Epigenetic

Last time I told people not to post randomly, they really turned a blind eye to them, but Lai Yang was not happy: "Hey, I didn't even call my savior when I saw him, white-eyed wolf! I sent him to school for nothing."

Zhu MSI raised his eyes and put on a work attitude: "What to buy?"

Lai Yang wanted to speak, but someone around him was one step ahead of him.

Jiang Yi walked to the stall, scanned the bells and whistles on it, and said, "Buy breakfast."

Before Zhu Weixing could answer, the stall was kicked by the impatient Jiang Yi. The beautiful cake combination was shocked and lost the rules of placement, and the two cartons of milk were poured out.

Zhu Weixing straightened him up, ignoring the tall man who was looking for trouble in front of him, and only asked Guan Xiaoliang: "What to buy?"

Guan Xiaoliang looked at Jiang Yi, then at Zhu Weixing, but he didn't smile.

Zhu Weixing went to ask Lai Yang again.

"Uh..." Lai Yang straightened his temper, "Buy...buy eggs..."

"Huh?" Jiang Yi made a puzzled monotone.

"Buy milk!" Lai Yang corrected.

Zhu MSI: "Which kind?"

Lai Yang: "Coincidentally..."

Jiang Yi looked at him.

Lai Yang: "Original flavor!"

Zhu MSI: "It's there, take it yourself."

Lai Yang: "Okay..."

Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes.

Lai Yang: "What's so good!? We want the ones in this group."

Zhu MSI did not hesitate at all: "Okay, but it took me half an hour to pack these. If you want more, I also need this time to split them. If you don't mind waiting here for half an hour, it's no problem."

Lai Yang: "..."

At this point, the stupid Lai Yang also felt that something was wrong.How did you become a simultaneous interpreter?Are they segregated or what?Can't communicate directly and use him as a signal tower?And he also saw that the broom star deliberately ignored them, Old Jiang! ?Strange!

Zheng Zhaowen on the side also frowned, not understanding the phenomenon in front of him.

"There is a problem with your service attitude," Lai's Base Station questioned harshly, "You are not sincere to customers at all, and it is not in place."

Zhu Weixing nodded confidently: "Isn't this what you hoped for? You helped me yesterday, and I said I would repay you. After thinking about it, I don't think I can help you with my tiny ability. The only thing I can do It is to respond to your long-standing appeal to me, and to maintain sufficient social distance with people who should not be in contact. I will correct my evil ways, okay?"

"????" God damn it, when Zhu Weixing's soul asked, Lai Yang was confused and wanted to refute, but felt reasonable, especially the other party's tone was sincere and serious, without any sense of irony.

He exchanged glances with Guan Xiaoliang, then looked at the "person who shouldn't be in contact", and found that Jiang Yi had a wonderful expression, with a smile on his mouth, his eyes were curved, his teeth were biting, and his jaw line was sharp. Anyone who knew him well knew that this I'm upset.

This sense of aggrieved feeling that there is no reason to justify it is very understandable. When he was worried that this stall would not only be copied, but also that the four walls would be smashed down, Jiang Yi suddenly suppressed his anger and smiled at Lai Yang: " Tell him, I want all the milk in the package, let him unpack it, let's go to another place to have breakfast, and come back in half an hour to get it." After speaking, he turned and went to the soup dumpling stand.

Jiang Yi was only a little embarrassed but had no energy to deal with the other party?Surprised by Lai Jiji, he immediately conveyed the message, but Zhu Weixing didn't overreact. Lai Yang followed Jiang Yi with Guan Xiaoliang in a delicate mood.

Stay behind Zheng Zhaowen who quietly looks at Zhu Weixing and Jiang Yi thoughtfully.

……

Before eight o'clock, Jiang Yi and others went to school.

As soon as he entered the training hall, someone yelled that a girl was looking for Jiang Yi, and the one from U Arts next door was very beautiful.

This is not surprising, the proportion of handsome men in the Sports Institute is slightly higher than that of other schools, and many people are favored by beautiful women.But no boy can compare with Jiang Yi, his performance is phenomenal among the seniors in the sports academy of all ages.But he himself doesn't care, it's not that he doesn't care, it's that he doesn't care that he doesn't care about love at all, no matter how beautiful he is, he is not interested.

