casual and fun

During the summer vacation, there are many youth art competitions. Not long after the end of the third year of high school, the school’s [-] rehearsal rooms were gradually occupied by folk bands, dance teams, symphony orchestras, and choirs. It was as lively as it was before the final exam.

It's just that everyone starts rehearsing later than usual for school, and the time to finish work is a little earlier than the time for late self-study and get out of class. You can sleep in for a while in the morning, and you can have a skewer before going home at night.

Shi Nian neither sleeps in nor likes to play strings. He rushes between these strange faces every day, drags the cello to and from school alone, swipes his card to eat in the cafeteria, and goes to Qinfang Street to practice piano alone. He feels lonely for a long time.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

It's all Yang Sile's fault for insisting on eating together, and even going for a walk to digest food after eating.It's all right now, he doesn't feel as good eating alone as before.

Chick Cub whimpered.

Yang Sile, who invited Xie Chen to come home to discuss the composition, heard the "buzzing" sound of the vibration, immediately put down the pen and paper, picked up the mobile phone placed in the corner of the desk: "Wait a minute, I will reply to a message."

Niannian: [animated expression]

His hunch was right.

"Little tit tilts its head.gif." Yang Sile typed back, "What's the matter? Are you done rehearsing?"

Shi Nian didn't seem to see this one, and continued to talk about himself: "I haven't seen you post this emoji before."

"It's Shi Nian?" Xie Chen raised his wrist and looked at the time, "Shouldn't he be rehearsing at school at this point?"

Yang Sile never took his eyes off the phone: "I don't know, he seems to be in a bad mood."

While answering, he sent Shi Nian several chubby, fluffy tits to make him happy: "It's cute, I got a new one last night."

Shi Nian replied after a while: "The little tit yawns."

Yang Sile: "Sleepy?"

Chickling dives.

Shi Nian: "This little fat bird is okay, cuter than a chicken."

After finishing speaking, he reissued a "little tit sleepiness".

This one shows two chubby little white tits dozing off next to each other, one of them suddenly fell on top of the other, waking it up, but it was sleeping soundly.

Yang Sile: "Like the new and dislike the old, the chick is angry."

Xie Chen didn't mean to peep at the two of them chatting, he and Yang Sile were sitting so close, and Yang Sile didn't seem to mind, so he had no defense against him, and he unconsciously watched all the conversations between the two of them .

A bunch of white stickers that couldn't tell if they were chickens or birds were similar to the one that Yang Sile was keen to post in the band group recently... It's hard to imagine that this is a dialogue between two boys who are going to be sophomores in high school.

"How do you know that Shi Nian is in a bad mood? I think he is in a good mood."

Shi Nian finished the intermission and couldn't continue chatting. Yang Sile said goodbye to him, turned off his phone and threw it back to the corner. His expression was not as happy as he showed online.

"If it wasn't for a bad mood or something important, he wouldn't take the initiative to find me."

Xie Chen pondered for a while and asked, "Aren't you dating?"

Yang Sile was deeply surprised, and asked strangely, "Ah? Why do you think so?"

"It can be seen that...you like him very much." This is almost equivalent to showing that there is no conclusive evidence, Xie Chen decided to expose the witnesses, "Lin Li and Chen Nan also think so."

Yang Sile laughed: "You guys are so nonsense. I like Shi Nian, but isn't it obvious that I stand with him as a brother and younger brother? Isn't it normal for a brother to like a younger brother? Xie Chen, you are the one." His ideal type."

Xie Chen denied: "I'm not. He just thinks I'm more like him, and appreciates me."

Yang Sile asked curiously: "Did he say that himself?"

Xie Chen nodded: "He acquiesced."

Yang Sile: "Oh...that's it."

Xie Chen chatted to death again.

The two were miraculously silent towards the lyrics book, Xie Chen had questions in his heart, and felt uncomfortable everywhere.

He put a repeat mark next to the chorus lyrics, and asked casually: "Then why did you reconcile? Did he recognize you?"

Yang Sile added "piano or cello accompaniment" at the end of the lyrics, nodded and said, "No. I wanted to be nice to him, so I reconciled with him."

Xie Chen ticked off "Piano": "Why do you want to be nice to him?"

Yang Sile crossed off his check, and ticked "Cello" himself: "Because I am his older brother and he is my younger brother, I have the ability to treat him well, and he deserves it."

If Lin Li was present, he would definitely be able to point out the loophole in this sentence in an instant.It's a pity she's not here.Xie Chen heard something was wrong, but it was like making a "childhood sweetheart" joke, unable to find the correct answer on the spot.

