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Chapter 489 The Son's Song

Zeng Yunfeng nodded his head and followed the rhythm, got into the car, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and left Jintan Village. He still has a lot of things to do today, and he probably ran around endlessly.

In the evening, Zeng Yunfeng faithfully arrived at home and waited for dinner for several years, and Shuihua always arrived home one step ahead of Zeng Yunfeng.

She always likes to prepare the meals well, waiting for Zeng Yunfeng and the child to come back to eat together, even if she is busy with this matter, she always puts it first.

Zeng Yunfeng leaned on the sofa, took off his shoes, put on slippers again and lay down on the sofa, lying down and waiting for dinner.

Outside the door, there was a singing sound of a tone-deaf voice coming from a distance, the sound was rather vague, and Zeng Yunfeng couldn't make out what this person was singing, but hearing this voice, there was no doubt that An Yuantang was this little bastard.

The door next to it was pushed open, and a small head poked in. When he came in and saw Zeng Yunfeng, he shuddered for a moment. He saw his father go to school this morning, and he said something to Principal Bai. The sharp look in his father's eyes frightened him out of his wits.

"Sing, why don't you sing?" Zeng Yunfeng looked at his son An Yuantang angrily, like a little quail standing next to the sofa with his neck curled up and his schoolbag on his back, listening to his father's reprimand.

"Well, what are you singing about?" Zeng Yunfeng took a sip of the tea ceremony while holding the teacup.

Zeng Yunfeng found fault and wanted to teach his son a lesson.

"Cut leeks!"

Zeng Yunfeng just took a sip of the tea cup he held by his mouth, and the tea suddenly spouted out.

This song is a song in an authentic local dialect, and it sounds good to sing, but it doesn't suit the pentatonic voice of this little bastard, An Yuantang.

What's the matter with these children?At such a young age, he sang leeks. Could it be that when he grows up, he wants to be cut as leeks, cut leeks and leeks, and still sings so happily, can he pursue it a little bit?

"Well, I heard from Principal Bai that you are going to participate in the chorus competition. Have you signed up yet?"

An Yuantang nodded in frustration. Although he really didn't want to participate, the whole school went, and he couldn't do it if he didn't.

He knew very clearly that stretching out his head was a slash, and retracting his head was also a slash, and the sooner he went, the sooner he was done.

If the time comes as promised, the child's first singing competition as a parent has to participate. Zeng Yunfeng drove his wife Shuihua to Haiji County to participate in the chorus competition. In an instant, he walked in front of Zeng Yunfeng.

"Oh, this Mr. An, I didn't expect you to come to this place. It's a compliment to us." Zeng Yunfeng smiled and shook hands with him, but greeted him with a grunt. He knew exactly what the director was. I want to get something from him, but he can't take care of all the education, because he is not the director of the county education bureau. The only thing he can do now is to be alone. It would be nice if he can attend Jintan Village Primary School .

The director of the County Education Bureau vigorously shook hands with Zeng Yunfeng. He had long wanted to get in touch with the well-known entrepreneurs in this county. I heard that he has always been very generous, especially when investing in school resources and even education donations. Never mean.

So far, he has invested about 2000 million yuan in school education, but most of it has been invested in the primary school area, which is not particularly important to the director.

Zeng Yunfeng chatted with him, walked to the auditorium and sat down, the Director of Education reluctantly took his hand away from Zeng Yunfeng's hand.

One of his subordinates next to him said puzzledly, "Director, who is this!"

"You don't know, this Mr. An met at a corporate reception in Fujian. He is a man of temperament. Hundreds of thousands of people rely on him for food. It's terrible. He will give it to whoever has a good relationship with him." As for donations, you haven’t seen how much money Lao Bai gets from him every year, and the leakage of oil in his hands is enough for us to build several middle schools.”

"In our place, the educational resources are backward. In the Qingshui Yamen, every cent of the money is split into two flowers. For these students, what's the use of lesbian relations!"

