casual and fun

Du Ruohong didn't know that falling in love was not scary. Every night, there were so many couples in the dormitory downstairs who reluctantly bid farewell to each other, and he didn't see who was in dire straits. Everyone was very happy.

Anyway, he must be happier than him, who is struggling with the solo repertoire assessment at the end of the month.

He turned on his phone again, blocked the light on the screen with a quilt, and then searched for a selection experience post on Xiaonei: "Hey, Yang Sile, have you found someone to form a team for the end-of-month assessment?"

"No." Yang Sile tucked his hands into the bed, "It seems to me that other people have their own fixed groups, and it's not good for me to get involved all of a sudden."

"Hey! If you want me to say, this team is really outrageous." Li Linfan, who slept on the opposite bed, smacked his lips, "The school only stipulates a solo and a suite, and there is no requirement for what ensemble or what kind of ensemble must be formed. The multi-voice department, I don’t know what forced him to come up with such a trick from the chrysanthemum, let me pull out the head and blow him up.”

Yang Sile, who had lived in the north for five years, suddenly felt nostalgic when he heard his accent.He turned to look at Li Linfan's bed, and asked, "So you haven't formed a team yet? How about we make a pair?"

"He didn't form a team. He already practiced with the study committee yesterday in the self-study class."

The head of the room, Qu Mi, said good night to his girlfriend, and also got out of bed to join the sleeping meeting.

"Boss Lin, do you want to bully Yang Sile, who is new here and doesn't understand the market, so that he can secretly eliminate a potential opponent?"

Yang Sile pretended to be surprised: "So the water in the sound is so deep? You have been taught, thank you for reminding me, head."

Qu Mi smiled lightly: "You're welcome."

"The situation is forcing me, so I have a solution? It's really easy to get high scores with others." Li Linfan defended himself.

Qu Mi imitated his accent and retorted: "You can pull it down, my own skills are better than anything else."

Du Ruohong raised his hand: "Agree!"

"So you played the entire suite by yourself?" Yang Sile asked.

Qu Mi: "..."

Yang Sile: "...Okay."

"Du Ruohong, how about you?" He got up slightly and asked Du Ruohong who was sleeping next to him.

The moonlight was bright, and Room 206 suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

After a while, Li Linfan choked and said, "Hey, my skill is better than anything else."

Yang Sile choked his throat and raised his hand: "I agree."

"Boom boom boom!"

The life teacher stuck to the glass window in the center of the dormitory door, and used a flashlight to take photos of the four beds one by one: "Why are they arranged so comfortably? Come out and share with me?"

The four immediately held their breaths and kept silent, not daring to move.

After she finished the warning, she turned off the flashlight, and before she left, she didn't forget to add: "I don't sleep in the middle of the night, and I can hear your laughing and joking voices from a long distance down the corridor."

It was the first time for Yang Sile to experience boarding life, and he was quite intimidated by these few words, but the remaining three didn't matter. Guessing that the life teacher had gone away, he muttered about the end-of-month assessment again.

Although everyone in the Department of Folk Music Performance doesn’t really like the mode of forming a team, and thinks that rehearsing with others is troublesome and worrying, but 99.9% of the students will still choose to recruit one or two professional people to form a suite, and then design some small pieces. Tricks, in order to reduce the pressure of his live performance, strive to get a high score, pull the total score to rush to the rankings.

Yang Sile's level is still unknown, and within a few days of joining Yinzhong, he had a transfer student who was criticized by the whole school. No one would take the risk of pulling him into a certain group, and he himself didn't bother to bother. , join the group to cause trouble for others.

Water culture class, memorizing music theory, playing score, solfeggio, fingering practice, grabbing the piano room, there is still no news today in Yinzhong.

The daily repetitive life became more and more boring. Yang Sile fumbled to register a Xiaonei account with his student ID, and posted a post asking if any students would like to design a Rube Goldberg device together.

Recently, he saw a few Rube Goldberg installations built with daily necessities in the background of life on the Internet. It was so cool that he wanted to play it too!

2L: User_37687 Month-end assessment countdown: 7 days

3L: User_37687 Month-end assessment countdown: 158h

4L: Rube Goldberg?Am I ignorant, which performer?

