The first day of activities consisted mainly of field trips, field camping, familiarization with each other among the participating students, and the official language was Russian. Although Feng Yu arrived at noon, with his good spoken Russian and the curiosity of students from all over the world, he became the fastest student to integrate into Bingcheng No. 3 Middle School.

In the afternoon, students from all over the world sat around the grass and played some simple games to strengthen their familiarity with each other. The teachers here in the third middle school are all frowning, why is this summer camp different from what they imagined?

Vice President Sun thought, shouldn't there be a theme in the summer camp, or literature, or mathematics, physics, chemistry, etc., everyone communicates and competes with each other, even if it is a scientific and technological invention, and among the students he selected this time, there is one who is particularly good at small inventions.

The three professors of the University of Technology were a little anxious, when could they visit those research institutes and real rooms, this was the purpose of their trip, was it really a childish game with these middle school students?

The three of them whispered to Vice Principal Sun and asked Vice Principal Sun to inquire when this camping activity would end today, which was too much of a waste of time!

Vice Principal Sun was very helpless, although he was the team leader, but the three were much stronger than him in terms of level and influence, and he even felt like a puppet, wearing the name of the team leader and doing the work of a nanny.

There was already a student from a country dancing over there, and everyone applauded lightly, only Vice President Sun walked to the person in charge of the organizer outside.

After a while, Vice Principal Sun came back, his face was very ugly. The three professors hurriedly asked, what exactly can I visit the institute?

"Three, there must be a visit to the institute, but not these two days. The summer camp has half a month, and the first visit will start after three days, and the main activity of these two days is to play! ”

"What? Play? How can an international summer camp be a play? What is the theme of the summer camp, isn't it technology? One professor's eyes widened. Moscow State University, with its strong scientific and technological forces, can there be anything else in the theme?

Vice President Sun said with difficulty: "The theme of this summer camp is - art! ”

Duang~~~

The three professors were dumbfounded!

When Vice President Sun learned the news, it was also very difficult to accept. The theme is art, why didn't you say this in the invitation? Besides, Moscow State University is not famous for its art.

What's more, if it's an art summer camp, you should indicate it on the invitation letter, we have to select students accordingly, and among the students who came this time, I haven't heard of any top art students!

It's over, it's over, this time it may be the Waterloo of his political ~ political career, as soon as he came here, Feng Yu disappeared, and the organizers summoned the police unkindly. finally let Feng Yu solve it, but it also attracted the attention of other delegations, and he always felt that the school seemed to have discredited Huaxia.

This matter finally came to an end, and now I know that the theme of the summer camp is art. Look at students from other countries, singing, dancing, and painting with oil paints.

Here in No. 3 Middle School, there are students with cameras around their necks, do they want to show their photos to others? Even if it makes sense, it's too late to develop the photo now.

The organizer just said that now it's a rotating performance program, and it's about to go to the third middle school, who should this TM choose?

Vice Principal Sun swept over the faces of the students, and suddenly stared at Feng Yu. This summer camp was invited to No. 3 Middle School because of him, this kid must know the theme of the summer camp, and when he was training, he deliberately didn't participate, did he prepare a show at home and wanted to be a blockbuster?

Yes, it must be so, otherwise why would you have helped Wen Dongjun to ask for leave, whether you can not embarrass the Third Middle School today, and whether you can not discredit Huaxia, it depends on Feng Yu!

Feng Yu was enjoying the dance when he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder. He looked back and saw Vice Principal Sun's big face next to his shoulder.

"Principal Sun, is there something wrong with you?"

Vice President Sun showed what he thought was the kindest smile: "Feng Yu, the theme of this summer camp is art, why didn't we write it on the invitation?" But it doesn't matter, we don't know, you know for sure, right? You and Wen Dongjun didn't participate in the training organized by the school, so you should have prepared a program at home, right? ”

Looking at Vice Principal Sun's eyes, Feng Yu shrunk his neck: "Principal Sun, I want to say that I don't know if you believe it?" ”

Vice Principal Sun's eyes widened: "What did you say?" You don't know either? Isn't this summer camp because of your family's relationship that we have a place? Don't quibble, hurry up and prepare for the show, singing and dancing or something, writing and painting, you can't drop the chain, and go back to give you a school-level good student when you're done! ”

Feng Yu was dumbfounded, he really didn't know the theme of the summer camp, he wanted to say that he was just here to gild. Brother Ji is too unreliable, even if this invitation is obtained by Gasai, you should also write the theme of the event. What kind of art is there, what are the commonalities between Chinese and Eastern European art?

Suddenly, Feng Yu saw a guitar carried by a student, he felt the atmosphere around him, and a song suddenly popped up in his mind, a song adapted from Soviet folk songs, telling the story of Ukraine, the Russian version circulated on the Internet in his previous life, and Feng Yu also deliberately practiced for a while.

Soon, it was the turn of Bingcheng No. 3 Middle School to perform the show, everyone look at me, I look at you, they are all embarrassed to stand up, because of their subtle character since ancient times.

Feng Yu stood up and walked towards the Ukrainian student: "Classmate, I'm late, so I didn't bring a guitar, can you borrow it from me?" ”

The Ukrainian classmate enthusiastically handed the guitar to Feng Yu, who plucked it twice and sat cross-legged in the middle of the grass. I haven't played the guitar for a long time, and my fingers are a little rusty, so I hope there won't be a mistake for a while.

"Here is an original song of mine "Birch Forest", adapted from the folk song of the Ukrainian region, which tells the story of a beautiful girl who waits for her lover on the side of the birch forest, but the lovely person died on the battlefield."

"White snow drifts in the quiet village, and pigeons fly under the gloomy sky. The birch tree engraved those two names, and they swore to love each other for the rest of their lives.

One day the war burned to his hometown, and the young man picked up a gun and ran to the frontier, sweetheart, don't worry about me, wait for me to come back in that birch forest.

The sky is still overcast and there are still doves flying, who will prove those love and life without tombstones. The snow was still falling, the village was still peaceful, and the young people were lost in the birch forest.

The bad news came that afternoon, her sweetheart died in the distant battlefield, and she silently came to the birch forest, and watched there every day. She said he was just lost in the distance and that he would definitely come to this birch forest.

The sky is still overcast and there are still doves flying, who will prove those love and life without tombstones. The snow was still falling, the village was still peaceful, and the young people were lost in the birch forest.

The long road was coming to an end, and the girl was already gray-haired, and she often heard him call by the pillow, Come on, dear, come to this birch forest. At the time of her death she murmured, "I'm coming, waiting for me in that birch forest......"

When Feng Yu's last note fell, warm applause rang out around him. Feng Yu sang the folk song of their hometown, and it was specially sung in Russian, which made them fascinated by it. Another student said that he wanted the score of Feng Yu's song, and a teacher said that it should be made into a tape so that more people could hear it.

Vice President Sun applauded vigorously with satisfaction, and threw a "see you kid can't hide" look at Feng Yu, this time the crisis has finally passed again.

~~ Happy holidays, when you are reading, the fourth child is still writing hard