Epigenetic

The sun and the moon passed, and it was January in a blink of an eye. The cold wind blew several layers of coolness, and U City entered the deep winter.

Zhu Weixing turned out down jackets to wear. Zhu Liangliang’s clothes are mostly bright colors, and the ski jacket is not surprising. The eye-catching cool mint green is matched with Zhu Weixing’s fair skin and cold face. The eyes can be frozen and shivered, and it is not a blessing that ordinary people can enjoy.

After entering the school and sitting next to Jiang Lai who was wearing a pink down jacket, Zhu Weixing heard someone in the back row say that there were two macarons in the class.

When Xuan Lang entered the door, he threw out the content of the electronic music exam for this semester when he opened his mouth. He chose a famous song and programmed changes. He made a piece of title music with a theme and a core.Those without equipment can use the school computer room, and the equipment room is open from time to time.

This task is difficult to say, for a veteran like Jiang Lai, it is not easy to say, but for a rookie like Zhu Weixing.

Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Lai heard it, he said that he had already chosen the song.Zhu Weixing asked him which song, and he said it was called "Bonfire", which was another popular song.

When asked who it belongs to, Jiang said that the Nuo Dance Club is not for dancing, but a rock band, which is very unpopular. "

Zhu MSI seems to be aware of it: "Is the previous song "Dream" also theirs?"

Jiang Lai nodded, showing his fanciful face: "I love them so much, but it's a pity that they released an album in the early years, and now they have disbanded."

The tune was chosen, but Jiang Lai hated writing music copywriting the most, so Zhu Weixing had no idea, so the two went to the library together.

U Art's library is particularly dilapidated, as the students complained on the forum, the school has money to repair the Gregorian calendar building, but has no time to repair the library's air conditioner.Half of the ten sets were broken, and the whole reading room was frozen like a large refrigerator. No wonder there were so few people.

As soon as he got there, Jiang Lai went straight to the selection of hundreds of excellent essays.I wish MSI has no goals, and walks among the rows of bookshelves, looking for inspiration.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on one corner, he paused, and reached out to pull out a book.

"Lan Zixun's Heart - Autobiography of Hong Zixun"

Haiying's only female student, the most prestigious young female pianist in China, is extremely talented and is regarded as an idol by many musicians. Zhu Weixing has also been known for a long time.Different from her ex-husband's life after her death, which was lavishly consuming and hyping her for copyright fees, this book was published in the form of a diary written by her during her lifetime, recording Hong Zixun's short and vigorous life.

Zhu Weixing found a shelter from the wind and sat down, slowly flipping through the pages.

Like the enlightenment path of many gifted children, Hong Zixun has been extremely intelligent since he was a child, and he joined a famous teacher early on, won many domestic awards, and received countless praises.But learning art is never easy. The first three chapters are full of boring but precious and unforgettable piano practice time in her childhood.

There are two names that frequently appear in her diary, and Hong Zixun calls them Dawang and Xiaowang.Da Wang is five years younger than her, and Xiao Wang is six years younger than her. Judging from the description, they live in a corner and share meals at the same table. Referring to Hong Zixun's growth environment, they should be her juniors or sisters.

In Hong Zixun's description, both the king and the king have extraordinary talents, even far surpassing him. Unfortunately, one is lazy and the other is weak.

"In the morning, I competed with the king, and I didn't learn to mention small words. Naturally, I lost. I washed him an apple to pay off the debt. He asked me to put it on his mouth, and wanted to eat it while sleeping. In the end, he was stuck by the apple core." live, but he is too lazy to throw up at all! I just sat there and watched him chew up the apple core and swallow it. I told Dawang that he was lucky to be my 340th after the porter and cleaning aunt in the musical instrument store. Five admired lazy people."

"Today, my husband asked us about our future career goals. I wrote about pianists and teachers. I saw that Dawang also wrote about teachers. He reluctantly added a violinist. He just learned from me because he was too lazy to think about it. Teacher is a very good job. After being a porter of knowledge, the king silently set this goal. I knew that a person who is too lazy to move the piano stool and can squat to play the piano would be willing to carry other things?"

