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At noon on Jiang Xing's birthday, he invited his classmates to a small restaurant outside the school for dinner, and he was picked up by his family to celebrate his birthday as soon as school was over in the afternoon.Although it was a pity that he could not spend alone with Fu Chengfeng on his birthday, but the day before that, Fu Chengfeng's entire day was his, and his request for a kiss was not rejected once, and the two kissed under the covers For a long time, he was very satisfied.

After the holiday ended, Gu Xichen was sent back to school by his family.The three days of captivity did not kill his fighting spirit, and he even reflected on his lack of ability:

"I don't think it's enough just the two of us."

On Saturday night, Jiang Xing took a few familiar friends to sing K, and it was Bu Qingsheng who had made an appointment in advance.Ye Zixuan, the king of listening to and recognizing music, is holding Limai and Lu Tianyao to sing a duet. Gu Xishen poked his head and discussed with Jiang Xing in distress: "Actually, I think people need to focus on one thing to do it." Best, I want to focus on practicing my singing skills, so I think the composing task should be done by someone else..."

The box was dimly lit, Jiang Xing was sitting in the corner, he couldn't bear it long ago and quietly held Fu Chengfeng's hand, he squinted at Gu Xichen: If you can't write, just talk about it, you scum.

"Okay, if there is someone suitable, he can be recruited into the group, but don't count on me and my classmates, they are all busy studying hard and making progress every day."

Jiang Xing didn't bother to think about it right now, but he finally invited Fu Chengfeng out, and he had to sing a song with him no matter what.He had previously secretly bribed the two who were screaming, and asked them to help him boo, and asked Fu Shen to come on stage and order a song, but now these two have obviously forgotten me.

He had no choice but to pinch Fu Chengfeng's palm: "Hey, let's go over and sing a song together!"

"...It's good to hear them sing."

"But I want to sing too."

"You go."

Fu Chengfeng knew that Jiang Xing didn't like "showing his face", but this time he wanted to show off on stage together: "Can't it be my birthday present?"

"...You have used this reason no less than ten times..."

Although helpless, Fu Chengfeng and Jiang Xing ordered "The Sound of the Waves Are Still" together. They don't like to listen to the songs of the older generation at this age, but some classic songs are somewhat familiar.

Jiang Xing sang wah wah wah for thousands of miles, and everyone sitting here couldn't help paying more respect to God Fu who has always "hidden his good singing voice": how much endurance and singing skills are needed to be able to wait for the magic voice Down with a tune...

Bai Yu came in the middle of Jiang Xing's singing, and sat down between Lu Tian and Ye Zixuan calmly to let the magic sound enter his ears. The more he looked at Jiang Xing, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he turned to Lu Tian and said, "Don't you think the two of them are weird?" ?”

"What's weird?"

"Eyes."

Lu Tian glanced at Jiang Xing, the guy was staring at Fu Chengfeng affectionately, and the latter was also looking at him tenderly, he was obedient, this guy was too sensitive, but he just said: "Jiang Xing was just laughed at by us It's embarrassing to go out of tune."

Bai Yu gave him a strange look, pondered for a while, then nodded as if realizing something, then straightened her back, raised her chin, and focused on listening to the song.

In mid-May, many people had already put on undershirts, and the temperature in the air seemed to have heated up the topic of liberal arts and science.

Jiang Xing's family has no objections. There are key classes in arts and sciences, and he will be arranged in time.Jiang Xing himself didn't think about anything, he just mentioned it to Fu Chengfeng a little bit, and he was sure that he would hang out with Liu Haizhou together.

He and Gu Xichen would still think about music while Gu Xichen's father was on a business trip.Maybe Gu Xichen has been influenced by classical music since he was a child, so he can't find a feeling for popular music, and the writing of songs has been stagnant for a long time.

Until the beginning of June, Gu Xichen listened to a song for Jiang Xing. The audio was very rough and the noise was heavy. The hoarse voices of the teenagers who sang in it were in the period of voice change, but the song was surprisingly good—"This is me What do you think of a song written by a friend in junior high school?"