Yang Sile attached a video link to him, and replied: It has nothing to do with the performance... It's a chain reaction device similar to dominoes, are you interested?

4L replied to user_37687: So, why is squeezing a glass of lemon juice so complicated?What's the point?Why don't I go into the kitchen and throw the lemons straight into the juicer?

This post was quickly reposted by several mutual aid posts related to the monthly exam. Since then, Yang Sile understood: the students in Yinzhong pay great attention to grades and efficiency.

Okay, monthly exam.

Come on, efficiency.

Rube Goldberg's plan was postponed indefinitely, and he also joined the test preparation team. After class every day, in addition to practicing the flute, he used penbeat to ponder the new rhythm of two bars. In addition to studying in class, he was observing Mou Xiangfei.

Mu Xiangfei is unusual. The school specially approves day students who don’t need to live on campus. The teacher doesn’t care much about sleeping in cultural classes.

Together with Yang Sile, he should be the last 0.1% of people in Minle Building and Xiyang Building who didn't form a team.

However, after the monthly exam, when the results and ranking came out, he was firmly ranked fifth in the total score and first in professional courses.

Big brother, he hides his secrets, no wonder everyone calls him "Brother Xiang".

Yang Sile looked down the list, Qu Mi was ranked 19th, Li Linfan was 42nd, Du Ruohong was 133rd, Chen Nan was 217th, and he - looked down and down.

Let's do it...

The total score of the whole department is 402nd, and the professional courses are ranked 499th.The folk music performance department has a total of 599 students.

Just one hundredth from the bottom?

After returning home on the weekend, he told Cen Wanping the results of the first assessment after entering school at the dinner table. Cen Wanping raised her eyebrows and asked, "Yangyang, what is the concept of this score in your school?"

Yang Sile picked out the scallions from the belly of the steamed mandarin fish, took the thickest piece of fish in the middle of the belly, and put it into Cen Wanping's bowl. There is a high probability that you will not be able to pass the exam on the concepts of central and upper tones."

Cen Wanping is even more indifferent than him: "If you don't pass the exam, you won't pass the exam. It doesn't matter."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something, raised her head and asked in a serious tone: "Your teacher Xue called me before and told me that you were criticized by the school for climbing a tree privately. Did the classmates bully you because of this?"

"Stop, stop." Yang Sile picked up another chopsticks of potato shreds for his mother, "Mom, who would come to bully me when it's okay, everyone is busy. What's more, your son, I'm naive and simple—"

Cen Wanping chewed the shredded potatoes and nodded.

"Kind."

Cen Wanping nodded.

"cute."

Cen Wanping nodded.

"Helpful."

Cen Wanping continued to nod.

Yang Sile smoothed and loosened her nervous nerves before concluding: "Look, as long as I don't take the initiative to provoke others, who will be full enough to bully me?"

Except for Mu Xiangfei.

"The classmates in the new school are all very nice. I get along well with my roommates and my deskmates. Everyone takes good care of me."

Except for Shi Nian, ha, ha.

"That's good." Cen Wanping only had the last bit of worry, "Anyway, if you encounter something at school, you must come back and tell me. If it's not convenient to tell me, you can also talk to a trusted friend. Don't hold back. .”

She did not know how many times she emphasized: "Yangyang, no one can say for sure about 'fate', no one knows if today will be the last day of your life, you should seize the time to do what you want to do, become what you want It’s good to be a good person, ranking really doesn’t matter, you know?”

It is true that she had hoped for Yang Sile in the past, hoping that he could inherit her husband's career and have some accomplishments in music.Or, with a job as stable as his own and a good income, he can find a wife who can be with him for life and build a happy family together.

But since Yang Liu's incident, she has completely changed her thinking about being a mother and dealing with personnel affairs.In recent years, she has been teaching her son: the most important thing in life is to find fun.

So Yang Sile, who is used to being hot for 3 minutes, always wants to buy something to play with on the spur of the moment, so he coyly asks her to "borrow" money, and she always gives it generously after asking, never asking him to What results have to be played.

Maybe having fun is the best result, but it is selectively ignored by most people.

The two chatted about the trivial matters after returning to Qingjiang. After dinner, Cen Wanping put her long hair up again, changed back into a shirt, hip skirt and windbreaker, and took the car keys to get ready to go out.

