Epigenetic

After staying at home for a few days, Zhu Weixing suddenly went out with a flute case.

Grandma saw her and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhu Weixing said: "At the door, practice the flute and come back after dinner."

Grandma nodded.

Zhu Weixing asked again: "Do you need to buy something? I can bring it with me when I come back."

After being discharged from the hospital, Zhu Weixing behaved very politely. He would call grandma "you" seriously, which was unimaginable in the past.It takes a learning process for a man who has always been vulgar to decide to follow etiquette.Language, body, behavior one by one step by step.But Zhu Weixing did not, his manner, conversation and even his expression and gaze were turned upside down overnight, natural and moderate as if he was born with it, and he did not forcefully imitate the appearance of hypocrisy at all.If grandma hadn't brought him up with her own hands, she would have thought she had been raised by another child.

Grandma's gaze stayed on his head and face for a few seconds, and she thought about it: "There is a grain and oil store on Yuzhou Street, you bring two catties of dried noodles back, and give it to your brother tomorrow morning, he loves to eat it."

I wish MSI to be straightforward: "Okay." Grandma's willingness to let him participate in family affairs is also a sign of her beginning to agree.

Seeing his calm face, grandma thought that if her younger brother cared about her first when she saw her, she would have jumped up and demolished the house.

"Here's the money." Grandma said.

MSI Zhu refused: "I still have [-] left from the one I gave last time, which is enough."

When I went out, I saw a group of aunts and aunts gathering in the shade to pick vegetables and chat. Zhu Weixing wanted to avoid it, but an old man stopped him.

The old man was sitting in front of the carport with a small bench on his buttocks and a newspaper in his hand.

This scene was so familiar that Zhu Weixing slowed down and walked towards the back of the old man.When I probed, the newspaper was full of sports lottery tickets.

Zhu Weixing was stunned, then looked around, the dilapidated house, the characters in the alley, and the hot summer scene, full of sense of sight.

Why does it perfectly overlap with the dream a few days ago?Illusion or coincidence?

It doesn't necessarily mean that I have the ability to predict?Too funny.

Leaving aside the wild thoughts, Zhu Weixing thinks that it should be that this old man has the habit of sitting here to watch sports betting before.Those scenes in the dream, I wandered around in the antelope, saw Aunt Song saw the mahjong parlor, and saw the old lady picking vegetables in a bun in the same corridor, all of which were flashbacks of old memories in my brain, not strange powers.As for the unscientific situation of going to 407 to spy on private neighbors in the end, it is the absurd element of the dream.

Does this mean that I am slowly getting better?Is it possible to remember the forgotten past?However, when thinking of Zhu Liangliang's character, Zhu Weixing is not sure whether this is worth being happy.It's like a mental patient with split personality who has a normal sub-personality, but is afraid that the distorted main personality will come back and engulf him.

Mixed feelings.

Seeing Zhu Weixing staring blankly at his newspaper, the old man raised his head and smiled at him: "Weixing also bought a lottery ticket? What's the number? Grandpa Liang will read it for you."

MSI quickly shook her head: "No, just watch it, Grandpa."

After such a few steps, Aunt Song on the other side seized the opportunity.Across a fork in the road, Aunt Song, who was washing rice under the tent, called him from the air.

"Mixing, I heard that you fainted again two days ago? Is it okay? You should go to the hospital for an examination."

Sister-in-law Chen looked at him and said, "Yes, yes, the little bandit brought you back that day, and you paralyzed on top of him unconsciously. We were scared to death when we saw it, and your grandma was also scared to death."

"We should call an ambulance," said Aunt Song, obviously not the first time to review the alley news with everyone, and she still had a lot of opinions when she brought it up, "It's normal for young people like Jiang Yi to not understand, adults need to understand, I watched it on TV, and when I fainted from a concussion, I couldn’t talk to myself and hug me around, so I had to be sent to the hospital.”

"It's very expensive to call an ambulance, and you have to be able to enter the alley. Look at the mobile market that is blocked outside. When the car arrives at the door, everyone is cold." As a witness who witnessed it on the spot, Mrs. Chen spoke very well. Quan, "You didn't see it. At that time, the little bandit couldn't wake up after holding MSI back for a long time. Everyone was shocked. It's not that no one proposed to call 120. Everyone was coming up with ideas. But if they were afraid of traffic jams, Secondly, I asked for money, and thirdly, I was worried that there would be too little time, so in the end, Father Longlong rolled out his bicycles and said that it would be faster to deliver them by himself.”

"Then why didn't you give it away in the end?" Another Aunt Wang, who was plucking her hair with tweezers, listened with gusto, "Grandma Zhu is still reluctant to part with the money?"

"No wonder Grandma Zhu this time," Mrs. Chen suddenly lowered her voice, "It's the little bandit who was terribly anxious outside, but he was lucky enough to take him back to Zhu's house, saying that he couldn't die with a nonchalant expression on his face."

"How does he know he won't die? He's not a doctor, so you can joke about this." Aunt Song frowned.

"The little bandit said that he had seen a lot of this kind of fainting during training before, and he knew at a glance that it was physical exhaustion and heatstroke, and it would be good to sleep. Everyone didn't believe him, and he said that if MSI didn't wake up in a few hours, he would personally Take him to the hospital again, and pay for the medical expenses.” Mrs. Chen sighed helplessly. I'm back at Zhu's house. But it seems that the little bandit is right, Weixing is doing well now, and she has grown a little bit more flesh than when she just came back."

"This is an afterthought. If something really happens, how can the little bandit be so lawless all the time." Aunt Song disagreed and looked at MSI, "If you feel uncomfortable, go directly to him and ask him to buy it for you. Buy fruit for supplements, and Mrs. Chen will testify for you."

