After sitting at the same table with the mean school

"Embroidery... just embroider." Xia Xingyao looked over and over at the fur on the panda cub, "Where did you embroider?"

Wu Zhe pointed to a spot on his stomach.

Xia Xingyao picked up the big doll, and Fu Zhixin asked, "This big one won't have my name embroidered on it?"

Wu Zhe: "Why not?"

Xia Xingyao: "..."

Tonight, Xia Xing fell asleep on the doll embroidered with Wu Zhe's name, and had no dreams.

As one of the best schools in the province, Jingzhou Middle School has always had a lot of extracurricular activities, such as the Art Festival, which is held every year.

In the first year of high school, the art festival was mainly a chorus for the whole class, and a 12.9 chorus competition. In the second year of high school, the forms were more diverse. In addition to the chorus, group performances with more than three people and less than ten people could be presented.

Literary and Art Committee Ming Leya yelled on the podium: "Everyone! Do you have any talents?!"

Everyone in the group is familiar with each other, so they immediately recommended a few people, such as Yu Zhouzhou, who broke his pants when he danced hip-hop during military training, and Zhang Xun, the old love song prince KTV KTV prince who sang love songs to the instructor.

Yu Zhouzhou clutched his crotch tightly angrily, blushing and said, "What do you mean, you want me to go up and tear the crotch?"

The students around burst into laughter.

Love song king Zhang Xun is naturally necessary to participate in the performance.Zhang Xun stood up, thought for a while, and suggested: "I know that there are several students in our class who can play guitar, drums, etc. I feel that since more than three people are required to perform, a band of five people is just right."

band?

Sounds pretty cool.

Immediately someone volunteered to raise his hand: "I have learned to play drums."

"I can play guitar." Jiang Lechi raised his hands high, but soon the people next to him pointed him out: "You can only play 12345, don't be ashamed."

Jiang Lechi: "Fart, I can play 4536251, do you understand?"

Ming Leya supported the podium, feeling that this idea is quite good.She can play the piano herself, isn't she a keyboard player?Now that we have keyboard drums and lead vocals, isn't it just missing - guitar and bass?

And Bass can just pull anyone on stage to pretend to be fake, anyway, everyone can't hear it (just kidding), so rounding up, isn't this band already formed?

perfect!

Ming Leya applauded: "Is there anyone who can play guitar and bass?"

Xia Xingyao slowly raised his head from the physics test paper, and inadvertently exchanged a glance with Wu Zhe who was next to him.

Wu Zhe's eyes asked, "You will?"

Xia Xingyao: "Why, I will, can't I?"

Wu Zhe: "...I don't believe it."

Xia Xingyao: "Then I really know how to do it!"

He raised his hand.

There were several boys who could play the guitar, and Ming Leya felt that half of the work was done, so she hurried down and asked one by one if they were interested in participating in the performance.

In the end, there were two boys who could play just a few confession love songs, which they learned to prepare for chasing girls in the future; there were two remaining, one was Xia Xingyao and the other was Qi Ruixing.

In the back seat, Qi Ruixing glanced at Xia Xingyao, and immediately said to Ming Leya, "Sister Ya, if it was me and Mr. Xia, I would definitely choose Mr. Xia."

Xia Xingyao: "..."

The boy next to him laughed: "Fuck, Qi Ruixing, you are gay."

Qi Ruixing said loudly, "What's the matter, do you think I'm right?"

Ming Leya walked all the way, and Xia Xingyao was the only candidate left.Xia Xingyao didn't expect that he would become a member of the band by raising his hand, and he couldn't help feeling that this was a little sloppy.

There is one last bass player left.

Bass is an instrument that usually plays the role of the bass part in the band. Most people are not sensitive to bass, which leads to the lack of attention for bass players, and few people are willing to learn.

Since it was just a performance at the campus art festival, not having a bass player is not a big problem. Just find a guitarist to learn the bass temporarily and make up the numbers. When Ming Leya was about to happily announce that the band was formed, Wu Zhe suddenly called her to stop : "Sister Ya."

"what happened?"

