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Now that he agreed to the other party, Shao Dong was not idle, and asked the professor about the precautions for blind people learning drums during the break. Unfortunately, the old drum king had never met such a student.

Shao Dong could only look up information on the Internet to see if he could find jazz drum teaching materials for blind people. After tossing around for a month, he asked someone to look for it again, but there was still no progress.

When Cheng Le returned to the dormitory after class, he saw Shao Dong checking the 'Psychology of the Blind', and shook his head: "Dong Gua, are you really planning to find a blind woman? You are thinner and look better than a celebrity. Why are you looking for a defective product?"

Shao Dong didn't turn his head, looking at the webpage, "I accepted a student, his eyesight is not good." Thinking of the word student, Shao Dong couldn't imagine that he would accept a 28-year-old adult man with such a strong aura , How should he be a teacher in the future?

Cheng Le: "I can't play the drums well with my eyes? I've heard of blind people playing the piano and flute, and blind people playing the drums. Isn't that random knocking? Look at psychology, you're not a male nurse." What did he think of? , "Hey, how does your student look like, is she a beauty?"

Shao Dong's eyes widened: "Don't be blind. There was Shi Kuang in the Jin Dynasty, and A Bing, Jin Yuanhui, Gao Zhipeng in modern times..." It was a good thing, but Cheng Le said it so dirty.

Cheng Le shook his head: "That's right, I can't say enough about you. Let me tell you something, a big brokerage company came to me today, and they really want to meet you."

Shao Dong turned his head and looked at Cheng Le suspiciously: "What does the big brokerage company ask me for?"

Cheng Le faltered, his face was not very good-looking, "They actually fell in love with you, me, I was just a side item, saying that they wanted to sign our two bands. Isn't summer vacation coming soon? Invite us to their place Take a look."

Shao Dong turned his head to look at the screen without interest: "You know the situation of my family, I really want to go, my father will sever the father-son relationship with me."

Cheng Le leaned over, "I didn't agree, isn't this a discussion with you? The other party has a band and needs to add newcomers. The brokerage company is very reliable and well-known throughout the country. I told them about your family, and they said that if you If you agree, they can discuss with your dad."

Shao Dong: "Is it not the same as being able to sing if you don't join a brokerage company?"

Cheng Le sighed, hugged Shao Dong's big face and rubbed it back and forth: "It feels different! Think about it, you stand on the stage, there are a group of beauties in the audience, those fans see you and look at you." When it came to fleshy bones, it was like, 'Aww, it's Shao Dong, Shao Dong! I want to marry you...'"

Shao Dong's fingers trembling when typing on the computer: "What are you supposed to do?"

Cheng Le rubbed Shao Dong's back: "You don't have class in the afternoon, why don't you go out with my brother? Can I introduce you to some girls from the art school? You are not bad looking, and there are still people in the art school who want to meet you. "

Shao Dong: "I'm going to the student's house in the afternoon."

Cheng Le could only regretfully say: "You said you don't cherish the opportunity to make friends with beautiful women, what will you do when you get old! Forget it, I will go to comfort the girl's body and mind that is about to move, and you can cultivate a relationship with the blind student."

According to the agreement, Shao Dong had three classes a week, and came to teach Wei Chen how to play drums at [-]:[-] pm.

Today is Friday, and Shao Dong has no class in the afternoon. Uncle Zhang called to say that Mr. Wei has something to do in the evening and wanted to advance the class to three in the afternoon.

Shao Dong has been teaching Wei Chen for a month, and Wei Chen is really easy to get along with when he is not in class.Shao Dong made coffee, sat on the sofa with Wei Chen, listened to vinyl records, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and chatted about music.

Shao Dong always talked a lot, and Wei Chen said a few words to those who were interested.

But Wei Chen during class time is very headache.Shao Dong has never worked so hard to teach a student, Wei Chen can't see, his coordination of hands and feet is a bit weak, and his comprehension ability is strong, but Wei Chen just looks casual and is not in a hurry to learn drums.For a month, Wei Chen's progress was very slow.

Shao Dong is not in a hurry. According to what is said on the Internet, blind people will be slow to learn new things at the beginning. At this time, we need to be more patient and encourage.He turned off the computer, picked up his coat and went out the door.

Although Wei Chen arranged for Uncle Zhang to pick him up, Shao Dong still likes to go there by himself, calling it weight loss.

The weather is fine today, and the community is gradually gaining some popularity. When we approached Wei Chen's villa, the aroma of barbecue wafted over.Shao Dong sniffed, wondering who would have BBQ at home in the afternoon, this is not a rest day yet.

