no ambiguity

The climate at the end of June was unstable. After two days of warming, the temperature dropped in a blink of an eye. It became [-] or [-] degrees overnight. Even the old trees in the yard were blown off their leaves by the cold wind.

Qing He really left, carrying a tote bag, packed a suitcase of clothes, and even brought the bass and some performance equipment, left the villa early in the morning, and took a taxi away alone.

She was so ruthless that she didn't even know it before she left. She packed her luggage two days ago, woke up early in the morning and sneaked out of bed, and went out quietly.

Wen Ning touched it when he woke up, and the quilt next to him was empty, and the temperature was cold.

At that time, the bathroom was in a mess, the bathtub was still full of water, which could not be drained last night, the slippery floor was wet, water stains were everywhere, the sink table was also messy, bottles and cans were tilted here and there, and there were still mixed things in the pile. An unpacked pink box.

The inside and outside of the room was finally cleaned up by the aunt at home, which took a lot of time.

There are only five digits on the Qinghe bank card, so you can't spend it indiscriminately, and you have to spend every penny wisely.She went to Xihe Street to join Ye Xilin, and moved into her friend's two-story old house without saying a word, occupying the westernmost large room on the second floor.

Ye Xilin received a WeChat message and knew she would come, so he vacated the place yesterday and kindly took her in for a while.

Qinghe moved in cheekily, first gave the record to the other party, then had a hot breakfast here, unceremoniously dumped a large bowl of green vegetable noodles, then went upstairs to sleep without blushing, and put the dishes and chopsticks away. Leave it to Ye Xilin to wash.

She is just lazy, ignorant, and stubborn.

Fortunately, Ye Xilin didn't care about these things. Washing an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks was a matter of convenience and didn't feel troublesome.

The sun was shining in the sky at noon, but it was still not warm enough. It was cold even wearing two single clothes. Xihe Street was deserted and desolate. When the wind blew, the road was dusty, and it was foggy everywhere. The environment was not good.

The two of them are going to meet acquaintances and friends in the afternoon, and they will get together in advance for Saturday's performance to try out the rhythm.Although the band has not been established for a long time, Qing He and Ye Xilin have rich performance experience. After all, they started playing music when they were teenagers.The same goes for acquaintances and friends, the foundation of more than ten years is there, the whole veteran, with him joining, it must be a strong alliance. What is the performance on Huancheng North Road?

Qinghe is very confident about the next arrangement. With the three of them alone, one or two hours of practice every day this week is enough to cope. In the remaining free time, he can also compose, arrange and write lyrics, release a new song, and use it in future competitions. get on.

However, ideas are just ideas, and something goes wrong in a smooth plan.

It was late in the afternoon, and my friend couldn't come due to something, and something happened at home, so I had to rush back to deal with it.The friends are quite righteous, knowing that if they don’t come, they won’t be able to find a suitable guitarist to take over for a while. They feel that they are causing trouble for others, so they kindly find someone to replace them.

The newcomer is a friend's cousin, 19 years old, still in college, named Zhang Ming.

Qinghe didn't say anything about it, after all, they still owed their friends a debt of favor, and they couldn't pick and choose, no matter what, they had to settle for the time being, at least to get the performance on Huancheng North Road.

Ye Xilin also thought the same way, and it would be unreasonable to directly reject someone because it would be a shame to face him.

Now that you're all here, let's try it out quickly, and make a plan first.

It's okay that they didn't get along, the two of them almost couldn't get along with each other, and Zhang Ming's guitar solo was barely passable, but other aspects were simply jerky, and they couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the two of them at all.

The little boy's only performance experience is that he won the first place in the school's singer competition. He has only been exposed to rock and roll for a short time, and he doesn't understand many things. Sometimes listening to what they say is like listening to heavenly scriptures.His professional reserve is insufficient, comparable to a novice who stumbled into the finals by mistake, and is confused about everything he does.

Qinghe was a little irritable, but she still suppressed her temper and asked a few questions impatiently.

Seeing her frowning tightly, Zhang Ming's heart skipped a beat, knowing that she was unhappy, he became embarrassed, talking like squeezing toothpaste.He blushed, couldn't hold back his face, felt ashamed, and couldn't speak coherently. After holding back for a long time, he tentatively asked, "Sister Qing, what did I do wrong?"

Qinghe ignored the other party and buried herself in playing with the bass in her hand.

Zhang Ming clenched his hands, and his face turned even redder.

He has a good appearance, good grades, and can play the guitar. He has always been the popular one in school. suffer.The young boy loves face, he can't stand this kind of neglect, he immediately thinks that Qinghe is looking down on him, so he feels embarrassed, sour and swollen, very uncomfortable.

Ye Xilin didn't lend a hand, but rubbed the side of the snare drum by himself, holding the drum stick from time to time to test the feel.She could hear what Zhang Ming was saying, and she could also see what the two in front of her were doing. She didn't want to help anyone or get involved.