Yang Sile saw that he was still stuck on this issue, with a look of doubt on his face, so he simply opened up and explained: "Xie Chen, we didn't have any conflicts, and I never felt that it was asking for trouble. He has someone who is closer. Friends, isn't it good that I have you all?"

Xie Chen: "Then why are you unhappy?"

Yang Sile didn't expect him to think like this: "I'm not unhappy!"

"Ok?"

"...I'm just a little worried."

"worry about what?"

"Worried about him being bullied by others at school."

Xie Chen was speechless. It turned out that he should worry about the worries of the year first, and enjoy the joy of the year later. Fortunately, he pondered for a long time how to persuade Yang Sile to control his feelings, not to give away his sincerity.

As soon as Yang Sile mentioned Shi Nian, he started chattering: "You don't know if you don't go to the school intranet. The end-of-term performance is quite a big deal. I'm afraid he will be scolded by the orchestra teacher and ridiculed by other musicians. It's not easy to talk about this kind of thing." , It’s normal for him not to tell me, I’m afraid he’ll even hide it from his close friends, alas.”

Seriously worried.Totally hopeless.

Xie Chen listened patiently, drew a big cross on the "cello", and said indifferently: "Just use the piano, if I can't find a keyboard player, I will do it myself."

Yang Sile said in a daze, "Oh... I didn't say I wouldn't let you come, why are you looking so fierce..."

Xie Chen: "I'm afraid that you, captain, will become a love brain and lose your basic ability to judge."

Yang Sile was not ashamed: "Eh? Your vocabulary has been updated again!"

Xie Chen gritted his teeth: "I was forced by you."

Although Yang Sile opened his mouth to give Shi Nian and shut his mouth to Shi Nian, he didn't miss a single thing that should be done.

He and Xie Chen saved a total of eight songs in the past half a year, listened to them all afternoon, changed them all afternoon, removed the three songs that neither of them were satisfied with, and had already prepared a demo song, and the remaining four songs were urgently needed. Rescue and mend.

Yang Sile never waits, he believes that inspiration is one of the necessary conditions to create a masterpiece, but he did not start writing songs for the sake of creating a masterpiece that everyone praises and will last forever, he is purely to counteract the impulse and maintain calm , in order to live a life of change.

Therefore, even after Xie Chen left today, he still had no inspiration to visit, so he still sat in front of the computer and kept checking the sound.

Repeatedly dictating the melody, dragging the track in the project file to try new combinations, changing the drumbeat to drive emotions, but the inspiration has been slow to come.

Yang Sile took a deep breath, and decided to save his schedule and cook dinner for Cen Wanping who hadn't finished get off work yet.

Click "Save", and the lower right corner of the software starts to circle, and he waits while tidying up the desk.

从1%到98%只花了两秒钟，从98%到99%却足足花了3分钟，他等100%等了半天，“保存成功”的提示始终不出现。

I clicked the mouse a few times impatiently, good guy, the software just crashed for him!

Yang Sile put down his notebook, holding a bad breath in his chest and couldn't get it out.He opened the file with a fluke mentality, and there were no traces of his debugging in the last hour, and the rare good ideas were all gone.

In vain today.

What a blow.

When Cen Wanping came back from get off work, she opened the door and saw Yang Sile with an expression uglier than crying.

"Yangyang?"

She threw away her handbag and high heels, rushed to the dining table and held Yang Sile's face distressedly: "What's the matter, what's the matter, are you feeling unwell? Or something happened?"

Yang Sile was forced to look up, but didn't look at her. He groped to straighten his chopsticks, and then said in a low voice, "No, I just miss my dad."

Hearing this, Cen Wanping let go of her hands in a daze, without saying a word, she slowly sat down while leaning on the corner of the table.

Yang Sile had long expected that what he said would make his mother sad, but he really missed Yang Liu so much, he thought that he must let Cen Wanping know and let Cen Wanping share this hopeless miss.

Feeling ashamed of his waywardness, he picked up his chopsticks and forced a smile: "Mom, let's eat. I made an appointment with Niannian to go for a walk across the river in the evening."

Cen Wanping's expression has returned to calm.She realized that she was far less shocked and self-sorrowful than she was a few years ago.Over the past five years, she has gotten used to accepting and learned to be tolerant.They all learned from Yang Sile.

Yang Sile learned it from his father Yang Liu.

As long as anyone who knew Yang Liu did not praise him.He is good-natured, patient, and approachable. He is engaged in art work but does not show off his talents. He can get along well with younger generations. He is always the first to sign up for condolence performances in the countryside.

So Yang Sile's nickname is "Yangyang" instead of "Lele", which is exactly the meaning of Yang Liu's name.

How could Cen Wanping not understand her son's sudden complaint.As the dinner drew to a close, she finally asked, "Yangyang, have you encountered difficulties in your studies? Or is the band not going well? Mom doesn't know music, so at least I can ask your father's acquaintances for you."

