The villain is dying, I'm really not your boyfriend

After some communication, it was clear that Lin Mu was not the talent they needed.

But because of the previous misunderstanding, they all said that Lin Mu could come here to play, or he could follow along and learn something like before.The band will also give some compensation.

In this way, Lin Mu can be regarded as one of them.Su Zan obtained a work permit for Lin Mu from nowhere, allowing him to come and go here at will without anyone with him.

Their band is called "Ant Speed", a weird and super personal name.

Lin Mu stayed here, and Su Zan briefly introduced the things in the band to Lin Mu.

The practice room managed to get bright light from the outside, but the light here is not good. The lights on the roof are fully turned on, and they are not very bright.

And they relax and do their own things here, as if there is no limit at all: the boss still has a cigarette in his mouth, does not smoke, just satisfies his cravings, and looks down at his mobile phone; the kitten tattoo man is devoted to playing games; the keyboard player who does not like to talk Studying the sheet music.

Lin Mu was a little puzzled, thinking, is the band usually like this?

He was so confused when suddenly, someone said: "Come here once."

Just one sentence separated them from their original laziness.

Su Zan turned around and picked up the microphone, the cat tattooed man dropped his phone and grabbed the keyboard, Fang Liang stood in front of the keyboard, the boss threw away his cigarette, and touched the neck of the guitar with his finger with the silver halo ring.

Lin Mu stood there in amazement, watching them suddenly become solemn.

I don't know which instrument made the sound first, but soon, everyone started to move.

Lin Mu watched as the boss kicked the chair legs and plucked the strings casually—there seemed to be some magical power in those hands, making the originally inconspicuous guitar flow out a wonderful melody.

The notes of ding dong ding dong rushed towards the face, entangled with the beat, and attracted people's will, as if they were drawn into a blank world, and everything retreated far away, leaving only the sound.

When facing this performance, Lin Mu truly felt the appeal of music.

At that moment, he would just stare straight at the boss playing the guitar.

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Back in the dormitory, Lin Mu asked Su Zan to join the boss as a friend, asked him about the basics of the guitar, and then bought a guitar back.

Good-looking log color, solid wood veneer, clean and loud sound, packed in a black guitar bag, carried by the forest on the shoulder.Even people who don't know it look very handsome.

On the way back to the dormitory, Lin Mu was questioned by classmates he knew.

When he walked to the dormitory, he followed a few classmates who came to see the guitar.Zhang Wangxuan exclaimed "Wow wow wow" in amazement, and together with Chen Huang helped Lin Mu clean up the table.

The guitar is on the table.

People from the dormitory next door also came to watch the excitement, and a small circle of people surrounded the door, coaxing Lin Mu to play a song.

Lin Mu solemnly took the guitar out of the bag, put his legs on the ground like the boss, and stepped on the chair leg with the other foot, posing a full posture.

Then, under the expectant eyes of the people around, relying on the memory of the original owner, he played the guitar with the sound of howling ghosts and wolves.

It's real ghost crying and wolf howling.

Chen Huang was so shocked that he covered his ears, as if a fierce ghost came to claim his life appeared in front of his eyes; Zhang Wangxuan opened his mouth again and again, wanting to persuade but afraid of hurting Lin Mu; the group of students standing at the door didn't know Lin Mu very well , I just endured the voice and finished listening.

Relying on the instinct of his body's memory, Lin Mu finished playing a piece, opened his eyes intoxicated, saw them all quiet, and mistakenly thought that he had also achieved the same effect as the boss.

With fluffy black hair on his head, he pursed his lips and asked for compliments very tactfully: "You don't play very well..."

The group of students at the door gave him face subconsciously: "It's pretty good, it sounds good."

"It's pretty good, I, I'm not at this level."

"Lin Mu, you're pretty good, you're so accomplished in music..."

Chen Huang looked at them in disbelief, and looked at Zhang Wangxuan. Is there something wrong with my ears?

Lin Mu was in a trance, feeling that he was different from the original owner, and that he still had a bit of musical talent.

Until the people in other dormitories couldn't bear the bursting sound, they came out and howled: "Who?! Killing chickens in the dormitory! I'm going to have tinnitus..."

Lin Mu felt that it was definitely not his fault, and looked unconvinced at the group of classmates who praised him just now.

The students looked at each other and were dumb.

Chen Huang couldn't bear it anymore, he pulled Zhang Wangxuan and laughed so hard that he almost passed out.Zhang Wangxuan looked at Lin Mu, wanting to laugh but couldn't bear to laugh.

The laughter was very contagious, and the students standing at the door laughed too.

Lin Mu played the guitar for the first time, and was mercilessly ridiculed by everyone.

He climbed onto the bed with sad hands and feet, and pretended to cry on the quilt.

In the end, Zhang Wangxuan took him down and ate a bowl of shredded chicken noodles in sesame sauce bought by Chen Huang before he got better.

Whenever he was free in school, Lin Mu ran to the clubhouse with his guitar on his back.

Although he can't play the guitar well, a tall, long-legged boy, carrying a black guitar bag, and walking out with a clear goal, looks cool enough.

Because seeing others from a distance owning things that you have never touched before, subconsciously you will have emotions such as longing and looking up.

The photo of Lin Mu walking out with his guitar bag on his back was handed over to Fu Qingyan. He liked the vigor and vitality of his children very much, so he put the photo in the photo frame in the office.

Lin Mu originally wanted to go to the clubhouse to ask for guidance, but the group of people heard that he was being laughed at, and expressed their desire to hear what kind of voice it was.

Because when they are practicing, they also play the kind of boring and harsh music that laymen don't understand.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mu felt that this might be the case, so he plucked up the courage to play a song—and was drowned out by their laughter.

It seems that the tattooed bass player with big and thick tattoos can use classical Chinese while pointing at Lin Mu's guitar: "That... vomit hoarse and embarrassing, isn't that what it means?"

Lin Mu was extremely ashamed and angry.

Their boss had never seen someone who could play the guitar so well, so he personally took Lin Mu to teach him how to play, and felt that teaching Lin Mu to become a guitar player would also show his own strength.

The boss started teaching from the most basic, and he called Su Zan over when he was busy.Su Zan, the lead singer, played the guitar much better than Lin Mu.

Lin Mu couldn't figure out the way at first, and he was considered a novice in a certain way. After practicing for a long time, his fingers became swollen.

That night, he held up his hand like a swollen steamed bun to Fu Qingyan in the video.

There are classes every day this week. It's okay to go to the clubhouse to practice piano in the afternoon, but I really don't have time to go to Fu Qingyan's.

So I could only play videos with Fu Qingyan every day.

Fu Qingyan's nature was cold and hard, although he slowly melted away towards the trees, but he still didn't know how to say soft words that hurt his heart.

Looking at the deformed fingers, he stopped breathing for two seconds. After a long time, he just asked Lin Mu in a deep voice, "Do you still want to practice?"

Lin Mu was holding his fingers and eating with a spoon, and nodded: "Practice, they said that if you stick to it for about half a month, the calluses will be fine, and the pain will be gone."

"It doesn't hurt if you don't practice." Fu Qingyan persuaded his child like this.

He himself was born in a wealthy family, and he had a family envied by others since he was a child, but he also carried the heavy expectations of everyone in private.Growing from an only young master to a powerful person in the company, the road is also full of thorns.It's just that he never looked back to see the retreat.

But now, because Lin Mu injured his finger while playing the guitar, he felt unprecedented hesitation.

Why not just play the guitar?Can't you play it?

If you stop playing, won't it stop hurting?