Break Through the Steam Game Library

It is Friday, April 28, 2090, at 3:30 in the afternoon. The monthly exam for this month has just ended. The last one is Physics. Everyone is lying in their seats very tired. After school an hour later, they all said nothing. I just want to sit quietly for a while.

Before the self-study class started, Lu Zhengkang took out a harmonica from the inner pocket of the school uniform.

He put his lips on the harmonica lightly, and the relaxed tune sounded in the classroom. Everyone turned their heads in surprise. The boy in the last row of the classroom sat comfortably with his feet on the desk and his left hand. Inserted in his pocket, he was swimming around his mouth with a blues harmonica in his right hand, looking at the ceiling with no one else.

The classmates laughed, some slapped a beat, some booed, and some cheered up and continued to study. Now it is the setting sun. The vigorous young people have not yet given up to life.

After Lu Zhengkang finished playing a minor tune, he took the harmonica back into his pocket, and the class teacher who stopped at the door strode in, pretending that he didn't know anything, and began to order the students to concentrate on their studies. Finally, she called Zhou Ping out again.

...

The harmonica was prepared for "Killing That Shijiazhuang Man". This piece requires harmonica and trumpet saxophone. It could have been simulated with a synthesizer, which is not a problem at all, but Lu Zhengkang intends to learn another harmonica. Otherwise, it seems that their band is very amateur-in fact it is very amateur.

There are two ways to play this thing. Because the sound holes are connected close together, in order to prevent the airflow from escaping, you must either puck your mouth at the sound hole or swallow it, and then use your tongue to block the unwanted sound hole. Zhengkang can do both, but the first method is usually used more because it looks more elegant.

Although it still looks like eating corn. Because of this, Su Xiangli gave him a new nickname, Khrushchev Devourer.

Bai Fengjiu asked him what song the band had prepared, and Lu Zhengkang answered truthfully, but the monitor said she had never heard of it in Beijing. The old song half a century ago, you really have to hear it before hell.

...

Bai Fengjiu wrote down the title of the song, and went back to ask his father. Qi Juezhi was an unwilling singer. His last job was as a tutor. Originally, he chose him because the price was cheaper than online courses. Comrades’ long-term insomnia has led to a trance, and their language is reversed. It is not as good as a housework robot. He was swept out the same day. Now he is waiting for work at home and depends on his separated wife.

He tried his best to meet his daughter's request, put down his dishes, and ran into the studio he hadn't cleaned for a long time. He was covered in ashes and found a pile of music scores, including the music that Su Huai Feixing band would perform.

Bai Fengjiu took the score and put it in her schoolbag. After the meal, she said goodbye to her father, and then went out. As usual, she went to her mother's house to rest. The journey was not long, and it was the same as taking a walk after dinner.

Her mother, Bai Chengyu, got up at 4 o'clock in the afternoon one day, spent five minutes sitting in bed, so that she was completely awake, and then got out of bed to take a shower, for almost twenty minutes. Wash away the accumulated dandruff and dirt, and feel refreshed. Then go to the kitchen to eat some simple convenience food, clean up the sweeping robot, and return it to the TV cabinet, almost five o'clock.

Walk the dog: 5 to 5:20 in the afternoon.

Today was the last day she rented this Chihuahua. She was very reluctant, so she went to the supermarket to buy a pack of high-end dog food to fill her dog. Chihuahua ate the dog food carelessly, Bai Chengyu squatted aside and gently stroked its back.

She entrusted her daughter to return the dog to the shop, and she packed up the equipment for work.

To go out, first take a scooter out of the community, then walk to the nearest subway station, and take a capsule train to the central business district 20 kilometers away. She works as a front desk at a third-rate technology company called Chenyu Chuangxing.

She put on makeup on the capsule train, and several strangers in the same car looked at her and didn't say anything.

Bai Chengyu covered his dark yellow face with the cheapest foundation in the supermarket, and then put on a little stingy lipstick.

She Shishiran got off the car, walked to the door of the company building, took out the small mirror, her expressionless face, a little bit, showed the corner of her mouth, a standard, impeccable smile appeared, just like the product of machine tool processing.

She straightened her back, entered the company, changed work clothes among the employees, and started to work.

Facing the empty hall with few people coming.

Only robots stand like sculptures. Their sleek appearance does not have a human face, so this is the value of the existence of people like Bai Chengyu.

Under the silent surveillance camera,

She smiled.

...

Bai Fengjiu knew that his mother hated music.

But she was also very obsessed with music, she just passed on the bad things of her life to music. In the beginning, Bai Fengjiu learned to play drums, but he was enthusiastically approved by his parents, and even forced to learn by them.

Now ~www.readwn.com~ the familiar drum kit is dusted in mother's utility room.

She watched her mother leave the community by the window.

Bai Fengjiu took out the music score from her schoolbag. What she was thinking about was the boy named Lu Zhengkang.

Smart and gentle, strong execution, decisive in doing things, very humble in life, and really invulnerable.

Bai Fengjiu actually wanted to help him, because Lu Zhengkang was very funny when he asked her.

But he still found a solution. Just like so many times, watching Lu Zheng Kangti make up his homework in the classroom, he can always take care of his work.

On the day he was campaigning for class cadres, he gave a speech on stage, and everyone else said that he wanted to contribute to the class and help the teachers share the worries. Only he said that his abilities can satisfy everyone, and then drew a picture on the blackboard on the spot Sketching, everyone in the classroom looks like a mirror, and you can see your own image on the blackboard. Every time Lu Zhengkang draws a person, the voice in the classroom becomes louder, and when it is finished, the ceiling is almost lifted. , The class teacher next door all came over to inquire about the situation.

A kid who pulls the wind, Lu Zhengkang, he is so cool, everyone admires him, studies well, is liked by the teacher, and has a beautiful little girlfriend who practices ballet.

He is almost the card face of the first class, and the first grade is overwhelming the current class. When he mentions him, the little kids in other classes can only take a breath of air-conditioning and shout something terrifying.

Such him rarely asks for help.

Bai Fengjiu was in the utility room and moved away the stacked boxes to make a clearing. She flipped through the sheet music, then put it aside, moved a stool to do it, and raised the drumsticks.

The small hut was not disturbed, only debris piled up like a fence.

She waved,

The rhythm bursts!

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