Like now, even if the people around him were excited, Jiang Yi just turned a deaf ear and walked in.

Lai Yang was following him with a carton of milk on his shoulders. Before he could put it down, a hunk rushed over and stabbed him in the waist.

"Hurry up, Lai, don't go to the playground and start running. Today, you have six sets of 400 and two sets of 1000. You haven't practiced yet. Lao Ning just called his name. We didn't hide it for you. The old man has already smashed it. Two dumbbells."

Fear flashed across Lai Yang's face, holding the milk and lifting it up, he looked at Jiang Yi foolishly.

Jiang Yi turned to the door.

The macho lamented, "It's too late."

I saw a little old man limping from a distance, with a smile on his face, looking very kind.But before he got close, he kicked Lai Yang's ass hard with his weak lame leg!

Such a tall boy flew more than one meter away in a daze, hit the floor for a long time and couldn't get up, spilled milk all over the floor.

There was a moment of silence, and the atmosphere was tense, only the smiling eyes projected from all directions revealed the gloating in the hearts of the people around.

"what……"

Lai Yang couldn't hold back howling in pain, but bit his lips as soon as he said it, and didn't dare to yell again.He stood up tremblingly, and timidly peeked at the old man.

"Three weeks of summer training, how many days have you been here?"

"Yesterday's physical training was the same, where are you?"

"Run back and forth at 06:30 this morning, what time is it?"

The old man was still smiling, and kindly asked questions one after another, speaking slowly, but he was full of anger when he heard the pronunciation.

"I can't make it to the national round of championships and championships, I can't go to the city, and you don't want to participate in the fucking district? Are you going to win a silver medal in the school sports meeting and use it as a family heirloom?"

"I'm wrong, Lao Ning..." Lai Yang was sensible and quickly admitted his mistake, "I'll make it up right away, right away."

Lao Ning said: "Single leg, knee tuck, walking, leapfrog, practice triple times. Ten sets of sprints, four sets of long-distance running, [-] sets each of air strikes and actual combat. If you can't finish it in one day, you can double it tomorrow. , when will it return to normal rhythm."

These words made Lai Yang almost tremble, "I know... I know."

After people left, Lao Ning turned to look at Jiang Yi in the corner.

The old man stopped smiling, and glanced over in vain: "If I don't practice, I will mess up my classmates. Do you think everyone is as disabled as you?" After saying that, he limped away.

The macho man was left behind and whispered worriedly: "Brother Yi..."

Although he knew that he wouldn't take it seriously because of Jiang Yi's friendship with Lao Ning, but every time Lao Ning got mad and stabbed people with this word, they couldn't laugh immediately, always worried that they would really hurt Jiang Yi.

Lao Ning is an outlier in the courtyard.The children who come here have more or less had a love for sports, but three points are consumed by difficult bottleneck injuries, three points are swaying in the reality of an unknown future, and three points are lost in the chaotic world. There is no point in continuing to work hard.

The Sports Institute is the first place where sports school students and specialty students settle down after a long and arduous journey.It would be great if a small number of students can maintain basic training and find a way out after being admitted. More people choose to indulge and find the lost chic life. Who really depends on professional athletes for a living?

Ninety percent of the characteristic colleges and universities are similar, and there will always be only one-point people who come here and still stick to their original dreams, continue to demand themselves with strict and ridiculously high standards, and are unwilling to give up.

Lao Ning is that kind of person, unlike other teachers who are laissez-faire, love to practice but not practice, and self-conscious. The old man tortured a group of overage teenagers with the routine of the sports school every day when he was full.Limit food and play, knowing that it would be nice to have a national reserve player here, and other trainings for death and physical training can't get a positive number, but they still use the posture of "Sanda King" to train them one by one.The more I think about it, the more annoyed I become, the more annoyed I become, the angrier I get, and when I am angry, I will feel moved that I don't want to admit.

How precious it is to have someone who you have given up on yourself but who still hasn't given up on you.