The composer of this song was met by Gu Xichen when he was learning the piano at the art center, but the two were not familiar with each other. I only remember that this Yu Baorong liked to stand on the stairs holding a guitar and sing. He leaned over and chatted a few times Second-rate.Later, after his father found him a one-on-one teacher, he never met again.

It was also a blessing in disguise, just when he was about to be stumped by his talent in composing, he ran into Yu Baorong who was working part-time in a restaurant.

Gu Xishen turned his head, and immediately threw away the noble morals of being a contemporary artist, revealing the ugly face of the bourgeois rich second generation, so that when Jiang Xing met the other party a few days later, he still felt guilty——

"How much is a few musical instruments worth? It's too unkind for you to force people to form a team with us..."

"It's not musical instruments that are valuable, but time. Do you understand? I don't think you really love music. Anyone who really loves knows the value of time. Eileen Chang once said that you need to be famous as soon as possible. How many lives do you have..."

Gu Xichen walked under the shade of the tree with his head in his arms, and his words were a little more serious, "He was delayed for a year in high school, how many inspirations should have died in the womb, and even the music world may have lost several masterpieces. Not to mention the decline in singing skills and musical instruments. Don’t you look at how hard I am. I have to practice piano and piano every day. Isn’t it just to maintain and improve my state? The face is a little empty..."

"It's not like you, you don't worry about anything, and your family doesn't care about you. His family's situation is different from mine. My parents think it's not serious for me to play the violin and go to sing pop songs, but his family thinks playing music It's too imaginary and unreliable, but he likes it himself. He was often beaten in junior high school, but he secretly explored and studied it by himself. Until the end of last year, his father smashed his little fortune. Now he does it occasionally in bars. Let me save someone and touch the electronic organ..."

Jiang Xing thinks I'm also worried, I'm worried about "moving out of the dormitory", "puppy love with a man", "not learning from a school bully to play music" and a series of things that can make his father fly into a rage Announced to the world, Dong Chuang's incident, at that time, his father's head might have been beaten in a daze.

When I was approaching the flower garden on the west side of the school, I saw a man squatting by the bushes outside the flower garden, holding a dog's tail grass and drawing on the ground.Approaching, the man heard the sound and stood up.

Yu Baorong has tough facial features, not handsome, but a pair of deep eyes make him look very attractive. At this moment, he has a cigarette in his mouth, which is not lit.However, in contrast, he was wearing a neat school uniform, which was very different from Jiang Xing's expectation of the person who went to the subway to become a homeless singer in elementary school.

When he saw Jiang Xing and Gu Xichen, he didn't say hello warmly, but his voice was low and sweet, a little hoarse than Fu Chengfeng's, and it sounded like a good song.

Jiang Xing didn't care, especially after listening to some of Yu Baorong's other songs, he knew that this kind of talent was the composer of their band, and he respected him even more, but just like Fu Chengfeng said, "The lyrics are also very important", he He also had some confidence, so he stepped forward, pretending to be an expert, and stretched out his hand: "Hi, I'm Jiang Xing, and I'm the lyrics writer in the team. I hope to have a happy cooperation in the future."

Yu Baorong stretched out his hand to shake it, nodded, and ignored Jiang Xing, but said to Gu Xishen: "I forgot to tell you, there are two buddies who teamed up with me before and will come with me. "

Jiang Xing was stunned when he heard it, and he didn't understand anything. Gu Xichen over there had already nodded his head, "Okay, okay, no problem, I'm the only one on our side who can play the guitar, and he doesn't know much about anything other than a nice voice. , I was worried that it would be too monotonous, and it would be nice to have other people."

"Let me take you to the music classroom I borrowed first, and you can go there directly when you come over later..."

Jiang Xing, who didn't know how to fart, pulled the dog's tail grass on the ground and followed, and said in his heart that he must work hard to get stronger and hit you in the face.This Gu Xichen, half a month ago, was still a bear, and he sighed and said he couldn't write, but now he has found reinforcements and changed himself, so he is arrogant.