"Missing bass?"

"...you will?" Ming Leya thought it was incredible.

After all, Wu Zhe has never shown anything special in terms of artistic performance.

Wu Zhe nodded heavily: "I didn't want to say it at first."

"..."

What's your tone?

After class, Xia Xingyao couldn't help asking Wu Zhe, "Brother Zhe, do you know how to play bass?"

Wu Zhe was silent for a while, and had no choice but to explain: "Didn't the ukulele be popular before? I bought the ukulele and made it a bass. . . . I just learned it."

Depend on.

Xia Xing was convinced.

The band in the class is formed.The lead singer, Zhang Xun, plays with his own accordion; the keyboard is bright and elegant, the piano is level ten, and he can become a keyboard after practicing; the drum set is Xu Weiming, who has practiced since childhood; the guitar is Xia Xingyao.

Xia Xingyao actually learned the guitar during the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school.During that summer vacation, he lived in the seaside city where his grandfather lived for two full months. There was a band performing outdoors by the seaside every day. Somehow, he got to know a band from Beijing, a few big brothers in their twenties.Guitar is what they teach.

Before learning guitar, he had some violin basics. Although the help is not particularly great, he has a certain knowledge of music theory and it is easy to get started.

As for Beth Wu Zhe.

Will Wu Zhe know bass?It feels hard to trust.

It is too unreliable that a person can buy a ukulele as a bass.

Ming Leya specially asked Yin Congqing to allow some of their classmates who were preparing for the art festival to go to the art building to rehearse during their evening self-study.In the first rehearsal, everyone mainly discusses the repertoire of the performance and plans when to start practicing.

Xia Xingyao and Wu Zhe pushed and pushed downstairs, Xia Xingyao still felt incredible: "Wu Zhe, tell me, why do you buy a bass instead of a ukulele?"

Wu Zhe was very aggrieved: "How do I know? The owner of the musical instrument store even asked me to buy an amplifier, and I bought one too. I thought at the time, how come other people's ukuleles don't need an amplifier, and they can be played casually. Why is mine It’s such a big one, and you need a speaker to make it sound, did you buy a fake one? Why does it look completely different from other people’s?”

How can this person be so harmonious? !

Zhang Xun, who was walking in front, turned around and said, "God Zhe, why are you different from what I imagined."

Wu Zhe: "..."

Wu Zhe withdrew his aggrieved expression, and said without emotion: "It can only be said that it was a coincidence."

When they arrived at the art building, Ming Leya first asked the administrator to borrow a guitar - only the piano and guitar can be used in the school, and other instruments must be brought by themselves.

Xia Xingyao took the guitar, tested the sound, sat on the stool with his legs up, nodded his chin and said, "I'll try it first, and see if my hands are raw."

He plucked the strings and played two chords casually, the technique is still there, and the level is not bad.

The three students who didn't have musical instruments sat cross-legged on the ground and pretended to be the audience. When Xia Xingyao finished playing, Wu Zhe clapped his hands.Zhang Xun raised his eyebrows: "Sure, Mr. Xia, I haven't heard of you knowing it before."

Xia Xingyao was a little embarrassed, and held the piano in his arms: "I haven't learned it for a long time, so I just make do with it."

Ming Leya tried the piano, turned around and said, "Then what shall we perform? The theme of this art festival is..."

Zhang Xun: "What?"

"Great revival, go with the party, or something."

Zhang Xun: "???"

Xia Xingyao: "????"

Wu Zhe asked from the bottom of his heart: "So this theme? You want us to form a rock band to perform? Go with the party?"

Xu Weiming complained: "This is too out of tune."

Ming Leya was in a hurry: "The band is relatively novel, don't you think it is relatively novel to go up and sing with three people and send the Red Army away?"

"Then let's go up and sing the rock version ten to give away the Red Army?" Xia Xingyao felt that this was a bit outrageous.

"..."

Ming Leya: "That's the problem. What are we performing?"

