casual and fun

Who is Mu Xiangfei?

After coming out of the teaching building named "Shuangxin" and nicknamed "Xiyang", Yang Sile has been thinking about this problem.

Turning around, he had to ask his deskmate to point out to him which hero Mu Xiangfei was in the class. From his memory, it was not normal for him to have no impression of this name at all.

He has just transferred back from an ordinary high school in Beijing for two days, and he is familiar with the names of the students in the class, but at present, there are only three roommates who are at the same table with their names and faces, and they have helped him receive textbooks and school uniforms. committee member.

He looked down at the name tag pinned to the left side of his shirt. The first row was his name, and the second row was engraved with "Department of Folk Music Performance - Class 3 Student Number: 20180203599X", X stands for "borrowing" and 599 stands for him. He is student No. 590 and No. [-] of the Department of Folk Music Performance.

There is no X behind Shi Nian's student number. He glanced at it from the corner of his eye just now, and he remembers it clearly. It is 20180101002, which seems to be the No.2 of the entrance examination that year.

The full name of Qingjiang Yinzhong is "Qingjiang Music and Art Senior High School". The two major pillars are the performance department and the composition department. In addition, there are vocal music, broadcasting host, and dance performance majors, but there are very few people who accept them. The three majors add up to a student number of at most seven hundred.

There have been stars, performers, composers, and supermodels here. It is the largest and most famous secondary art school in the southwest region. The pressure of competition is no less than that of ordinary full-time key high schools. The students are basically aimed at I went to higher art institutions at home and abroad.

In the entrance examination at the end of autumn, Yang Sile's performance scores were mediocre, only the sight-reading score was relatively good, but the total score was placed among the existing students in Yinzhong, and it was at most in the middle and lower reaches.The bonus point for the judges and teachers to make a decision is that during the interview review, he unexpectedly filled up the "hobbies and specialties" column in the resume——

Drums, penbeat, guitar, bass, harmonica, flute, kazoo, thumb piano, keyboard, composing, arranging, mixing, English, a little Japanese, repairing water heaters, repairing mobile phones, making music boxes, kneading clay figures, sewing , can pronounce big tongue sound and small tongue sound, can roll cotton candy, can make 36 kinds of western-style bread, can refine gold in chips, can recognize about forty out of 88 constellations, and can fold out two Only jumping frogs, can recite pi to 4 decimal places, and can skillfully play etudes of Czerny 299 and above with a whistle...

"No, student Yang, the one in the front is somehow related to 'music art', and the one in the back is probably not even a specialty?" A judge sitting on the far right raised his eyebrows.

"That's not necessarily the case, Mr. Liu, there are not many children who know how to repair water heaters, why is it not a specialty?" A female judge sitting on the far left laughed.

The main commenter in the middle also laughed: "Interesting."

He picked up the resume and looked at it, then looked at Yang Sile: "But, little classmate, can you explain to me, an old man, what is penbeat?"

Yang Sile was very nervous, and leaned forward slightly: "I think it's a kind of percussion music, and it can be done with only two pens."

The chief judge picked up the two pens on the table and handed them forward: "Come on, show me?"

Yang Sile put the bamboo flute back into the box, walked from the center of the examination room to the desk, removed the paper, and made a space for it. At the beginning, with bright eyes, he asked the judge who was facing him: "Teacher, can you hear which song I am typing?"

"You came up with a question for me." The chief judge listened for a while and shook his head. "This way of playing is too dry. There is only rhythm but no melody. What can you hear?"

"It's an excerpt from New Song of Herdsmen."

Yang Sile cleverly stroked the paper next to him with the tip of his pen, imitating the neighing of the horse in the original song.The main commentator hummed the melody in his mind and listened carefully, it really was that rhythm.

"Interesting." He repeated with a smile, "It's interesting to play traditional songs like this."

"The sight-reading score is quite high." The female judge emphasized.

"How long have you been studying?" the judges who had never made a sound asked suddenly.

Yang Sile reckoned that he was not safe, so after a little hesitation, he decided to take a shortcut: "If you study hard, it will take nine years. If you practice casually, it should be 17 years."

"You started practicing from the womb?" The judge was a little disdainful, "Is it because I started to study seriously?"

"The reason for repeating the grade was because I transferred to Beijing, and I couldn't keep up with the progress... When I was still crawling around on the ground, my dad let me play with his flute, and when I was older, he kept letting me play it. try."

"Your father is also engaged in this industry? Playing the bamboo flute?"

"Ah."

"Can I ask your father's name? This circle is so big, maybe we all know each other."

Yang Sile tentatively said: "My dad's name is Yang Liu, the 'Liu' that is a homonym for 'Yang Liu'."

"...Yang Liu." The judges looked at his face in surprise, "Speaking of which, it really looks like..."

Yang Sile lowered his head and smiled sheepishly: "No, my dad is much more handsome than me."

