Epigenetic

It was the flute class again, and the time was not changed or postponed, so Zhu Weixing and Lu Xiaoai waited in the music building on time.

The orchestra department did not recruit new teachers to join, and the two guessed that one of the old ones would come over to take over the class, but the person who entered the door was unexpected and reasonable.

Tall and elegant, young and promising, his movements and speech are slow, and he seems lazy.

It was Xuan Lang.

Xuan Lang took a copy of "Kohler Etude" and sat down, put his legs up and smiled: "Why are you so surprised? Do you need to introduce yourself?"

Zhu Weixing knows that, as a direct disciple of Hai Ying Hai, Xuan Lang is a legendary figure in U Arts, because he used to only teach electronic music classes with a very small number of places, and he often appeared in the equipment room, so it was difficult for others to see him. Don't talk about stealing a teacher.

And such a character would come to be their flute teacher, and Lu Xiaoai was also flattered by her side.The fairly calm little girl hesitated for a long while without saying a word.

Zhu MSI asked politely: "The teacher still needs to take piano lessons? Is the time ok?"

Xuan Lang waved his hands indifferently: "That lesson is for Jiang Lai, but I won't teach it anymore, he plays too badly."

Is Jiang Lai worse?

These words made people tremble.

"You don't have to worry," Xuan Lang seemed to find the students nervous, and kindly comforted them, "I'm so sloppy on the piano that I can dislike others, but my flute level is rubbish. If it weren't for the fact that there is no substitute in the school, it wouldn't be my turn to be superficial. I’m here to teach you. Because I’m poor, I won’t scold you, don’t worry, we’ll make progress together.”

But this is only a little superficial. After Lu Xiaoai opened her mouth to warm up, she tapped the linkage button next to her middle finger and pointed out: "There is a leak there."

Lu Xiaoai was at a loss: "Huh? I... I just went to maintain it last week."

"Maybe the piano store didn't find out," Xuan Lang said indifferently, "give me the hairpin on your head, and I'll adjust it for you."

After scratching and twisting on the human flute, he also warned: "In a hurry, you can't do this when you go home by yourself. It's a huge mistake."

Two students: "..."

While repairing the flute for Lu Xiaoai, Xuan Lang asked Zhu Weixing to return to class.Listening to the boy playing, Xuan Lang had a delicate expression.

The sound of Lu Xiaoai's flute is so beautiful that Xuan Lang can't escape it. Zhu Weixing thought that he was going to criticize his cheap instrument, but Xuan Lang began to point out Zhu Weixing's lack of skills one by one.Fingering, volume, dynamics, balance... harsh and careful, gentle and strict.

"Of course, the most important thing is what I mentioned to you, breath, your breath is too insufficient, your physique is too poor, and it is not enough to practice abdominal breathing alone, you should either eat more or exercise."

Zhu Weixing didn't let him down, Xuan Lang just mentioned a few points in many places, and he was able to draw inferences from one instance and trace the source.In addition to discussing techniques, Xuan Lang would also ask him about the meaning of the song, and Zhu Weixing would express his understanding of the passage in the chapter to him, often making Xuan Lang frown in thought.

For the three-hour class, it was the first time that Zhu Weixing had so much knowledge stuffed into his brain, and after the end, he felt a feeling of fullness, accumulated in his chest, as if he was full.Lu Xiaoai packed up and left, Zhu Weixing was still cleaning the flute.

Xuan Lang walked to his side and smiled.

Zhu Weixing raised his head and said sincerely: "Thank you, teacher."

Xuan Lang looked at him quietly, and just about to speak, a person rushed in rashly from outside the door.Grabbing Zhu Weixing's shoulder, he shouted, "Tingzhi! I finally found you!"

With his back to the door, Zhu Weixing froze.

Seeing the person coming, Xuan Lang slapped his hand away, and scolded with a smile: "Come to U Yi to listen to the nonsense, I didn't use a broom to kick you out, it's enough benevolence, what's the matter, dare to go to the music building to make trouble?"

The person who came was actually Lou Zhaoyang who only met once yesterday.Then the tall guy saw Xuan Lang's smiling face but his legs gave way, he quickly backed away, looked back at Zhu Weixing, and immediately apologized with an awkward smile.

"No, I'm sorry, I mistook the person..." Lou Zhaoyang wanted to say that the person I was looking for was too similar to your back, but when Zhu Weixing got up, he found that the person was thin and thin, and he was very similar to the person he was looking for. Much worse.

Hearing Lou Zhaoyang's call, Jiang Lai, who hurried over, was also dazed. He rushed up and beat Lou Zhaoyang several times, blaming him: "Where's Ting Zhi? Did he run away when he saw you?"