"The elementary school in Jintan Village was poor and empty, and now the school building has been built, but now there are more than 200 million funds in hand, and there will be more than 1000 million funds in succession. If so much money is put in our county, it can be done. How many things."

"But, we can only watch it, not use it."

"Director, let's tilt the resource policy towards them. The water will overflow. Once the elementary school is fully built, the surplus will naturally be tilted towards our county!"

"Oh, you don't understand. Don't say that the money is earmarked and cannot be embezzled, and the administrative power will be handed over immediately. In the future, Minning Town will not be under the jurisdiction of our county!"

"However, the source of all this is Ernst & Young Fu. After all, he walked out of our Xihaigu. To maintain a little bit of affection, one day he will still walk back to this mountain. This place It's his root, he can't break it!"

"In Haiji's place, his uncle and everything are here, and there are even a lot of his cousins ​​and so on. Even for the education and construction of his hometown, he has to come back to invest. You are still too young, don't worry too much!" Director Wang patted his subordinate on the shoulder and said.

Other primary schools and students in other counties wore uniforms that looked like foreign students' classes, but in comparison, the costumes of Jintan Village Primary School were too inferior. Based on Principal Bai's aesthetics, the school uniforms worn by the students were just like Zeng Yunfeng's school uniforms. They wore exactly the same ones when they were in primary school, except that the school uniform he wore when he was in primary school was red and white, and now they are wearing white and blue school uniforms, but the same feeling is very earthy.

But from Zeng Yunfeng's point of view, this feeling is so familiar, and he is quite satisfied, even though the students of Jintan Primary School seem to stand apart from each other.

Round after round of elementary school singing passed, they had chorus and mixed singing, all kinds of singing methods were laborious, and all kinds of flying singing methods made Zeng Yunfeng a headache.

Finally, it was time for the performance of Jintan Village Primary School. As the principal of Jintan Village Primary School, Lao Bai is a versatile person. He is elegant and knows some tunes, but today he looks very energetic and formal in a tunic suit. Wearing a white and white school uniform with a red scarf, he pursed his lips and looked very nervous.

Following Principal Bai's gesture, the group of children began to speak up,
"Chun~tian~ is~where~!" A lead singer's melodious voice came with a silver bell.

Fortunately, Zeng Yunfeng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it wasn't the song of cutting leeks, otherwise he would have collapsed on the seat at the bottom on the spot.

But then the chorus was like a hodgepodge.

The strong dialect made them sing "Where is the sky?"Where is the sky?

This strong dialect made many parents beside them burst into laughter, and some school leaders and education bureau leaders frowned.

But the splash next to him, Zeng Yunfeng and all the parents of Jintan Village who came here didn't mind.

In Zeng Yunfeng's view, a mandarin with a dialect is an authentic mandarin, and a mandarin that is completely divorced from the local dialect is actually a mandarin that really feels strange.

Many people now learn languages ​​with very strange logic. They think that learning a language must be completely standard, especially in the theory of learning a foreign language, which is a very strange logical way of thinking.

They think that learning a foreign language must be very standard, and even every intonation and tone must be accurate in order to truly learn it well, but in fact, in Zeng Yunfeng's view, the real purpose of learning a foreign language is to interpret foreign documents and foreign texts. Those good things, after learning it, become our own culture.

Learning a foreign language is not to learn to be like a foreigner. What can such a standard foreign language be used for? In the end, I learned myself as a foreign devil, but in the end I neither became a diplomat nor came to be an interpreter. Instead, I was in front of my own countrymen. Show off your accent, then learn such an excellent foreign language that is even more standard than foreigners, but you don’t go to foreign countries to develop yourself, what is the reason for this, is it for a sense of superiority!

No matter how you learn a foreign language, you will not become a foreigner. The accent and skin color are innate, and you can't get rid of it or escape it.

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