Originally, they were asking for help from others this time, but now it is true that acquaintances and friends are not kind, sending a Xiaobai here to gain experience, everything needs them to teach, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a disservice.

Interpersonal communication is complicated, and it's not easy to drive people away directly, otherwise, if you meet that friend in the future, Liang Zike will end up, and anyone will feel uncomfortable.Besides, it's unreasonable to be so unfeeling, maybe acquaintances and friends are entangled in family affairs, and they really can't find a better guitarist, so they have no choice but to push Zhang Ming over?

It's hard to judge, and it's not clear what to say in a few words.

It was a depressing afternoon, and the three of them didn't communicate much, as if they didn't know each other.

Qing He panicked, holding Bei Si and sweeping around when there was nothing to do, not knowing what to do, purely venting her emotions.

Her attitude was not aimed at Zhang Ming, it was her own fault, but she failed to realize it, and Zhang Ming would have misunderstood her, thinking that she couldn't understand him and made things difficult on purpose.

When it was getting dark, Zhang Ming finally couldn't hold back anymore, suddenly grabbed his sleeve and wiped his eyes, his nose was sore, he lowered his head and refused to raise it again.

The little boy is thin-skinned, has too much self-esteem, and can't stand it.

Qinghe stopped what she was doing, she didn't expect this scene.

Ye Xilin was also stunned, stunned, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Zhang Ming arched his back and almost turned himself into a shrimp. After a long while, he said in a low voice, "I'm not very good at technology, I'm sorry..."

Both of them had mixed feelings in their hearts.

Consciously doing too much, Qinghe stayed where he was, and Ye Xilin smoothed things over in the middle, went downstairs to get three cans of Coke and some food, and first handed one can to Zhang Ming.

When the mood stabilized, it was Ye Xilin who comforted Zhang Ming: "Eat something first, and then continue to practice later. If there is anything you don't know, you can learn slowly."

Zhang Minghong asked, "Sister Xilin, can you still play the guitar?"

"Well, it's okay." Ye Xilin said, glanced at Qing He not far away, and thought for a moment, "Sister Qing plays better than me, she is omnipotent, please ask her more."

Zhang Ming looked up at Qinghe, Qinghe didn't make a sound, neither answered nor refused.Zhang Ming was clever, he was sad enough, he quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Thank you, Sister Qing."

The previous episode is just like this, so don't hold on to it.

At night, Zhang Ming stayed in the old house, in the guest room on the first floor, and helped clean it by the way.

Qinghe softened his attitude, no longer being cold and alienated, and reluctantly showed a good face, not only disassembled the piece and explained it, but also taught Zhang Ming many playing techniques.

There is only one week before the performance, and Qinghe has to stay up all night sampling, and rush out the program.In fact, I originally planned to ask my friends to come over to help, but now I can only spend a little more effort on my own, so I can't count on others.

Sampling, that is, collecting samples, to put it bluntly, is to collect some special content in advance, such as electronic music, etc., and edit them into certain music clips.

Ye Xilin worked with her until early in the morning, but couldn't bear the fight, so he went to bed first.

Qing He was so focused on doing things that she stayed up for another hour before she felt sleepy.

At night, the wind was strong, blowing non-stop, and it was getting colder and colder.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning, Qinghe put down his work and went back to the room to wash, and then lay straight on the bed to rest.She was really exhausted today, she retracted into the quilt and didn't have the strength to move anymore, her whole body seemed to be falling apart.

She wanted to sleep, but no matter how tired her body was, her mind was still thinking about things, a mess.

There is a lot of work to do during the day, every second is full, and there is no energy to think about it, but when you are alone in the dead of night, it is inevitable that you will remember a lot of the past and the recent days.She thought of what she shouldn't have done in the afternoon, felt annoyed, and then thought of someone.

Who proposed the marriage in the first place?

It seems to be Wen Ning, but it doesn't seem to be.

That night was in Qinghe's dilapidated rented house, and the two of them didn't sleep until twelve o'clock, chatting without saying a word.

Qing He touched Wen Ning's waist, soft and slender, she was dishonest, never resting at all, Wen Ning pulled her into his arms, she laughed and made noises, but in the end she still took the initiative to hug him, lying peacefully on the In the man's arms.

Later, she said, "Boss Wen, I want to go somewhere else."

Wen Ning asked, "Where are you going?"

She thought for a while and said, "City B, or Hong Kong."

Nancheng is not easy to get along with, it is too difficult to survive, so I plan to try another place.

The person next to her remained silent for a long time, scratching her back with his fingertips, again and again, endlessly.

After an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly said, "Stay here and follow me later."

She didn't take it seriously, she smiled, "Why, you want to keep me?"

Wen Ning said, "No."

"What's that?" she asked.

Wen Ning didn't give an answer.

She has always been out of shape, not serious, and played tricks when she didn't get an answer. She leaned up to eat the other person's mouth, seduced him and kissed him several times.

Wen Ning couldn't avoid it, so he could only say: "Be honest."

Withdrawing his thoughts from the memory, Qinghe turned over and thought about the group photo.