She put on her high-heeled boots by the door frame of the kitchen, and said to Yang Sile who was washing dishes in front of the sink: "Yangyang, I received two packages while I was cooking, and I signed for you before you got home. Now, it seems to be some equipment you bought online. The box is in your practice room, remember to take it apart and see if there is any problem.”

"Oh, it should be that the sound card and microphone have arrived." Yang Sile turned to see that she had changed into an outfit for running errands, and asked, "Mom, where are you going?"

"After the Spring Festival, there are a lot of replenishment positions and a lot of things. I have to go back to the company to work overtime."

Cen Wanping put on her shoes and put on her bag. Looking up, she saw her son wearing a pink plaid apron and yellow plastic gloves washing the dishes. For some reason, she suddenly felt a burst of happiness.

She paused for a few seconds, walked into the kitchen on high heels, and kissed Yang Sile's cheek unexpectedly.

"It's great to have you, Mom, thank you Yangyang, keep working hard at school! I'm working overtime, call me if you need something, and remember to check the doors and windows before going to bed."

Yang Sile was slapped for no reason, trembling all over in shock, and inadvertently threw the dish he had just cleaned back into the pool full of foam and oil.

He picked it up resignedly, rinsed it again, and did not forget to turn his head and shout to Cen Wanping's back: "Mom! Next time I want to peck someone, let me say hello in advance, I will peck for you after washing the incense!"

Cen Wanping opened the door and raised her voice to respond: "There will be no next time! Remember that you should cook tomorrow, I'm leaving!"

With the door closed, Yang Sile continued to wash the dishes, and gradually figured out why Cen Wanping's sudden sensibility was happening amidst the gentle sound of water, and secretly laughed unconsciously.

It was probably the right decision to move back to Qingjiang according to grandma's advice.

He loves Qingjiang!

After tidying up the kitchen, the news broadcast has just finished, and I can still practice drums for two or three hours.Yang Sile went into his exclusive practice room with his schoolbag on his back, and began to practice double stepping at 200bpm.Each segment is 5 minutes, take a rest for 1 minute, rub your legs and arms, reduce the speed after ten sets, return to 90bpm, and then practice stability and control.

He has persisted in this kind of skill practice since the end of last year, from Beijing to Qingjiang.

At first, the rhythm was unstable, the strong and weak beats were sticky and blurred, and he even got calf cramps because of too many repetitive mechanical movements.what to do?

He gritted his teeth and became cruel, and went downstairs to run laps every morning to improve his physical strength and endurance.

In November in Beijing, it was four or five degrees in the morning at most. He wore a mask and ran in the community for a month against the cold wind. His proficiency in double pedaling only took a small step forward, but his weight dropped. I lost six pounds, and my biceps and thighs are both showing.

However, even if the progress is not particularly obvious, it is not difficult to persuade them to quit after leaving the novice village with double steps.

Let it be monthly exams and final exams, moving house endlessly, Yang Sile is still unshakable and practices two hours a day. Before the start of this semester, he finally opened up his skills and can play the more difficult jazz and blastbeat.

This gave him a greater sense of accomplishment than playing the flute and becoming the first professionally.

"knock off!"

10:30, a long sigh of relief, closed on time, so that the neighbors can sleep well.

Yang Sile hugged the guitar and sat in front of the computer, dragged a rhythm recorded with a newly purchased microphone and sound card into the player, put on the headphones and listened to it while looking for inspiration and melody.

He hummed in his mouth, plucked the strings with his hands, and played the midi keyboard casually if there was no sign.From time to time, I took off the earphones, sat on the swivel chair and slid to the opposite side of the computer desk, and selected one or two favorite orchestrations from the many wind instruments on display to test the sound matching.

In short, the style of "I'm playing music" must be sufficient, and the attitude of "I'm making an awesome piece of music" must be present.

Then--

He didn't think of a word.

It would be a lie to say that you are not discouraged.When I was playing east and west in the past, although I couldn't export it into a song, I could always tinker with the main theme for a few bars.At the beginning of last year, he even achieved the feat of making three demos within 72 hours and uploading them to the play station in one breath.