Everyone in the Sanda class has such a person, no matter how rubbish they are.But Jiang Yi didn't. Lao Ning, whom he respected the most, had already given up on him.

Fortunately, Jiang Yi just scratched the center of his eyebrows, and didn't take it to heart like the wind in his ears.

The hunk quickly changed the subject: "Brother Yi, I'm thirsty."

Jiang Yi glared at him sideways, looked at the milk all over the floor, bent down to pick up a bag and put it in his pocket, and said generously, "Take it, half of it is divided."

"What about the other half?" the hunk asked.

Jiang Yi raised his chin towards the door: "Send it to the old man, he loves to kick people so much, his legs and feet are lacking in calcium, and his bones are flashing back and forth."

"Hey!" The macho replied with a smile.

Many men who had been staring at this place for a long time also ran over to pick them up happily.

"Brother Wing Wing is generous!"

"Is there another beauty who gave Brother Yi a dowry?"

"Why did Lao Jiang think of buying this today?" the hunk asked curiously, sucking on the pipe.

Jiang Yi found himself lying down on the wooden bench in the training room, his expression was as stinky as ever, but his long legs were swaying triumphantly.

"Because whoever spends the money is the uncle."

Jiang Yi was in a good mood when he thought of the appearance of a certain little boss unwillingly obeying the orders of the money-spinner and spending half an hour taking out the milk and offering it obediently.

It’s just that the old man doesn’t seem to know, the little boss just pretended to disassemble a few combinations, and the rest were all taken from other boxes. Anyway, they won’t count the unpacked packages. After the old man left, they continued to sell the packaged ones. cake milk.

Two do not delay.

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With the launch of a new product, and someone making a fuss, I wish MSI's turnover today is the highest since he opened the store.When the stall closed, the small cakes were basically sold out.

Yesterday, the monitor informed the professional teacher that he wanted to meet him, and Zhu Weixing went to 709 of the school's music building with his flute box.

Arrived 10 minutes earlier, but the teacher didn't come, so a girl came first.Coincidentally, it was the short-haired girl sitting next to Zhu Weixing at the opening ceremony.

The girl was surprised, and after a moment of stiff expression, she chose the farthest seat and sat down, as if she didn't want to get involved with Zhu Weixing.

In addition to theoretical courses, [-]% of the music performance majors in U Arts are professional instrumental music courses, and [-]% of the professional courses are small courses.There are no more than three students in the class, and sometimes one-on-one teaching directly.Therefore, instrumental music teachers almost play a decisive role in their college career.A famous teacher may not produce a good student, but a few teachers who are blind can surely bring good students to harm.To put it bluntly, [-]% of college music dogs point to professional teachers to live, and no one can offend him.

Zhu Weixing, who learned about this information through the Internet and the circle of classmates, feels bad about it.Because of Zhu Liangliang's unscrupulousness in the past, she was afraid that she had offended the teacher.Both grandma and the counselor mentioned that he was absent from class, and he couldn't find the phone number of his professional teacher after searching his mobile phone.The notice to come to the door has to be through the class monitor. The class monitor does not learn the flute, and the monitor plays the violin.However, my current professional level is in a mess, and my entire future is uncertain.

While thinking about it, he glanced at the girl not far away, and found that the other party was also quietly looking at him, and immediately turned his eyes away from Zhu Weixing.

Zhu Weixing rubbed her fingers on the flute box, and suddenly said: "Hi, I would like to ask, our flute teacher is named Chen?" There is no professional teacher information written on the schedule.

The girl nodded inexplicably.

Zhu Weixing: "Thank you, then...which song to practice now?"

It's been a long time since I came to school. I forgot the teacher's name and what did I learn?Don't you even forget how to play the flute?

The girl resisted not rolling her eyes: "I didn't go to class with you before, so how would I know which song you practiced. Anyway, I'm practicing "Dance of the Goat"." The tone was bad, but she couldn't help revealing a little pride.

I wish MSI has the memory of this song, it's not simple, but I'm still playing the flute... I don't know how many years behind others.

disaster.