Shao Dong sniffed hard, a car drove out from Wei Chen's house, and quickly wiped Shao Dong's clothes, Shao Dong broke out in a cold sweat: "You?"

There is a speed limit in the community where Weichen lives. The identities of the residents here are different. They never drive on the streets of the community, so as not to bump into children playing on the street or old people walking.

The red sports car stopped, and after a while, a young man wearing sunglasses came down. He was wearing a brand name all over his body, his blonde hair was dyed brightly in the sun, and his long legs were wrapped in tight jeans.Thin as a hemp stalk.

The man glanced at the half-worn jacket on Shao Dong's body, took out his wallet, pulled out a few pink banknotes and threw them over, regardless of whether Shao Dong wanted it or not, turned around and walked away.

"Hey, you."

Shao Dong looked down at his clothes and understood everything, the residents would not wear unbranded street stalls.Looking at the banknote lying on the concrete floor, Shao Dong sighed and bent down to pick it up.

When passing by the garden of the neighbor's house, Shao Dong saw a family of young and old sitting in the open-air garden and having a barbecue through the fence gate.

Shao Dong looked enviously twice, then turned and went to Wei Chen's house.

Wei Chen was sitting under a parasol in the small garden.The soil in the garden has been refurbished, the part-time workers have laid green grass inside, and transplanted a lot of flowers and trees to compete with each other.

The vine rose next door crawled over, and the new green branches hung on the wall, and the leaves swayed in the wind.But Wei Chen exudes a cold air, which is incompatible with this warm spring beauty.

Shao Dong: "Mr. Wei."

Wei Chen nodded slightly as a response.

Shao Dong looked suspiciously at Uncle Zhang who was squatting aside and cleaning up the broken teacups, teapots, tea leaves and snacks all over the place.

Wei Chen leaned on the beach chair, heard the voice from next door, and frowned: "It's very noisy."

Shao Dong: "There seems to be a BBQ next door, barbecue."

Wei Chen reached out and fumbled for the teacup on the small round table.

Uncle Zhang quickly said, "I'll go get a new set."

Shao Dong glanced at the small white round table with a teacup on it, "Mr. Wei has guests? Or I'll come back later."

Uncle Zhang hurriedly stepped forward to hold Shao Dong back, "There are no guests. You sit down, and there is some refreshment in the kitchen."

Shao Dong was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Wei Chen's tense mouth, "Uncle Zhang, I'll help you."

Wei Chen didn't object, just sat there.

Before entering the room, Shao Dong turned his head and glanced at Wei Chen. The man stretched out his hand, fumbled to pull the tissue box on the table, and turned his cheek slightly to face the courtyard wall.The next door is full of laughter and laughter, but here is the silence of the whole courtyard.

Shao Dong shook his head lightly, Mr. Wei felt a little pitiful.It's been a month, and according to his previous school experience, he can at least meet one or two of Mr. Wei's family members, but he has never seen a third person.

Mr. Wei did not jump out of the cracks in the rocks, his eyesight is bad, and his daily life is inconvenient, but he has never seen Mr. Wei's family.

Wei Chen stood up and groped into the room, and sat on the sofa in front of the window, "Mr. Shao, please play a song. It's the third row from the right on the shelf."

Shao Dong knew the record that Wei Chen was talking about, and he had listened to it countless times.

"Thank you." Wei Chen sat on the sofa a little tiredly.

Shao Dong entered the kitchen, lowered his voice and asked, "Uncle Zhang, Mr. Wei is in a bad mood today?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head and threw the debris into the trash can, "It's all right." When the whole world is in a bad mood, Mr. Wei will be in a good mood.

The slanting sunlight at the window, the lonely silhouette of Wei Chen leaning on the sofa, the flowing music, the hoarse voice of Amy Winehouse's backTOBLACK (back to black), the concise drumbeat, and the helplessness of returning to darkness.

Shao Dong silently put the coffee on the tea table, and quietly looked at Wei Chen. On Friday night, there was no one to accompany him. It seemed that the handsome and thin Mr. Wei was also alone.

He walked quickly to the drum, counted the beat, cut into the music and played the drum.

Uncle Zhang came out with snacks and stood at the entrance of the hall without disturbing the two of them.

In the warm spring afternoon sun, the room was filled with the rich aroma of coffee, and the song that always felt a bit disturbing when listening to it became lively with the sound of Shao Dong's drums.

Uncle Zhang didn't understand music, and he didn't know if Shao Dong played well. He just felt that this song, which he had listened to hundreds of times, felt different today, a little less sad and a little more playful.