May I ask, how has such a Yang Sile ever been wronged like this? !

Boarding life is harmful, and now his mind is full of:

"Writing this way is actually a bit complicated, isn't it?"

"The idea of ​​this arrangement seems unprofessional, doesn't it?"

"If I have time to sit here in a daze, I might as well practice my flute."

It’s over.

Sad news: Thinking seems to be in the middle of the sound.

On Sunday night, as soon as Chen Nan arrived in the classroom, she saw Yang Sile lying on the table listlessly, as if she was a different person.

"What's the matter, Brother Yang, is it so painful to go back to school?"

When Yang Sile heard that his tablemate was coming, he raised his finger and waved weakly, as a greeting in return.

"It's pretty early."

"I haven't done any homework outside of language and mathematics, so it must be early." Chen Nan winked at him, hinting frantically.

Without any surprise, Yang Sile took out the extra language paper from the stomach of the table, and put it on the table in one breath: "You're welcome, copy it quickly."

Chen Nan took out the pen and the paper with tears of gratitude, and choked up exaggeratedly while copying: "Thank you, thank you, he deserves to be the man who got a total score of 97 by relying on the culture class, I knew it! Brother Yang will not abandon me!"

Yang Sile turned his pen slowly: "Keep it simple, the way of mocking my bad professional courses is simple."

"The sun and the moon can learn from each other, I really admire you." Chen Nan wrote furiously, "You must have had very good grades in ordinary high schools before."

Yang Sile shook his head, got up and drew aimlessly on the staff in his notebook: "No, it's still very average, it's just that the music doesn't pay attention to cultural lessons."

"That's right. Everyone finds a place to practice the piano when they have time. Less than a month before the college entrance examination, how can they memorize grammar and sort out wrong questions. There is no restaurant on the entire street outside the school. Almost all are piano rooms, karaoke rooms, The recording studio is all supported by us, how can it be put in other schools.”

Yang Sile asked: "Then besides practicing the piano, what do you usually do?"

Chen Nan thought for a while: "Colonel's Intranet Chongke[1]?"

Yang Sile: "...Is there anything else?"

"Dating and going to the playground?"

Chen Nan smiled meanly: "One scene in the sound, the evening self-study is over, the dormitory downstairs on the playground is full of young couples, the man gives the woman a violin case, and the woman tells the man gossip and music theory .Students in other schools talk about love from poetry to philosophy of life, but here we talk from singing to singing, which is really fucking amazing."

Yang Sile drooped his eyelids: "Oh, then wash up and go to bed, wake up and continue to practice the piano?"

Chen Nan asked strangely, "Otherwise?"

"Yes!" He suddenly remembered, "We still have clubs and make money."

"Society? Make money?" Yang Sile finally heard something interesting from him, "Can our school's club make money? How?"

"Brother Yang, if you can ask this question, it means that you are an art student who is not short of money. This is a profound class contradiction that exists among the general public of our school."

Chen Nan quickly finished copying the English papers and started copying mathematics.

"Society, the literal meaning is that everyone joins it mainly to gain popularity. There is a place to go during the club activity class. As for making money, to put it bluntly, it is to take on private jobs to earn living expenses and relieve the pressure on parents."

Yang Sile became interested: "What kind of work do you usually take, perform?"

"There are performances. Go to someone's wedding and play "Wedding March" or something. The hourly salary is high, and you can get a delicious meal. But this kind of opportunity is rare, right?"

"It's more about taking orders that are not demanding and don't take much effort. For example, those in the composition department can write a song for a small company, those who play the piano can record a sound for others, and those who have good theory can give a small company a song on weekends. The child is in an interest class."

After listening to Yang Sile, he couldn't find a suitable job for him: "What about our flute player? Is it more suitable to go to the teahouse to accompany the uncles and aunts playing mahjong?"

"Vulgar, too vulgar. We learn bamboo flutes to inherit the traditional culture of the Chinese nation, to cultivate sentiment and comprehend art, and to talk about money hurts feelings."

Yang Sile was unmoved: "I'm serious."