It was even worse when he took out the flute and prepared it for cleaning. His flute was shiny and shiny, and it was full of texture at first glance, but his flute was so stained and mottled that it looked cheap and pitiful.

The current Zhu Weixing will not feel inferior because of the poor material, but in terms of professional issues, aside from the price defect, his instrument has become like this due to lack of good maintenance. It is his dereliction of duty, Zhu Weixing should be ashamed.

After waiting for almost 10 minutes, a man finally walked in outside the door, in his 30s, not tall, wearing glasses, looking very gentle, he looked like a literary and art worker.

Zhu Weixing stood up with the girl and shouted: "Teacher Chen."

Chen Zhou Teacher Chen smiled at the girl, but glanced at Zhu Weixing lightly.

Zhu MSI said: Sure enough.

"Lu Xiaoai," Teacher Chen sat down and called the girl's name, and then ordered an etude for her to play. This is returning to class, that is, checking homework.

Zhu Weixing also knows this etude, and knows that it is difficult.And Lu Xiaoai played very well, with a long and steady breath, graceful and stretched posture, full of emotions, smooth and complete performance, and Zhu Weixing one by one.He finished listening quietly, and then listened to Mr. Chen's analysis and explanation. He used professional words and strict requirements. Zhu Weixing couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

After half an hour, Teacher Chen looked over.

"Are you willing to come to class?" It was sarcasm as soon as he said it.

"I heard from your teacher Xia that you hurt your head so much that you forgot how to play the flute?" Teacher Chen cut to the chase, but then laughed, "You're filming TV? Life is like a play, isn't it?"

Lu Xiaoai beside her cast a horrified look, Zhu Weixing remained silent.

Teacher Chen flipped through the page, his tone was gentle, but his words were cold: "Your teacher Xia, let me give you a chance to start over and spend your time teaching from the beginning. But... I don't believe your messy and bizarre experiences. Because you are not an honest student, nor a serious student. Lying, truancy, disrupting classroom discipline, and bad criminal records are too numerous to list. Besides, even if it is true, I don’t have the effort and responsibility. I teach college students. Teach kindergarten, and also do enlightenment education."

"But as a teacher, I always have to teach you something. I want you to come today, and I personally want to give you some advice. That is, you should give up this major directly and switch to other studies or study theory. Don't waste the teacher's time , and your own time."

When the words fell, Chen Zhou, who was prepared for a fierce reaction from the other party, only listened to a calm question.

Zhu MSI: "Do you think I can't learn?"

"It's not a problem whether you can learn it or not, and it's not important." Teacher Chen kept looking at the score in front of him, even giving it a stingy look, "I'll be straightforward, and if your excuse for amnesia is true, you Practice from scratch? People learn minuet and small concerto, how about you? Have you blown the flute head? Have you practiced the long note? Even if you know it well, being able to go through the scene at the gala is probably your graduation level. Yes Significance? Not to mention the professional route, it is difficult to be a tutor.”

"Why, do you think the words are not pleasing to the ear?" Teacher Chen, who hadn't answered, finally raised his head, and met a pair of calm eyebrows unexpectedly, neither panic nor anger, neither rush nor bitterness, almost indifferent.Sometimes the indifference of the audience can make the speaker more dissatisfied than the attitude of disapproval.

As expected, Teacher Chen's face became colder: "Faithful words are hard to hear, I hope you have enough self-knowledge. With your professional level, occupying a performance major in the art academy, it was fine before, but now it is still suitable? Students who fail the exam will not be fair? Even if you have a high self-esteem and think that you are worthy of continuing to study, but in this classy circle, survive this wave, and with your talents, can you survive the next wave? "

As he spoke, his eyes glanced over Zhu Weixing's old flute, his eyes were contemptuous, and the meaning behind his words was clear.

If it were a weak-minded or weak student who was scolded so mercilessly by the teacher, his dignity would have been swept away and he would be speechless to continue. Even Lu Xiaoai couldn't bear to frown, and looked at Zhu Weixing sympathetically.

Zhu Weixing is still sitting upright, her back is not bent because of a little self-restraint, her eyes are straightforward, and she looks at the teacher in front of her without hiding.He didn't refute himself, didn't speak boldly, let alone insult and accuse, he just said something lightly.