When Yang Sile was full, he put down the chopsticks before her, and then folded his hands to watch her eat.

"It's actually a trivial matter." He paused, and said more plainly than before, "It's just that I can't write a tune."

Cen Wanping couldn't eat anymore, so she also put down the bowls and chopsticks: "Do you have to write it in these few days?"

"That's what I planned," Yang Sile said with a wry smile. "I'm afraid it's hopeless now. After school starts, our lead singer will be in the third grade, and we don't have much time to rehearse, and the venue may be rented out to others... The plan can't keep up with the changes."

Cen Wanping: "You are the only one in the band to compose music?"

Yang Sile shook his head: "There's also Xie Chen. But I can't let him gather the size for a live in such a short period of time."

Cen Wanping figured out the crux of the problem and gave him advice: "Haste makes waste, just write it slowly and write it well. No matter how many changes after school starts, as long as the song is good enough, everyone will keep this in mind and want to achieve this goal. , it doesn’t matter if there is time or venue. What do you think?”

Yang Sile didn't understand this truth.He recovered his smile, took off his apron and got up from the table: "Well, thank you, Mom."

But he just can't write well, can't write well.

"Tonight, I've worked hard for my mother to wash the dishes." He walked around behind Cen Wanping, and squeezed her shoulder obediently. "Shi Nian and I have an appointment to take the ropeway, and we're almost late."

Cen Wanping readily agreed: "Go, be careful."

She didn't realize until Yang Sile went out the door—huh?Yang Yang met Shi Nian? !How could she not know when it happened!

The more you went back, the more something was wrong. On the one hand, Cen Wanping was worried that Yang Sile would lie and say to go to Shi Nian, but in reality she hid in a dark corner alone to get angry with herself.On the other hand, if Yang Sile hadn't lied, she was even more worried that Shi Nian would not be able to solve Yang Sile's problems, but would make Yang Sile unable to say anything because of his brother's face.

After thinking about it, it's safest to talk to Shi Niantong first.

She scribbled to wash the dishes and wiped her hands, went back to the bedroom, and found the paper address book several years ago from the drawer of the dresser. Phone number.

At dinner time, it would be inappropriate to call either party alone, so she sat in front of the mirror and dialed the landline first.

The operator reminds her that the number is empty.

She dialed Fu Yi's cell phone number again.

Unable to connect.

In desperation, she finally had to call Shi Zhengguo who had met much less often.

The reminder sounded for a while, and when Cen Wanping thought they were out with the whole family and didn't hear the call notification, Shi Zhengguo answered the phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

Cen Wanping was very nervous. This was the first time in five years that she took the initiative to try to reconnect with someone she had lost contact with.

Shi Zhengguo lay on the sofa and finished yawning. Before he could answer, he asked angrily, "Is yawning nice? You need to collect money. You transfer the money first, and we will talk about what you want to sell..."

"Hello..." Cen Wanping couldn't understand what he was saying, "I'm Yang Sile's mother, Cen Wanping. Are you Shi Nian's father?"

Shi Zhengguo didn't feel sleepy at all, his eyes popped up wide open, and he almost rolled on the ground: "Sorry, sorry! I thought it was a scam! Hey, hey, this misunderstanding..."

Cen Wanping breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought I made a mistake."

"No mistake, no mistake, my mobile phone number has not changed. These days, I dare not change my mobile phone number even if I change my name or surname."

Shi Zhengguo looked left and right, looking for cigarettes everywhere.He always wants to smoke.

"Have you moved back from Beijing? Or are you on a business trip to Qingjiang? Where's Lao Yang? Are you awake?"

Cen Wanping heard that he was also nervous, and she couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"Yang Sile and I have moved back. Lao Yang is still awake and still in Beijing. Our parents are taking care of him."

In order to prevent the two of them from getting into a more ridiculous situation, she took the lead in cutting into the topic: "Mr. Shi, I called to ask, is Nian Nian by your side now?"

Shi Zhengguo found a cigarette, but he didn't dare to light it, fearing that the sound of the lighter would be heard and it would be impolite.

"No." He could only pull out a piece of shredded tobacco and chew it to satisfy his craving, "Are you in a hurry to find him? Do you want me to give you his mobile phone number?"

"is it okay?"

"Is there anything wrong with it!" Shi Zhengguo was quite enthusiastic, "Is he a big star or a national leader? What can't you just give me a mobile phone number?"

Cen Wanping didn't remember him being so funny before, but in the blink of an eye in five years, she and Shi Zhengguo seemed to be getting younger and younger.

"Thank you, Mr. Shi, for your trouble. I want to ask him something."