"I'm very serious." Chen Nan pouted, "Let me tell you this, we can't even grab the teahouse market. The boss only likes the pretty girls in the string class downstairs, guqin, guzheng, pipa, understand? We If you have strength and connections in the wind performance class, you can join a professional orchestra and earn money from the country. If you are at an ordinary level, then you can teach the children honestly, understand?"

Yang Sile wiped his face, leaned back on the table, and sighed: "Understood. It's so boring. I want to apply for day school."

After Chen Nan was arrested and educated by Mr. Xue a while ago, she started working as an ideological nanny with the consciousness of "worrying about the new classmates first, and then having fun with homework to copy".

"Don't panic at all, Brother Yang, I heard from the seniors on the school website that once the monthly exam is over, it will be a carnival for clubs. Just for these two weeks, if you are bored, you can find a reliable club to play with."

Yang Sile put his face on the book, and looked at him hopelessly: "Brother Nan, what clubs does our school have?"

"You might as well ask if there are any clubs in our school." Chen Nan flipped the math paper over and turned it over, "Sixty or seventy, what do you want?"

Yang Sile really believed in his evil.

The monthly exam is in late March, and the community carnival is on Thursday and Friday in the first week of April.The school gave various associations two days to set up their stalls. On Friday, they even suspended three regular classes, including the last association activity class, which was equivalent to taking a whole afternoon off.

The school is generous, and the students are unambiguous.

65 associations moved tables and equipment to the playground early in the morning on Thursday, set up tents in their own territories, hung banners and tied colored balls. The scene was huge and lively.

After listening to Chen Nan's words, Yang Sile ran to the playground alone during the break after the second class in the morning.

Japanese Kendo Club.It is said that the first year will only let you walk and learn how to draw and draw a sword.

The progress is too slow, pass.

guitar club.The poster reads "Folk songs, fingerstyle, from entry to proficiency". In fact, according to Chen Nan's internal information, the main method of the agency is to form a QQ group and exchange the tablature resources of pop songs in their hands.Gone.

Pass.

Drum Club.The person in charge of recruiting is the president, who looks the same as Mou Xiangfei.

Yang Sile has a shadow, pass.

Music Appreciation Society.Mainly appreciating classical music and world classics, aiming to extend the classroom to after-school, and explore the possibility of the diverse development of classical music in contemporary times from the perspective of acceptance aesthetics.

Hit, disturbed.

Electronic Composer.The guiding ideology of the association is "one center": focus on diversification and diversification; "two basic points": adhere to digital technology and adhere to self-expression.

Yang Sile understands the truth, but the club activity class is only four or ten minutes a week, and the get out of class is almost over just by adjusting the equipment, right?Do you sit around and chat about technology and yourself?

Pass.

Two-dimensional company.There are pretty seniors in JK uniforms with bows on their ponytails.

Cute, pass.

Quantum Mechanics Society.Is there anything to be expected from a physics-based academic club in an arts high school?

Forget it.

photography agency.Every Friday, everyone goes to the playground, woods, auditorium, fountain, and the roof of the teaching building to take pictures of the sun, white clouds and little house sparrows.

Not for him, pass.

Union of Societies.Serving various associations, escorting students' after-school time and solving problems.

Well, great, selfless.It's a pity that Yang Sile is not a great and selfless person.

Summary: Strolled around and got nothing.

Relatively speaking, among the 65 clubs, the only one he was interested in was the Insect Club.When the person in charge publicized it, he said that every semester, an insect beauty contest will be held within the club, and the winner will get an elaborate insect specimen.

"Didn't you read the popular post on the school's Internet? "Guidelines for Community Carnival Demining." After going to bed at night, Du Ruohong asked Yang Sile while washing up.

Yang Sile rubbed his hair and asked, "So, is the Insect Society in a minefield or a safe zone?"

"Of course it's a minefield. Where do you go to catch beautiful bugs? What energy do you have to raise bugs? Being thrown into the toilet and flushed away by the life teacher during the sanitation inspection is the best ending I can think of."

Li Linfan echoed: "Small life skills, the more hype about club recruitment, the less credible it is. Those who have learned it, please subscribe to 666."

Qu Mi and his girlfriend had finished playing on the playground, and had just returned to bed when they entered the door to see Yang Sile sitting under the bed, holding a towel and meditating. The eyes of the three present did not meet at all.

