After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Chapter 254

Compared with the two orchestras, the symphony orchestra wore suits and the chorus wore plain dresses.

Lu Qingfeng's military training uniform was mixed in, making it particularly eye-catching.

On the rostrum, Ren Yizhou asked curiously.

"Who is this student?"

The middle-aged man sitting next to him was Fang Mingbo, one of the vice principals.

He also serves as Secretary-General, Spokesperson, and Minister of Propaganda Department of Peking University.

The main job is to assist the president in completing daily work and Peking University’s publicity work.

He is responsible for tasks such as the National Day tribute, including this military training parade.

Of course, as a senior leader, he couldn't be involved in everything, but because this matter was related to an old man behind him, he paid more attention to it.

When he heard Ren Yizhou ask, he smiled.

"The two lines of poetry that were on the Chinese Department's most popular list at the beginning of the school year were written by him."

"Oh."

Although more than half a month has passed, Ren Yizhou still remembers these two lines of poetry clearly.

"Jianhong Renjue Taegae Xing, no effort is wasted, jade Rucheng is accomplished, it is very well written. I remember his name is Lu Qingfeng, right? Where is he now?"

The current Peking University president became a little interested.

"It's interesting to say this, our neighbors invited a celebrity to compose a National Day song this year."

"As you know, students from our two schools are always fighting for everything, so the Student Union asked this freshman to write a song."

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Ren Yizhou may have also recalled the scenes when he was in school when he was young, and the corners of his mouth raised and he smiled.

"Okay, young people should be energetic and vigorous, but is there anything wrong with this young man?"

Fang Mingbo said.

"When this was reported, I was also confused. Later, I looked it up and found out that this year's freshmen are really amazing."

"This young man named Lu Qingfeng has already achieved some success in literary creation at such a young age. Professor Chen Jiahong of the Chinese Department has been full of praise for his writing. I've read one of his articles, 'Mountain Moon', which depicts the weaknesses of human nature with a penetrating depth."

"The young man is also very talented in music. I heard that he learned to play the violin in just a few months and even composed his own repertoire. The Philharmonic Orchestra also wants to collaborate with him."

After he said this, Ren Yizhou nodded twice to show his agreement.

But I don’t have too many other thoughts. Any student who can be admitted to Peking University is a genius in my life.

Although this achievement is outstanding, it is not yet to the point where it deserves special attention.

"Then I want to listen carefully to what kind of song he composed."

Fang Mingbo nodded.

"I heard that he even visited Professor Xia for this piece of music."

"Oh!"

Ren Yizhou's expression finally changed.

"Mr. Xia, you came here today just to listen to the music, right?"

"I don't know about this either."

Fang Mingbo shook his head, but in fact he was also worried.

Although this old man has been retired for many years and does not hold any position in Peking University,

But his son and grandson are very promising.

Ren Yizhou said nothing more after hearing this.

While the two were talking, the venue was set up.

The group of freshmen who were still standing in formation probably knew what was going on.

After all, this matter spread quite widely on campus, and Lu Qingfeng was questioned about it several times.

However, he never revealed any useful information.

So, everyone was curious about what kind of song this was.

Judging from the situation, it has both a choir and a symphony orchestra, so it should be a very grand type.

Although there was a rule that required everyone to stand still, everyone stretched their necks and looked in that direction.

Everything was ready. Lu Qingfeng stood in front of the six-member violin group, with Lin Dong, the conductor, holding the baton in front of him.

He looked at the boy on his left.

Lu Qingfeng nodded at him.

He began to demonstrate with both hands, pressing down the baton and palms at the same time, then lifting them up.

Lu Qingfeng followed his rhythm, leading the people behind him, and the melodious sound of the violin rang out.