"Your father...how is he now?" The chief judge pushed his glasses and asked cautiously.

Yang Sile smiled calmly: "It's still the same. Thank you teacher for your concern."

The main commentator sighed: "It should be. That year, an international forum happened to be held in the UK, and I went to see his performance live. I didn't expect such an accident to happen later. I can only say that God is jealous of talents."

He put the cap on his pen and concluded, "You look like your father when he was young, so study hard."

Having said all that, the result is obvious.

With the longest interview time, he got the last one of the only three admission places.The female judge who had been speaking for him at that time was his current head teacher, Mr. Xue.

When the final admission list was announced, he happily made a video call to his grandparents and talked to his father who stayed in Beijing for more than half an hour, thanking him for his great efforts in his entrance examination.

But he was the one who kept talking, after all, his father couldn't open his mouth either.

Cen Wanping saw that he didn't get any response, but her interest was still not diminished by half. She was sad and funny at the same time, and quickly dissuaded her: "Don't talk about it, you will tell grandma's phone that it's dead."

"Grandma——" Yang Sile heard the words, and shouted at the phone screen, "Charging——"

Waiting for the old man to follow the sound, copy the spatula into the house and plug in the charging cable for the mobile phone, he talked brazenly for another 10 minutes.From moving back to Qingjiang, how to tidy up the new house, to how he picked up an empty baby bottle that was broken down to half of it by the trash can downstairs two days ago, how he took it home and transformed it into the current lampshade, big and small , After talking about everything in detail, I was willing to hang up the phone.

Finally he said: "Dad, when school starts, I will ask my mother to find a way to contact Uncle Shi, and then I will invite Nian Lian to play at home. You haven't seen him in seven years, he must be very different now, no Do you know if hyperactivity has been cured?"

What he didn't say at the time was that I hadn't seen him for five years, and I was a little nervous just thinking about it.

shit.

Shi Nian didn't seem to care about him at all, and he probably forgot all about his childhood.Why bother to put a hot face on a cold ass|butt to forcefully recount this old story, that's so boring, who doesn't have a temper?

The more Yang Sile thought about it, the more angry he was, he pulled the stool and sat down on the seat, frowned and asked his deskmate: "Chen Nan, who is Mu Xiangfei?"

Chen Nan was writing silently without raising her head: "The one who didn't come to school."

Yang Sile was stunned: "Didn't you come to school?"

Chen Nan turned around and pointed to the empty seat behind him with his chin: "It's just him, he hasn't come for two days."

Yang Sile didn't expect that the back seat, which had been vacant for two days, belonged to Mou Xiangfei, and he was a little dazed: "Is he really chasing after Shi Nian from the string music class?"

Chen Nan's mind was still full of music scores, and he asked casually, "Who is chasing whom?"

"Mu Xiangfei chased after Shi Nian."

"Maybe."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Nan suddenly raised her head to look at him, and suddenly screamed: "What?! Who are you talking about chasing whom?!"

The whole class looked over, Chen Nan turned around and smiled at the big guy shyly, indicating that it was okay, then turned around and approached Yang Sile, and asked in a low voice, "You said Brother Xiang is chasing Shi Nian?"

He threw the pen, made a gesture of playing the cello with his bare hands in front of his belly, and confirmed: "The Shi Nian who plays the cello in the opposite building? The male Shi Nian?"

Yang Sile didn't understand why he was so surprised: "Well, Shi Nian is the teacher of the first class of string music in the opposite building, and the chief cellist of the school orchestra. You told me this after the court meeting."

"I know! But why does Brother Xiang chase people?! Brother Xiang is like this!" Chen Nan frowned fiercely, "This way!" He crossed his hands again, "It's still like this!" After rolling his eyes, he finally returned to normal , "How could it be possible to chase someone! It's better to chase a man who is even older than him!"

Yang Sile thought for a while, and answered seriously: "Maybe it's because Shi Nian is good-looking? You can't lose to a girl with long hair?"

Chen Nan shook her head: "Student, wake up, you are also good-looking and fresher than Shi Nian, but Brother Xiang can't possibly chase you."

He sighed: "Forget it, when you see Brother Xiang, get along with him for a long time... No! 10 minutes! You'll understand after spending 10 minutes with him, he can't take the initiative to chase someone, I won't lie to you. "

Yang Sile suddenly felt a little funny: "Are you only surprised that Brother Xiang will chase after boys, but aren't you surprised that Shi Nian will be chased by boys?"

Chen Nan looked back at the sheet music spread out on the desk, and said with a half-smile: "There's no surprise, he's gay."

Yang Sile continued to smile, and asked calmly, "Is he?"

Chen Nan was also calm: "He is. He likes Xie Chen, everyone knows."

"Who is Xie Chen?"

"The head of the composition department, the first in the grade, the rich second generation."