"I paid my tuition."

However, Mr. Chen thought it was another provocation, and he had nothing to fear.

He stood up and pointed to the door: "So what if I paid the tuition fee, I have the right to teach students who I think are worthy of being taught. If you want to learn, you can find someone else, anyway, I can't teach. Now, immediately, immediately, get out of here!" "

He raised his voice, and there was no one in the corridor, but the classrooms in the music building were small and crowded, and the door was not closed. The sound went out, like dust in a windy day, blowing up the sky and covering the sky.

Being expelled like this, there is no need for MSI to stay any longer.He tidied up his things, and under Chen Zhou's angry gaze and Lu Xiaoai's pity gaze, he picked up the flute box and walked out.

After traveling a long distance, I could still hear Chen Zhou reprimanding me: "I forgot my surname, I forgot how to play the flute, but I still can't forget my eyes, disrespect and eloquence! No rules and no manners!"

Walking out of the music building and passing by the small square, Zhu Weixing stood in front of the Skylark sculpture for a while.

On the side of the stone tablet is engraved with Czerny's famous sentence "Catch up with the future, grasp its essence, and transform the future into the present". Zhu Weixing sighed softly when he saw it.

……

I didn't have a full class, and the time to go home was much earlier than expected.Zhu Weixing carried the remaining teaching materials in one hand, and walked in the door holding the cake he bought from a small supermarket in the other.

The explanation for grandma's early return is that "the time of the small class conflicts with other students and needs to be readjusted."

Grandma didn't ask any more questions, she just nodded, and after a while told her, "Be careful and listen to the teacher."

Zhu Weixing paused while bending over to change shoes, then raised her head with a smile on her face: "I know."

When I entered the room, I wanted to take a nap, but turned over twice and fell to the ground again.It was supposed to be playing the flute at this time, but today Zhu Weixing was a little discouraged.

Sitting at the desk, I was stunned, only to realize that the sun was setting to the west.

He looked up to see the sky outside the window, but he saw a tall figure lying on the opposite bed. His arms and legs were too long to fit in the bed, and one arm was directly hanging on the ground.

This person is at home?Didn't you carry a carton of milk to school in the morning and come back so soon?

Jiang Yi had a cigarette in his mouth, his head and face completely hidden in the shadows.Zhu Weixing could only see the bright scarlet flame of the cigarette butt and did not fall asleep.

I wish Weixing would encounter this posture every few days, either staring at the ceiling and smoking a cigarette, or staring at the ceiling in a daze, sometimes even lying dead for a day without doing anything, young and mature, full of thoughts.However, when he came to outsiders, he suddenly changed, and it was the face of the lender who pulled the world twenty thousand miles out of the bottom of the sea again.

But today, Zhu Weixing is not qualified to judge others. His aura is inexplicably similar to Jiang Yi, and he feels a sense of sympathy.

Turning on the computer, Zhu Weixing ordered a string ensemble to play, which was the version created by Schubert in his early years.I wanted to be a fill-in background, but I was fascinated by it.

Schubert had a miserable life, poverty bound his hands and feet, and illness crushed his future.He likes music, but because of his humble background, he couldn't get an orthodox education. He created remarkable achievements through self-study with his extraordinary talent, but he fell under the ills at the highlight moment and died young.

This is true for geniuses, let alone mortals like them.

But Zhu MSI still remembers that Schubert said that the music that brought endless joy to the world is exactly what he wrote in endless pain.

Life kisses me with pain and I return it with song.

The sound of the violin is like a wisp of smoke, swirling around the house, and flying through the thin screen window to the far end, bringing away the youthful melancholy and disappointment in the song.But as I listened gradually, I felt different postures again, like seeds under the dust, sprouts in the breeze, vitality after the rain, and flowers in spring.

The person on the opposite side also seemed to be aware of it, and looked at each other hastily with Zhu Weixing and then looked away.

One doesn't look up, the other doesn't speak. The two are silent to each other in the quiet music. They are in two spaces, but they listen to each other in a wonderful tacit understanding, just like a wordless soul resonance.