"Why did he see me running, I saw him running, right, that ancestor!" Lou Zhaoyang shouted, "I just recognized the wrong person."

Jiang Lai also saw Zhu Weixing, and couldn't believe it: "Weixing is Weixing, Tingzhi is Tingzhi, how do you look like it? You can still admit your mistake after watching it for 20 years from childhood to adulthood, go see an ophthalmologist!"

Xuan Lang heard them quarreling for a long time, and interrupted: "It's getting dark, why are you looking for He Tingzhi at this time? What's the situation?"

Jiang Lai flinched and smiled: "Uh...he...he..."

"Huh?" Xuan Lang was puzzled, retreated a little lazily, and immediately asked Jiang Lai to tell the truth.

"Tingzhi heard what Brother Xuan said, so he insisted on coming to U Art to attend classes. Two days ago, he started wandering around the music building every day at this time, as if he was looking for someone. He was inexplicably dazed."

Xuan Lang didn't react much, but Zhu Weixing who was beside him seemed startled.

At this moment, Jiang Lai's phone rang, and he picked it up, with a pleasant surprise on his face: "Tingzhi? You're downstairs? Okay... we're coming down now, just wait."

After hanging up the phone, he smiled shyly at Xuan Lang: "The person has been found, he was in the concert hall just now, haha, we made a mistake."

"Why do you make such a fuss about him. Xuan Lang knocked him on the head.

Jiang Lai stooped to dodge, and after waving to Zhu Weixing to say hello, he dragged Lou Zhaoyang downstairs in a hurry.

Xuan Lang turned his head and found that Zhu Weixing had walked to the window and was staring outside.

Xuan Lang also walked over, and saw a figure standing vaguely by the flower bed downstairs of Music, tall and handsome, but unfortunately he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

Zhu Weixing stared at that place for a long time, and asked: "The teacher once mentioned that there is a person very similar to me...is it him?"

Xuan Lang chuckled: "How come? Ting Zhi is just a big fool."

Seeing that Jiang Lai had already arrived downstairs, he walked out of the school side by side with the figure beside the flower bed.Zhu Weixing watched them off, and then asked: "What kind of person is that person...?"

Xuan Lang was silent for two seconds, and said, "A person who is excellent but lives a very tiring life."

Zhu Weixing tightened her fingers on the window rail: "Did he pass away? When?"

Sadness flashed across Xuan Lang's eyes: "It's been four years."

Four years...

Zhu Weixing didn't lower his head until he could no longer see the figure downstairs, picked up his flute bag and left.

Xuan Lang suddenly stopped him: "Weixing."

I wish MSI back.

Xuan Lang suppressed the smile on his face, and his expression was rarely serious: "Although your skills are still immature, but...you are one of the students with the best sense of music I have ever seen. No matter what you are good at or what you want to learn, Don't waste it, don't give up, don't live up to your talent."

Zhu Weixing looked at the teacher's sincere eyes and nodded: "OK."

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The next day, Zhu Weixing wanted to take the repaired silver car, and took the new Wuling from the auto repair shop to Rongji at the north gate of the school.

The new and second-hand bread that can seat six people is first launched at Chuchu, with Ah Pen at the helm.The co-pilot was supposed to sit in Jiang Yi, but when he got in the car, his butt tilted and he went to the back row.

When Zhu Weixing arrived, only the back row and Lai Yang were left empty, he hesitated for a second, and sat next to Jiang Yi.

When A Pen passed through the alley at twenty miles per hour, he was insulted by Jiang Yi.

"I can go down and climb faster than you can drive."

A Pen refused to accept: "I have a new car, who can afford it if it is scratched in this alley? And isn't there a traffic jam in front?"

Guan Xiaoliang, the co-pilot, leaned out to look around: "Someone moved? Or is it going in? Building No. [-]?"

Lai Yang looked up and bluffed: "Let me see, let me see, which unlucky ghost in this poor place has fallen into the fire pit again?"

But when they noticed the people getting out of the car, they all stopped talking, and there was a moment of silence in the car.

Zhu Weixing also saw it, but he didn't know her. He only knew that it was a white-haired, yellow-skinned and thin woman who was being helped and slowly walked towards Building No. [-].

Looking at it, Zhu Weixing seems to have guessed the other party's identity again.

Zhu Weixing went to the room she walked into, in the middle of the night, with Jiang Yi.

Room 4102, Meng's house.

The woman is Xu Danqin, Meng Ji's mother.

Seeing a person standing beside the car, Zhu Weixing pushed down the window and nodded to him.