The diary uses witty and humorous words, and records the trivial daily life of schooling among teachers and brothers.Let Zhu MSI look inexplicably involved.

It's just that compared to the teasing and teasing of the king, her positive descriptions of Xiao Wang are actually very few, mostly, I guess how Xiao Wang is, I heard what my husband said about Xiao Wang, and how suitable Xiao Wang is today.It seems that Xiao Wang appears in the piano room less frequently and is in poor health. Hong Zixun used "the white camellia blooming in the rain, I am afraid that no matter how strong the wind is, it will blow him off" to describe Xiao Wang who is not so strong. The words are full of regret and love.

Hong Zixun said: "I don't hear him play much, the only few times are when he is in good health. He plays Schumann and Chopin very beautifully, but I like hearing him play Mendelssohn the most... Nothing The little prince who is carefree and regarded as a treasure cannot be more suitable for him."

"I want to recite the score! I want to recite the score! Which unscrupulous media created me with a photographic memory! Kill my hard work on the score night and night!? It is the king who does not recite the score, because he is lazy! Xiao Wang does not Back! He really has an unforgettable memory!"

"I can memorize everything by sight-reading once, and the practice time is only half of mine. The technique is just a bit behind me, and I am not only good at one instrument. Compared with him, I am a genius."

"But geniuses are always treated harshly by fate, which makes me firmly believe that mortals may be happier."

Seeing this, Jiang Lai came over, holding a "Copywriting Bible" in his hand, and seeing that Zhu Weixing was going to borrow this book, he showed a surprised expression.

"You just read Teacher Hong's book? It's so written that I can almost recite it."

Zhu Weixing couldn't hold back and asked: "Can the king really squat and play the piano?"

Jiang Lai smiled and bent over: "Yes, he has never learned anything in his life. Although he is usually lazy, his foot is super stable, and he has practiced horse stance since he was a child. My brother said that he asked Mr. Hai to learn music, and he asked Mr. Hai to practice martial arts."

Zhu Weixing also laughed, obviously guessing who the king is.

Smiling and laughing, it faded a little bit, and asked after deliberation: "Have you ever listened to Xiao Wang's piano?"

Jiang Lai nodded: "I have heard that in Mr. Hai's music memorial hall, there is a collection room dedicated to storing his students' works. Most of them belong to Mr. Hong and others, but there is a disc of film that is not signed. I asked Brother Xuan, He said it belonged to Xiao Wang."

"I only heard it once, and I remember it was good. I can't describe it well. Except for Beethoven, Schumann, Schubert, Chopin, Bach, Mozart, he played very well, and the violin is also very good. Unfortunately, I can't find it anywhere else. There seems to be only one disc of his works in the world, and I secretly recorded it once, but the sound quality was too bad and I had to give up."

"I asked Brother Xuan, and he said that Mr. Xiao Wang is not in good health, not suitable for long-term training, and he can't afford long-term performances. And because of other messy reasons, he finally gave up this line of work. I used to secretly think , it would be amazing if he could continue."

Jiang Laixian had a lot of feelings for this little Mr. Wang, and he said a lot unconsciously. Zhu Weixing just listened silently, until finally he suddenly asked: "Why doesn't he practice Beethoven?"

Jiang Lai was startled: "Perhaps the music style is not suitable? Mr. Hong is right. He is the most suitable for Mendelssohn. Your son and your son are connected with each other. When I practice Mendelssohn, I will unconsciously imitate him."

Zhu Weixing stroked the book in his hand, and made a borrowing record with Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai asked him where he was going. It was cold, and he was going to the Giant Elephant Department Store to get the clothes for the exam, so he happened to be able to take him home on the way.

Zhu Weixing suddenly thought that he didn't seem to have any clothes for the exam.

The final exam of the acting department needs to be tested as a performance. Whether the level is good or not is another matter. The posture must be full, and it must be formally dressed on stage. Boys are in suits and ties, and girls are in long skirts and gowns.

But Zhu Liangliang has a lot of fancy dresses in her wardrobe, but none of them are serious dresses, and she doesn't know how to cope with the previous exams.

