Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 1030 1030. Chinese Week (16)

It is indeed a universal truth that there is strength in numbers. The young men spontaneously and consciously did not let the girls interfere, and they put up eight awnings in no time. The artists from Hanover and Saarbrücken each got three, and the remaining two were left for the audience who came to watch the performance in the rain.

For fear of affecting the mood of He Yangjin and others, Dong Qiangqiang reminded Ji Fengping and others not to share the malicious destruction of the display board area with everyone for the time being, because the display board area was on the other side of the teaching building lobby, and not everyone would pass there before coming to the outdoor performance area. Ji Fengping and Gu Xin hurriedly agreed after hearing this, but Zhao Ke looked embarrassed. It turned out that when he was bored while setting up the tent just now, he had chatted with others and released this matter as explosive news.

He Yangjin soon came to Dong Qiangqiang to verify the situation. Dong Qiangqiang couldn't hide it, so he told He Yangjin the actual situation.

"The display board area didn't affect anyone's interests, so why did it suffer such a vicious attack?" He Yangjin was also indignant after hearing this. "How could there be such a person who harms others without benefiting himself? It's so disrespectful. You must not be affected by this."

"Teacher He, we have the moral and spiritual support of our classmates, the loving donations from all sides, and the strong backing of our motherland and people 8,000 kilometers away. This insignificant episode is just a small touchstone on our road to growth. The preparatory team has started to re-produce the relevant materials and it is expected that the exhibition will be resumed tonight. We have also designed a response strategy based on this emergency. I believe it will not happen again. After all, only a few people do such things."

"That's true. The hotel we stayed in these few days was very user-friendly and the staff were very easy to talk to. Just like yesterday, when the hotel heard that we were foreign students from the music department who wanted to find a temporary place to rehearse, they quickly suggested that we use the hotel's warehouse. The warehouse itself is very clean, and they specially cleaned up a large area for us to use, so yesterday's rehearsal went particularly smoothly. Not only did we go through the set repertoire several times, we also prepared an unusually rich repertoire for the encore. We also specially selected a few well-known foreign songs to perform in the form of folk music, hoping to create a strong contrast and bring the audience a completely different experience."

Because Dong Qiangqiang's morning class and the performance started at the same time, he could not wait for the event to start before going to the classroom like he did yesterday. If he did that, he would definitely not be able to get a seat in the first row, and his listening effect would be greatly reduced. So he could only chat briefly with He Yangjin and left in a hurry.

Although he arrived at the classroom not late, Dong Qiangqiang was still a step behind the other top students and could only grab a window seat in the second row. This saved him trouble as he could watch the live broadcast of the performance by just standing up slightly from his seat.

  Almost at the same time as the chalk fell on the blackboard, passionate, rhythmic and heavy drum sounds came from outside the window. Dong Qiangqiang never thought that He Yangjin and others would choose "General's Order" as the opening song. How could people sit still to listen to such an exciting and stirring song?

He was distracted for a moment.

While the teacher was not paying attention, he quickly stood up and sat down again. He glanced outside the window and saw that the artists and martial arts performers were already practicing, but the awning prepared for the audience was empty. Dong Qiangqiang felt sorry for He Yangjin and others. The preparation team did not do a good job of publicity in advance. He hurriedly wrote it down in his notebook and prepared to synchronize it with everyone during the review in the evening.

German students may have been through this before and are no longer surprised by all kinds of noises. They sit upright, appearing calm and sophisticated, their eyes either following the professor or staring at the textbook. Influenced by the micro-environment, Dong Qiangqiang stopped peeking out the window and reentered the mode of immersive listening.

Time passed quickly and it was noon. The morning classes were coming to an end. Dong Qiangqiang thought that the ancient music and martial arts performance, which should have ended in an hour, had not yet ended. Not only did the songs continue one after another, but the applause between the songs also went from sparse to enthusiastic.

Just as Dong Qiangqiang thought the activity was over after more than ten minutes of silence outside the window, a cheerful and melodious melody suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The prelude lasted for more than ten seconds, and Dong Qiangqiang hadn't reacted yet, but he saw many German students laughing at each other. Some of them even stood up and looked out the window while the professor was writing on the blackboard with his back to the teacher. When the main part of the song came, Dong Qiangqiang heard that the artists were playing Michael Jackson's "Beat It" on the guzheng and pipa. No wonder the German students reacted so quickly. But all this was just the beginning. He Yangjin and others played Michael Jackson's classic songs such as "We Are The World" and "Heal the World" one after another. The German students couldn't sit still anymore. They couldn't wait for the professor to announce the end of get out of class, and they stood up and looked out the window. Seeing this, the professor could only go with the flow and announce the end of get out of class, then slowly walked down the steps and walked to the window, looking out with the students to see who was trying to steal his students.

As the music gradually faded away in the drizzling rain, Dong Qiangqiang ran downstairs at lightning speed and rushed into the rain. When he walked outside the performance venue with an umbrella, he was surprised to see the crowds of people also holding umbrellas, watching in three layers inside and outside.

Just when he thought that the morning's activities had finally officially ended, a beautiful and melodious prelude sounded in everyone's ears.

Although the performer had only played a short passage, he instantly recognized the name of the song.

Almost at the same time, he heard people clapping loudly, and some bolder ones even sang the lyrics directly.

"A big river with wide waves, the wind blowing the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides, my home is on the bank, I am used to hearing the boatman's horn and seeing the white sails on the boats."

He closed his eyes and couldn't help humming along with the crowd. Through his closed eyelids, across the fog of smoke, in the ruins, he saw the medical workers who were brave enough to risk their lives and the ordinary workers from all walks of life who built an incredible wall of steel with their flesh and blood amidst the thorns. On their resolute faces, full of the brilliance of humanity, were eyes shining with infinite love for the motherland and their fellow countrymen.

Perhaps this is why the Chinese can dedicate, sacrifice and face unknown disasters with a smile, because everyone has an infinitely deep love for the country, for their compatriots and for the land under their feet.

Dong Qiangqiang felt like his tears were bursting out of a dam and he couldn't stop them. Afraid of being laughed at, he immediately turned his head away, only to see that everyone around him had tears on their faces.

Sometimes, people become patriotic when they go abroad.

When Dong Qiangqiang rushed back to the university after finishing the CFA training course in Luxembourg, the hall of the Economics Department was brightly lit and all the members of the preparatory team were waiting in the hall to review with him.

Let’s start the paid patriotism education from myself.