As the prince of old love songs, Zhang Xun is also a veteran of rock and roll. He can play popular rock and folk songs, and he is known as the Chinese Xiaoqu Library.But he also couldn't imagine anything less erotic and suitable for performance under the theme of "follow the party".

Xia Xingyao made up his mind: "Then...let's write songs ourselves."

"Write it yourself?" Zhang Xun was the first to agree, "I think it's okay...but can you write it?"

Wu Zhe: "How about this, you can also find a famous song and write the lyrics yourself, it's simple and convenient."

"can!"

After more than half an hour of intense discussion, the final song was Cui Jian's "Fake Monk".

The lyrics are good, nothing to change.

"I will go from south to north, and I will go from white to black

I want people to see me but not know who I am"

Zhang Xun sang a section directly on the spot, very powerful.

After the song was finalized, Ming Leya hesitated and said, "See if you can change some parts of the lyrics, for example...the latter part, 'kiss my mouth'?"

The boys looked at each other and laughed together.

This phrase may indeed need to be changed.

It's getting late, and the evening self-study is about to end. Ming Leya thought about it, and then said: "It's not too urgent. Anyway, there is still half a month. Everyone, go back and see how you can modify the lyrics? Let's rehearse again and bring an instrument to try?"

When Xia Xingyao got home, he started rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for guitars.Ji Yaya felt puzzled: "How long has it been since you played? Why are you looking for that?"

"I need it for art festival performances, I practice."

"... Yaoyao, you have never participated in this kind of performance before? Why do you want to participate this time?"

"We formed a band, which was fun."

Xia Xingyao found the guitar and tried to talk.His mother, Ji Yaya, is also a middle-aged literary girl. The music he played was a familiar love song from the 8s and 90s. She sat cross-legged on the sofa and sang a few lines along with it, which was very charming.

The lights at ten o'clock in the evening, the mother in a thick sweater, and the 16-year-old boy playing the guitar.

Everything is warm.

Xia Xingyao played half of it, lowered his head to check the piano, tried to tune it again, stood up and said, "It's almost ready."

Doorbell rang.

Xia Xing pulled on his slippers and went to open the door, only to find that it was Wu Zhe.Wu Zhe was holding his bass, which didn't look like a ukulele. At the door, his expression looked a little blank: "Xia Xingyao, tell me, what am I going to do with this?"

Xia Xingyao followed Wu Zhe to his room.

After plugging in the bass speaker and turning down the volume, Wu Zhe tentatively plucked the strings.

In the public impression, the bass player is the one with long hair who shakes his hair wildly when he is playing passionately, but actually has no idea what he is playing.

Wu Zhe is not of that genre.

He may have really learned the bass as a ukulele, sitting on a chair, bowing his head to play solo, pursing his lips with a very calm expression.Xia Xingyao hugged his guitar, put his head on the head of the guitar, and tilted his head to listen carefully to Wu Zhe's piano sound.

Maybe skill in general.

Maybe the emotion is also general.

But Wu Zhe has a very special place, that is, he is very precise.

Just like solving a problem, one hit kills, the same goes for playing the piano, the pitch is very accurate.

Wu Zhe raised his head: "Xia Xingyao, you want to try too?"

Xia Xingyao put the piano down, plucked the strings, and then played two melodies.Wu Zhe was in the bass part, so he followed the melody of the lead guitar and started playing the bottom line. After playing for a few minutes, the coordination was surprisingly good.

but……

There was a knock at the door.

Wu Zhe ran to open the door. It was a resident downstairs, and he scolded his head and face: "What kind of piano are you playing in the middle of the night? Do you know about disturbing the people? If you don't study, my son is going to be admitted to Tsinghua University. You have to study quietly!"

Wu Zhe: "..."

Xia Xingyao: "..."

The two put away the piano and looked at each other.

Xia Xingyao turned his head: "I won't practice anymore. I'm going back to study the questions."

That night Wu Che was lying on the bed.

Closing his eyes, what flashed before his eyes was suddenly the image of Xia Xingyao playing the piano with his head down.

The fingers were thin and long, and very white.What did you play on the piano?

Why is it the heartstrings that are plucked.