Chinese 2006 starts with the Beijing Film Academy Art Examination

Early the next morning, amid a series of payment reminders, Yang Lingyue went out with his bank card.

Then I went to the Yamaha Music Store on Changfeng Street alone.

The store owner is currently cleaning a black piano in the store.

He is a very elegant middle-aged man, who looks about forty-five or six years old. The striped old-fashioned T-shirt on him makes him look like he is wearing a customized suit.

Yang Lingyue said aloud: "Hello, boss, I'm the one who called last night to inquire about buying a guitar."

The shop owner put away the rag and smiled: "Oh, hello, beginner, right? The guitar is there. You take a look first. If you need an introduction, just call me. I'll finish the work at hand first."

Yang Lingyue didn't take it seriously: "Okay, you're busy."

When we walked to the guitar area, we could see that the boss was very diligent and a serious business person. Every guitar was very clean, without even a trace of dust, and they were all pleasing to the eye.

Yang Lingyue saw four or five red cotton guitars and asked aloud: "Boss, do you still have red cotton here?"

The shop owner replied: "My friend is selling them on consignment, but they are all new, so you can take a look. But I don't recommend buying them for beginners, they are a bit expensive."

Hearing this statement, Yang Lingyue was a little surprised. He picked up a handful of red cotton, fiddled with the strings, and tried to memorize it. It felt good.

"How much does this one cost?"

"Twelve thousand, red cotton 41-inch performance-grade acacia solid veneer."

Yang Lingyue asked: "This is it. Can it be cheaper?"

The shop owner smiled implicitly: "Sorry, that's the price."

Then he continued to promote: "This guitar has pure sound quality, full sound and clear tone. It is purely handmade and has no flaws. The craftsmanship is great. You have good taste."

It seems that the price was not deliberately raised to sell his Yamaha.

Yang Lingyue gestured and asked, "Boss, do you think this size is suitable for me?"

"Step up, put your hand here, and flick it."

As he spoke, the shop owner pointed to a location:

"The distance between the strings and the fretboard at the 12th fret should be between 1.5 and 3mm. If there is no fret knocking at each fret, and you don't feel any discomfort, then the size is suitable for you."

Yang Lingyue tried it and felt it was okay.

The shop owner looked at Yang Lingyue playing back and forth and said, "There's no need to adjust the sound anymore."

Yang Lingyue took off the guitar and handed it to the boss and said, "Then pack it up."

The shop owner took it, wiped it with a deerskin cloth, took out the piano case, and just put it in when another person came into the shop.

The shop owner smiled at the visitor and said, "Come here? You sold one guitar."

Yang Lingyue turned around and took a look, oh, this is not a big wave, no, isn't this the guitar teacher who gave the training class yesterday?

The guitar teacher looked at him and nodded, but didn't say anything.

It seemed that the guitar teacher recognized Yang Lingyue. After all, he was the most normal-looking person among the four people yesterday afternoon, and he was also the one with the calmest eyes.

Yang Lingyue said hello: "Hello, we meet again."

"Do you know him?" the shop owner asked in surprise.

The female guitar teacher responded and saw the guitar packed by the store owner and said, "I only saw it yesterday. Don't you still know how to play? Buy this one?"

Yang Lingyue said something and then asked: "You should have played like this yesterday. The sound was very nice. Do you have a POS machine?"

"That's it. This guitar is pretty good." The female guitar teacher said, went to the counter and took a POS machine and handed it to the store owner.

Yang Lingyue said nothing more after that. He took out the bank card in his backpack and paid, thanked him, picked up the guitar and left.

"Wait a minute, you want to learn guitar, right?"

As soon as he reached the door, the female guitar teacher called out to Yang Lingyue.

"yes."

The female guitar teacher said: "I teach for 100 an hour. If you are willing, I can teach from 2 or 2 to 5 o'clock every afternoon."

The store owner added next to him: "Young man, Yu Li's guitar skills are among the best in Longcheng. The price is not expensive."

Yang Lingyue gestured to the store owner and then looked at the guitar teacher: "One on one?"

Yu Li nodded and said, "Yes."

Yang Lingyue waved and walked out the door: "Okay, see you in the afternoon."

The shop owner watched Yang Lingyue go out and said, "This life is not easy."

Yu Li stroked her hair and said, "I didn't see it, but he should be quite rich. The rest is none of my business."

The store owner was noncommittal and then asked: "Is the house sold?"

Yu Li said softly: "Sold, everything that can be sold is sold."

The shop owner sighed: "Then I'll transfer the money to you, put it down and look forward."

Yu Li twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "No need, Uncle Zhang. I'll pay you back and pay back the rest slowly. Don't worry, I've let it go a long time ago."

The shop owner smiled: "Then I'll let you go. Your aunt is already thinking about arranging a blind date for you."

Yu Li also smiled: "Sure, the richer the better, you can be a mistress."

The store owner scolded angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you going to do anything for such a coward? You even sold your house to pay off the loan shark for him."

Yu Li's eyes were blank, as if she was talking to herself: "Why didn't I find out earlier?"

The shop owner has heard this several times, but he still said without mercy: "What's the use of finding it early? There's something wrong with his nature. He wanted to take shortcuts, but his mental endurance is still poor. I think he died too late." ”

Yu Li lowered her head and said, "He wasn't like this before."

After leaving the music store, Yang Lingyue went straight to the painting training class and signed up for a class with a monthly tuition of 5,000 yuan, from 9 am to 12 pm every day.

The teacher who taught him was a male teacher around 30 years old, named Tian Xiaohui.

The best thing about this teacher is that he can sketch very quickly, which looks very comfortable and smooth. It can be seen that his painting skills are very solid.

Because Tian Xiaohui can draw a quick sketch of Yang Lingyue in one minute, and in another minute, he can express the human body very vividly.

The brushstrokes are elegant and vivid, not rigid at all.

Yang Lingyue thinks it is worth it.

After a morning out, he gained a lot. The main reason why Yang Lingyue did not refuse Yu Li was that when he saw her playing that song yesterday afternoon, she was so handsome, with her eyes closed and immersed in the music, not looking at the shop, the fingerboard, or the strings. At first glance, she was a female classmate with a story.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Lingyue came to the "Yinyu" guitar training class as scheduled.

Yu Li saw Yang Lingyue coming in, put down the mop in his hand, and asked:

"What level do you plan to learn?"

"I can play without a script proficiently." Yang Lingyue said his goal.

Yu Li then asked: "Are you a college student?"

"I just finished the college entrance examination, so I only have two months."

Yu Li said: "Oh, I can teach you from scratch. Guitar is not complicated, and there are not many things to teach. About 20 days will be enough. But to achieve your goal, generally speaking, you need to practice for more than 2 hours a day for about two years."

Yang Lingyue asked: "Then I pay for 20 days of tuition?"

"Okay." Yu Li nodded.