Hearing this, Yang Sile belatedly realized that five years can really change a lot of things. For example, Shi Nian, who used to be so close to him that he wanted to move to Beijing with him, doesn't remember him at all. For example, Shi Nian has grown up to There will be the age of the person you like, for example, the person Shi Nian likes is a boy.

The suffocation dissipated, and he felt a little depressed suddenly, unable to laugh anymore.

"Did he say it himself? He likes Xie Chen."

"Not so much."

"Then how do you know he likes Xie Chen?"

The tip of the pen Chen Nan held froze, and there was a strange silence between the two of them for a moment.

"Er... the child has no mother, it's a long story."

"You just transferred here. I'm not sure. It's like this. There is a tree hole in our school called 'There is no news in the sound'. It is an independent webpage for everyone to brag about."

"Xie Chen stayed in school this winter vacation, and didn't go home. There was a classmate who stayed in school—probably a rotten girl, so I posted a post saying that I always saw Shi Nian returning to school to give Xie Chen things. There must be something wrong."

Chen Nan paused: "In the beginning, it seemed that some girls who liked to make up for this kind of male and male CP responded to a few posts, and everyone didn't take it seriously, just brushed it and passed it. It turned out that it was almost New Year's Eve , an anonymous post was suddenly brushed into the hot zone."

Yang Sile guessed what was going to happen next: "What did you film?"

Chen Nan nodded: "Yes. For Chinese New Year, Xie Chen is from this city, so he must go home for a New Year's Eve dinner, right? Shi Nian probably didn't say hello in advance when he came back, and he put his things in the security room if he didn't see anyone, it should be I asked him to pick it up when he returned to school. When the person who posted the post went to the security room to pick up the things from home, he accidentally picked up the wrong box, and accidentally saw the postcard he had stuck in the book."

Yang Sile's heart sank: "Confession letter?"

"I've seen the picture, just to wish Xie Shen a happy new year, and I hope to have the opportunity to play a song he wrote or something. The point is, someone who posted said that the set of songs that Shi Nian said he wanted to play is The final homework assigned by Xie Chen's class teacher stipulates emotional color."

Chen Nan winked at him: "It has to be romantic, you know! It has to be emotional, you know! Then Xie Chen had already decided on the genre and theme at that time, and he wanted to write a march, the kind of falling in love with dry|firewood|fire, you know! "

Yang Sile understood: "So, Shi Nian... was forced to come out?"

"Forget it. But he is also very free and easy. He registered an account by himself the next day, went up and replied to the post, asking everyone if you finished your final homework and did you practice the piano today, so you have time to care about my life's major events. "

"Anyone who is not afraid of death asked again, did Chief Shi finish his final homework? Did you practice today's piano? Have you decided on your life's event?"

"How did he come back?"

"It's done. Practiced. He hasn't agreed yet."

"..." Yang Sile was speechless.

"Hehe." Chen Nan smiled wryly, "Why is it so easy for Xue Shen to say that his confession was rejected? I slowly shed tears that belong to mortals."

Yang Sile didn't think it was so easy, but it seemed like he was putting all his eggs in one basket, as if he had a mentality of "since it's all been photographed, then tear through the last layer of window paper, if you like it, just pull it down if you don't like it".

Shi Nian has been like this since he was a child. He is very stubborn. He was wronged by a certain teacher. He didn't even like to listen to that class, and he didn't like to do his homework. He had to wait for the teacher to apologize to him before continuing to study; After AD, he took medicine to supplement zinc and selenium in order not to get injections. Zeng Zhenzhen said: "Anyway, it's like this, so I don't want to have the dream before. My new dream is to be an athlete! Move around every day!"

Although this story sounds funny and tragic, Yang Sile still found some comfort from it inappropriately: at least in addition to his appearance, he can finally see a little bit of the appearance of his former playmate from the current Chief Shi.

Even if the resemblance is too small to be worth mentioning.

"By the way, why do you care so much about Shi Nian and Brother Xiang?" Chen Nan remembered to ask this question after finishing the gossip.

Yang Sile replied pretending to be meaningless: "I'm just curious about what kind of person can be the chief in freshman year of high school."

Chen Nan clenched his fist and thumped the desk: "Damn it, it's not human at all!"

When the class break ended and the class bell rang, Yang Sile looked towards the front of the classroom and said with a smile, "Well, it's a fairy."

Chen Nan let go, and said casually: "I thought you knew the gods, you used to be classmates or something."

Yang Sile took out his gold-rimmed glasses from the glasses case and put them on, denying them categorically: "I don't know them, I just heard about them for the first time when school started yesterday."

The teacher of the cultural class walked into the classroom with the lesson plan in his arms. Chen Nan quietly poked his elbow with his elbow: "Hey, what's your impression of him?"

"Very good, indeed like a chief."

Just not like every year.They have all grown up.

The author says:

Note: Brother Xie Chen is back. He has appeared in "Moving Chess and Watching Guns".Thanks for reading and comments are welcome.