He grabbed Li Linfan who was about to go to the laundry room to wash clothes, pointed his chin in the direction of Yang Sile, and asked in a low voice, "Is there a fight? The atmosphere is so weird."

Li Linfan was amused: "Director, Brother Mi, do you hope we can get well? He is worried alone."

"It's been more than a week since the results of the monthly exam came out, what are you worried about?"

With a mouthful of toothpaste foam in his mouth, Du Ruohong rushed to answer: "Association carnival, I don't know which club to join."

"It's simple, go to the guitar club, the threshold is low and no one cares about it, so you can do whatever you want in the club activity class." Qu Mi took off his school uniform jacket, took off his glasses, passed Yang Sile with the toiletries and an empty bucket, and took a picture. He patted him on the shoulder, "If you really can't, go to the film club, watch a movie, write a film review, and the instructor will never check it for plagiarism, it's a mess."

"Hey, no one is in a hurry to use the bathroom, right? The lights will be turned off in more than ten minutes. I'll take a shower first."

Du Ruohong spat out the foam in his mouth and pretended to complain: "Director, come back early next time, can you take the lead?"

"I took the lead in finding a girlfriend, why don't you study and study?" Qu Mi hung the basket on the hook in the bathroom, and when he looked up, he saw a T-shirt, "Who rubbed the clothes in the shower, put them away, so you won't be late I got wet again."

"It was Yang Sile who was taking a bath just now, so it should be his." Du Ruohong turned to look at Yang Sile, "Wake up, put away your clothes, and make room for our honorable room chief to burn incense and take a bath."

Yang Sile turned a deaf ear to it, and muttered to himself: "...Why don't you make one yourself."

Du Ruohong: "What are you doing?"

Qu Mi put the shirt and school trousers that he had taken off into the bucket at the door, poked his head out of the bathroom and urged, "Yang Sile, hurry up, if you don't come here, I'll just wash it."

Hearing this, Yang Sile slapped his thigh, stood up from the chair, and looked at the two people opposite him with piercing eyes.

"I made a decision!"

Qu Miyang accurately threw the T-shirt on the hook into his arms, and said with a blank expression: "Wow, congratulations, I'm going to take a shower."

Yang Sile was immersed in the excitement of clearing the clouds and seeing the moon, and walked towards the sink with ecstasy on his face.

Du Ruohong felt that something was wrong, and stepped back in horror, holding a mouthwash cup and holding a toothbrush: "You, don't come here!"

Yang Sile grabbed the wet clothes, clacked and hugged Du Ruohong, and asked passionately: "Adu! Do you want to join my band?!"

Du Ruohong was so frightened by the abrupt voice that he swallowed all the toothpaste that he hadn't spit out, his face flushed instantly, and he writhed and struggled in his arms like a loach.

"Send the funeral band? You go to learn the suona, why are you looking for me? Student Yang, if you have something to say, let it go!"

"It's not a folk band." Yang Sile let go of his hand obediently, humming a little tune and bouncing back to his desk.

His soul, which was temporarily content with the status quo, once again burned for the word "form a band".

Just do what you say, turn passive into active.

He took out the laptop from the closet, turned it on, opened PS, and created a new canvas and layer.

During the day, he carefully read 65 club posters and leaflets on the playground. Without exception, they used representative patterns as the background, and wrote the club name, club slogan, content, time and place of club activities in order from top to bottom.If you are playing by yourself and don't find any instructor, there is no need to write these things that will never be realized as promised.

Yang Sile thought for a while, he was too lazy to choose a cool name, and he was too lazy to write the time and place of the event.Anyway, these have to be discussed with the players after they are recruited.

So, in the last minute before the lights were turned off, he made the first recruiting poster in his life with a speed beyond the reach of many club leaders in Qingjiangyin.

The whole frame is red as the background, without any patterns or logos, with three rows and two columns of pure white cursive script in the middle:

"Band, recruiting, casual, playing, everything is fine, come quickly."

The author has something to say: [1] Chongkezi: Sichuan dialect, which means bragging and chatting.

Another: The previous article has modified the time details according to the timeline of "Going Chess and Watching Guns". Others have not been changed, so you don't need to look back.Thanks for reading and comments are welcome.