Police officer Xiao Zhang saw Zhu Weixing and the bandit army in the car, and almost asked him if he was hijacked by bad boys. Fortunately, a red light flashed in his mind. On the ground, without using his hand, he endured the injury and carried the man upstairs himself.Police officer Xiao Zhang swallowed back what he shouldn't have said in time.

I only explained the current situation to Zhu Weixing: "Mother Meng's nursing home was a private nursing home, and the money couldn't keep up, so I had to transfer it out. We plan to transfer her to the public one, but the number of good public ones in U City is very tight. Those who have subsidies have to queue up. During the transitional period, they have to go home and live, which should not be long, a month or two at most."

No money?

Zhu Weixing was surprised. I remember that the neighbor and He Ling both mentioned that Jiang Yi was paying for the nursing home where Meng's mother lived, so now he...

Glancing quietly at the people around him, seeing that Jiang Yi was unaware and turning a deaf ear, he continued to play the game, and then went to look at the people in the front seat. Lai Yang and Zheng Zhaowen also looked surprised, obviously not knowing the ins and outs, A Pen and Guan Xiaoliang, one watching the sky, One looked at the ground and pretended to be stupid to the end.

I wish MSI understood.

Jiang Yi and Meng Ji had no relatives and no reason at all, and the Meng family should be content with having his helpers for so many years.No one can ask Jiang Yi to be responsible to the end, not to mention that no one in the Meng family appreciates it.Liang Yongfu is right, some lives, some responsibilities, before we can afford them, even kindness is a burden.

Seeing Zhu Weixing's complex expression, it was Xiao Zhang, the police officer who comforted him: "It's okay, the neighborhood committee sends people to watch her every day, and Meng's mother is much more stable than before, simple self-care is no problem."

After Officer Xiao Zhang finished speaking, the woman glanced here.She should be able to see Jiang Yi in the car.The woman, however, only had a calm face, without any extreme emotions, and followed the auntie of the neighborhood committee into the door.

Mother Meng had very few things, so she waited another 5 minutes before the moving company left, and Ah Pen was on the road again.

The atmosphere in the car was a bit delicate, and no one spoke for a long time.

It was Lai Yang who broke the silence, but it is better not to say such things that are blind.

He asked curiously, "Brother Yi, who has become your exclusive little slave?"

The co-pilot Guan Xiaoliang was about to light a cigarette when he heard that the lighter almost burned his hands: "Fuck, the sun is bright in broad daylight, what kind of sexual question are you asking?"

Lai Yang: "???" No, he is very serious.

Lai Yang added innocently: "Brother Yi said it himself."

Zhu MSI: "..."

Seeing that Jiang Yi had no intention of clarification, and was still playing games with his legs swaying, but a third of the eyes in the car glanced at him inexplicably, Zhu Weixing turned his eyes and opened his mouth to help himself.

He asked everyone: "Can I go to your gym to exercise?"

Everyone's attention was diverted instantly, and even Jiang Yi, who was playing games, raised his head.

Zhu Weixing explained: "The teacher said that I need to improve my physical fitness, but our school playground is used to pile up building materials. I want to find a better place. The plastic track in the sports academy is very professional. Can students from other schools be allowed to practice?"

A few seconds later, Lai Yang started to sneer: "You...you? Want to practice with us? Are you a gym at the door? You can get in just by being a member?"

Zhu Weixing heard that he was full of contempt, but did not retreat: "No?"

Lai Yang laughed even harder: "Of course, you can start as a gold diamond member, get an internal referral online, and a full-time staff to accompany you, you can come. Don't understand? In short, strangers enter the school at their own risk of disability."

Seeing Zhu Weixing's doubts, Zheng Zhaowen, who has been silent all the time, explained: "All the venues of the sports institute are tense, and they are usually used by fixed groups. Random entry will cause conflicts, especially if they are outsiders."

It turns out that Zhu Weixing suddenly felt that he was abrupt, and he thought about it too. It would be unimaginable if a random person from the sports institute came to their U Art concert hall to play and play randomly.

Just as he was about to dismiss his thoughts, Guan Xiaoliang in the front seat smiled and waved his hands: "It's not that exaggerated. I don't know about other places. We have few rules there, and you can run away with an acquaintance."

Lai Yang couldn't believe it: "Since when did your track and field team be so generous? Didn't you start to grab the runway just last month?"

Guan Xiaoliang insulted him gently: "You bastard, where did you hear the rumors, slandering our inclusive and loving team."

Lai Yang: "???"

Lai Yang: "So you want to bring him into school?"

Guan Xiaoliang glanced at the rearview mirror, biting a cigarette and giggling unfathomably: "I think so, but I'm afraid I won't get the wheel."