He watched Shao Dong's round arm on the drum, up and down, and with a flick of the arm, different drum beats sounded rapidly, his big face turned sideways, shallow dimples, and a youthful smile.

His aging waist also began to shake with the beat of the drum, and then he coughed and put the snack away.

Wei Chen listened for a while, stood up and walked to the drum, groped with his hands, his fingers touched the soft skin, his dark eyes slowly drew full curves with the movement of his fingers, he smiled faintly, patted On the top of Shao Dong's head, "The face is really big."

Shao Dong was speechless, and after playing a song, he said: "Does Mr. Wei like JAZZ? Actually, the basic drum beat of JAZZ is not difficult. This song is a bit difficult for beginners, but the basic rhythm pattern can be simplified. I will play a You listen."

Wei Chen smiled lightly, the young man spoke very carefully, even though he wasn't interested, he didn't stop the young man from eloquently explaining.

After Shao Dong finished typing, he turned around and saw that Wei Chen didn't express anything, so he couldn't help sighing.People with bad eyes can't see it even if they travel in space.

"Teacher Xiao Shao, please type a few more times."

Shao Dong twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed dryly, "Mr. Wei, can you stop calling me teacher." Facing mature men with full aura, he didn't have the dignity of a teacher.

"Oh, what's that called?"

Shao Dong ignored Wei Chen's words, pulled Wei Chen's arm, and led him to the drum, "Although you can't see it, the sound of each drum is different, please remember the sound of each drum."

Wei Chen frowned: "You continue to type a paragraph and I'll see."

The corners of Shao Dong's eyes twitched, do you still want to watch?But looking at Shang Weichen's unfocused eyes, Shao Dong took a deep breath and could only nod.

With a serious face, Wei Chen casually slid down from his arm as if touching a statue, pinched Shao Dong's waist and stomach.

Shao Dong looked weird, and took a deep breath, but unfortunately he couldn't hold back his stomach, so he could only blushed: "Mr. Wei, you've disturbed me..."

Wei Chen: "Oh? So sensitive?"

Shao Dong's ears were hot, he twisted his neck, his cheek brushed against Wei Chen's lips, and the aroma of coffee was still in his mouth.

There was a little dust flying in the slanting sunlight, Amy Winehouse's sexy voice was in my ears, and the black mirror on Wei Chen's glasses reflected Shao Dong's round cheeks, which were slightly red.

Wei Chen straightened his back, and pinched Shao Dong's face at a height of zero: "You seem to be graduating, what are your plans? Take the postgraduate entrance examination and stay in school as a teacher?"

Shao Dong put down the drum stick, and followed Wei Chen's fingers with his head: "It's good to be a teacher, and I have two holidays every year, so it's very comfortable."

Wei Chen: "Drummers don't need faces. It's not difficult for you to debut. Give yourself one more choice and see the outside world."

When Wei Chen said this, the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, but his fingers pinched Shao Dong hard and screamed.

"It hurts... it hurts..."

"Dining here tonight." Wei Chen let go of his hand.

"Aren't you busy at night?" Shao Dong asked puzzled.

"It's all right now."

Shao Dong thought for a while, then took out the banknotes in his pocket and counted them: "Mr. Wei, I picked up money today, why don't I treat you to barbecue."

Wei Chen frowned: "Pick up money?"

Shao Dong shook the five pink coins in his hand: "I can't afford western food, so you can cook as you please, let's have a barbecue!" It's 100 yuan for one person, and [-] yuan for three people.He is quite clear about this account.

Wei Chen said, "Just BBQ at home. Uncle Zhang, go and prepare."

"Don't be so troublesome, a lot of food needs to be marinated in advance." Shao Dong hurriedly stopped, but Uncle Zhang didn't even say a word, and drove away.

Wei Chen picked up the coffee and asked, "You picked up a lot of money?"

Shao Dong laughed a few times, and explained: "It's not considered a pick-up, the other party may be afraid of bumping into me, so they paid me for it."

"Bumped?"

Shao Dong spoke briefly, and then sighed with emotion: "The red sports car is still suitable for girls, but I always feel that men don't look very handsome when driving."

Wei Chen probably guessed the man, and asked with a sneer, "Did you throw the money in his face?"

Shao Dong stuffed the banknotes into his pocket: "My two legs can't run with his four wheels. Besides, why throw it back, the dirty thing is not the money."

Wei Chen's expression was subtle, his brows were raised, and the coffee cup held by his lips shook.