"Auntie Song!" Auntie Wang was on the sidelines, "It's fine if you cheat Mrs. Chen, she won you a day's grocery shopping in mahjong yesterday, but if you cheat MSI, you won't be on the road. He is in good health. You Don't let the little bandit scare him sick again."

"Actually, the little bandit is pretty good when he doesn't make trouble for others," Mrs. Chen unexpectedly changed her tone. "He can help people. You can see that he has been taking care of Xiaomeng's family for so many years. The few bad boys around him that day They all urged him to leave MSI alone, but he didn't respond. He carried him upstairs and waited until Aunt Jiao came back. Someone chased him into the alley."

Zhu Weixing listened silently for a while, a little surprised that there was such a lively follow-up after fainting that day, and even more surprised by Jiang Yi's generosity, to be honest, it was normal for him to throw himself on Yuzhou Street.

And these aunts and aunts in front of them are really concerned about their neighbors, and their gossip about their neighbors is also true.

Zhu Weixing said helplessly: "Thank you, auntie, I'm fine. I'm going to buy noodles for grandma, so I'm leaving first."

The aunts were stunned by his politeness, and then they realized that they had gone away.

Aunt Wang sighed to the young man's back: "It's really changed a lot. I can't forget the enthusiasm I used to play every day. I thought I was going to follow his father's old path, but I didn't expect it to be another person in just a few days. Obedient and polite, it's strange."

"If you really want to get rid of the evil and turn to the right, you can count on wishing grandma the best of all hardships. The child looks good, and he might be more promising than the little bandit in the future." Aunt Song said.

Grandpa Liang, who had been reading the newspaper with his head down, suddenly raised his head and said slowly, "What's the matter with Xiaoyi, I think Xiaoyi is fine, his mother hasn't been home these years, he supports himself by himself, and he also goes to college, so he takes so much money. With so many medals, how much glory has won us U City, and he looks like a first-class spirit, how many children are as good as him?"

"It used to be excellent, but now..." Aunt Wang hesitated to speak.

Grandpa Liang shook his head: "Honor is for a lifetime, regardless of the past or the present."

Several aunts looked at each other, and someone laughed: "If you want to say excellent, your family Yongli Yongfu is the best. No one in the alley is better at teaching children than your family, and there are two outstanding students in a row."

"Yeah, yeah, especially Yongfu, I'm just laughing if my grandson can have half of him."

Hearing these compliments, Grandpa Liang seemed to be just being polite, he laughed twice and then looked down at the newspaper.

……

Here, Zhu Weixing walked through the old buildings in Lingjiali, and took the flute box to the abandoned land in the middle section that had not been demolished.It is said that boxing is inseparable from hands and music is inseparable from mouth. Since I decided to continue practicing the flute, I have to spend time every day.With his current level of stumbling and the penetrating power of the flute, practicing in the alley will definitely disturb the people, Zhu Weixing can only find another place.I chose this place for a few days, 5 minutes away from home, no one and empty, it is a good place for solo.

I chose a place to stand under the concrete wall, Zhu Weixing opened the flute box, followed the tutorial, and cleaned the flute with cotton cloth and cleaning rods. Compared with the first time, the flute has seen its glory, but unfortunately the oxidized black part cannot be restored. up.

Zhu Weixing took advantage of this time to learn about the grades of flutes. According to the material, the worst is copper, then silver, and there are also some copper-silver alloys, generally ranging from several thousand to tens of thousands.His one is silver, about six to seven thousand, and it can be used by amateurs. It is horrible in the professional field, and it is easy to rust, not to mention that he has not taken care of it. If it is not limited by the conditions, the sound quality is really unbearable.

And better than silver is gold-silver alloy, then 14K gold, 24K gold, and finally platinum.A flute worth hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands is very common in the industry, and masters are more than a million. Different materials have different timbres, which is a world of difference that laymen can hear.Perhaps I wish MSI can own such a high-priced baby one day in a few years or decades. The premise is that he must persist and have money, but in the short term, don't dream.

Instead of taking out the whole flute, he only took the head of the flute, adjusted his posture, adjusted his breathing, and Zhu Weixing began to play.He had the basics but forgot most of them. In the process of regaining his muscle memory, he decided to treat himself as a beginner and learn from scratch.

This is actually very difficult for a half-baked student, even more difficult than a student with zero foundation. The good performance habits of the past are helpful, but the bad ones are misleading.It's like changing a picture with a color draft and adding color in different ways. Sometimes it is more troublesome than redrawing a picture.

The so-called "starting from the beginning" of the flute is really to start blowing from the head of the flute, split the flute, only blow the head of the flute, blow the head of the flute, and continue to blow it, which is the first step to success.What can be accomplished in a few days with the gifted, takes weeks or even months for most.I wish MSI can play the sound now, but he can't play it all the time to have a stable sound. He still needs to practice a lot.At the same time, attention should be paid to standing posture, balance, mouth shape, and breath. His flute journey has just begun.

I practiced intermittently and boringly for half an hour. The summer twilight was gradually sinking, and a piece of dark blue filled with layers of golden orange on the distant horizon, as if the clouds were delicately tie-dye, hazy the whole wasteland.

A muffled sound pulled Zhu Weixing out of his concentrated practice, and a fist-sized stone was smashed hard at Zhu Weixing's feet, splitting into two pieces on the ground!

Zhu Weixing was taken aback, looked around, and looked into the darkness behind her.After a while, I found a light flickering on the wall not far away.

So... there is someone sitting there all the time? !

The author has something to say:

Guess who's eavesdropping?

Someone has spent more than a dozen chapters, but there is actually a reason, and the next chapter will appear positively

PS: This article will have a little music part, a little bit, I am not a professional, I wrote it blindly, you don’t need to take it seriously