Zhu Weixing asked Jiang Lai: "Can the school rent clothes?"

He knew right away when the words came out, how could such a young master know this kind of news and ask the wrong person himself.

Sure enough, Jiang Lai didn't know, but he wasn't stupid either. He found Zhu Weixing's problem when he turned his head.

"You don't have the right dress?"

Zhu Weixing said: "No, but I have plenty of time. I plan to go to school to ask, or rent one elsewhere." After all, he can only wear it twice a year, so he doesn't need to buy it.

Jiang Lai stared at him for a long time, as if measuring something, and said for a moment: "I have a lot of clothes to lend you, but I am shorter than you, the pants must not be good, but I have a friend's clothes that you can definitely wear. He used to be about the same height as you, but this year he suddenly grew eight or nine centimeters, and he couldn't fit in his clothes, so it would be a waste to throw them away, and it just suits you."

Zhu Weixing was startled, and was about to refuse, but was interrupted enthusiastically by Jiang Lai.

"Don't be polite! If you don't want him, you will lose him sooner or later. In fact, you two have similar temperaments, so you should help solve difficulties!"

Zhu Weixing was silent, and then said after a while: "Did that friend of yours mistake me for him in the music building last time?"

"Ah, yes!" Jiang Lai also remembered, "Don't listen to that Lou Zhaoyang's nonsense, you and that person are only one-tenth the same, and you won't admit it if you are familiar with him. If you have the opportunity to meet, you will see each other. I know, he happened to be at U Yi. In fact, he was the person I made an appointment with on the opening day of FO Electric, but it's a pity that you two didn't meet."

Seeing that Zhu Weixing was silent, Jiang Lai hugged his arm and acted like a baby: "The clothes are really good, you will know when you wear them, don't be embarrassed, we are good friends!"

Jiang Lai is not slow, it is impossible not to feel the gap between Zhu Weixing and his own living class, but he has a good impression of Zhu Weixing, and he especially wants to get close to him and help him, but he is worried that it will hurt his self-esteem, even if Zhu Weixing behaves so Calm and confident, it also made Jiang Lai rack his brains and be cautious.

He thought he needed to enlighten and persuasion again, but Zhu Weixing readily responded with a smile on his face.

Zhu Weixing said; "Okay, if we can get his consent."

Jiang Lai waved: "He must agree, Tingzhi looks cold, but she is actually warm and generous."

Zhu Weixing looked at him seriously: "Then can we see each other when we pick up the clothes?"

Jiang Lai nodded: "No problem, I'll make an appointment!"

He was happier than Zhu Weixing when he lent a piece of clothing: "Should I give it to you now?"

Zhu Weixing still shook his head: "I'm going to U Gym to exercise."

Jiang Lai opened his eyes wide, as if he was about to enter some kind of dragon's pond or tiger's lair.

In the end, I dug all over my body and took out a band-aid wrapped around my finger as a sign of condolence and encouragement.

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Zhu MSI walked into the U body and got countless eyes.

U Sports are not all tall, strong and strong sportsmen. U Sports has liberal arts, rehabilitation medicine, journalism, and sports psychology are all brain studies. There are many short and thin students among the students, both men and women, but I wish MSI just attracted a lot of attention.

After finding a bench and sitting down, almost everyone who passed by him looked at him.

Zhu Weixing was not uncomfortable, he bowed his head to send a message to someone, and took a closer look at the school by the way.

The area is similar to that of U Art, but there are several less teaching buildings, and the field is much wider. The outdoor basketball court in the distance is crowded and crowded, and the green field is crowded. Fortunately, the occupancy rate of the track is not high, but there are still one or two teams of athletes. in the ferrule.

After waiting for 5 minutes, a person came in front of him.Stepping on the pedals, putting on a coat, covering his head with messy hair, he yawned as he walked, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

When he got close, Zhu Weixing looked at him inexplicably.

"Huh?" He expressed his doubts in a single syllable.

After getting off the van yesterday, Zhu Weixing obviously left Guan Xiaoliang’s WeChat account, why did the other party change his appearance when he sent it today.

"Stupid." The other party also expressed his attitude with one word, and turned to the playground after cursing.