyes just now, his plan to get his parents to agree to help buy him a guitar was shattered - it was not in line with the Wang family's style of shrinking and low-key development.

So, will everyone go to Teacher Cao’s house to practice from now on?
What a hassle.

Wang Yuanchao had an urge to move out and live in a single dormitory.

He couldn't help but look forward to the work in the art troupe. Would there be any plays? Could he be arranged with a dormitory?
But now he had no choice but to wait.

Before dinner time, Wang Heping came back, and it was obvious that the third brother, Wang Yuanchao, was not in a very good mood.

He called his little sister aside:
"Your third brother, what's wrong?"

Wang Li glanced at his second brother, who still cared about others! He whispered:
"I guess everyone in the compound came to watch me play guitar at home today, and then my dad and I came back from shopping. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, my third brother probably felt mom's anger..."

Look, everyone knows the Wang family’s family motto.

Wang Heping nodded and thought to himself: Third brother, you are getting too proud of yourself and are now running into our mother's trap.

But he still decided to comfort his military advisor. After all, it was very nice to have a military advisor by his side.

He went to chat with his former brothers in the morning, and the answer was, "Brother, if you need anything, just tell me!"

In their heads, there are only fists, bricks, or sticks, or at most a few kitchen knives. But none of them have a brain as good as this big guy.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw the third brother reading a book. I went over to take a look: "Symphony of Fate"!
I can recognize the words and it's a music score, but I've definitely never heard of such a song.

"As a proud junior high school graduate, do you have any good suggestions for your brother who didn't even graduate from junior high school?"

Wang Yuanchao almost couldn't hold back his anger. Listening to his second brother's words, he felt a strong sense of superiority, as if he was being praised.

How could I have such an illusion for my second brother?

This is definitely not the tone of someone asking for help or advice!

When he looked up, he saw the funny expression of his younger sister Wang Li behind his second brother. It turned out that the culprit was here.

As soon as he pouted, the second brother turned his head and the youngest sister ran away.

Wang Heping closed the door and said solemnly in a low voice:

"Aiding Korea, I think what you said makes a lot of sense. I thought about it again and again this morning and I think I can give it a try."

Wang Yuanchao didn't even raise his head, and looked at the score carefully. He felt that it was not impossible to practice at home, but he couldn't practice the red songs that everyone was familiar with. It would be good to practice foreign songs that no one understood. In this way, everyone would listen to it at most, and then find that they couldn't understand it, but at least they wouldn't watch.

"What are you trying?"

Wang Heping still needs to rely on this military advisor, and said:

"Your suggestion last night!"

Wang Yuanchao then said:

"Follow your leader's route?"

"And what you said about allocating resources between the two ends. After all, you know, if there is no rationing, the price of food will be very expensive."

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(End of this chapter)